Thursday July 14 2011

My alarm goes off at 11:11 a.m.

Sipping on Orange Juice for breakfast.

Hot Yoga session at Zen Hot Yoga—different teacher. She’s doesn’t waste time—a much more invigorating experience—more sweat—more positions—more focus.

Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Tracking drums at Earth Sound.

Arriving right on time: 3pm.

Mark: “I’ve never met a musician that’s punctual.”

Me: “That’s key to productivity.”

Compiling the best takes from last night’s recording.

Yucca Chips and Apple Fritter Bread.

Starting out with the beast of all our songs, “Fairfarren”.

After playing through the whole track for the first time, which is about 9 minutes long…

Me: “We’re gonna have a good time with this one.”

It’s a strenuous session…

Ping-pong break.

Dinner: Leftover Mongolian Style Beef Paste with Mixed Vegetables.

Chris keeps on truckin’.


Moving on to “Minks”…

Strangely, it’s 11:11 p.m. when we finish.

Having completed drum tracks for 6 songs is an accomplishing feeling—only one step closer to a record.

On the drive back—talking with my mom on the phone. It’s nice to confide in her sometimes even though I don’t as often as I’d like. Expressing to her my frustrations as of late with the difficulties Margot and I are having. We’re so alike in how we understand matters of the heart and relational issues.


I find a Rachel sleeping in the hallway right in front of my door like a cat or dog would do waiting for their owner to return.

Snacking on Pecans and Popcorn and a PBR.

Gillian’s here—she’s pleading for my time. Apparently, I’m not the only one with the need for consolation. We go for a walk in the cool night—the moon is bright, a harsh beautiful shine over everything, revealing things normally hidden in shadows, even revealing the things she normally hides in the shadows. There’s an openness and comfortability she feels, and she doesn’t understand it. I’m kind of intimidated by it, and I should be.

“Sorry. I’m so stoic.” And I have a lot of reasons to be acting so. It’s not even the volume of thoughts on my mind, but it’s the perversity and sharpness of them that keeps me in a state of flux.

Smoking a Bali Hai…

“You are the ultimate antagonist in my story.” She needs someone to please and pleasure her. And I’m not the man for the job. I have no right. I’m still in love with someone else. My allegiance is with the queen. Distractions might help but they really don’t in the long run. I’m not stupid.

Sleep 4 a.m.

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