"Listen to Tommy with a candle burning and you will see your entire future."
Almost Famous is on right now. My bestie is in the kitchen heating an IKEA cinnamon roll.
"It's all happening"
I'm going to put a cork in the cerebral spew that's about to happen at any second (likely with the next Crown and Coke). But the cork for now is because between sentences I am watching a movie that hits both nerves with me...writing and music. Something about this movie hits me in the feels every time. Even more so after the 6 days on the Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp tour in 2008. Holy shit. That was almost 10 years ago.
What's up, Columbus? What's up, Internets?
I feel like there is a muscle that I have used...and was getting pretty good and comfortable using it, and then I stopped using it for a while. And now I'm using it again. Or trying to. Try. That's a fucked up word. But the writing. That's thing. And it feels fucking amazing.
No, my johnson is not the muscle I'm talking about. The pen is.
The last four months have been amazing. Amazing is the crazy word I'm choosing.
I have moved. I moved from the iTapt. The zone I was in after the second marriage ended. Then the iTapt evolved into SkaggleRock. I'm sure I had a post about that. Or a blog post. Or at least I thought I did. You should have read it. It sounded great it my mind, I didn't actually post it.
It's all happening.
Did I mention the brainspewing? That's also happening.
And now, on my bucket list (since I can no longer meet Lester Bangs OR Phillip Seymour Hoffman), I have added Party with real people in Topeka, KS to the bucket list.
I have to get this soundtrack on vinyl.
I think that's the underlying current of my life. Like, you...well maybe not necessarily you, but definitely you. You're in my life. And I feel like you're vibing on the soundtrack. Which is cool, because I am too. But I have to tell you this. And I tell you this in all seriousness.
The soundtrack sounds so much fucking better on vinyl.
It's all happening.
I'm listening to the author of a book read the book to me on Audible. The book is Unfu*k Yourself by Gary John Bishop. And I'm about halfway through it. It's kicking me right between the eyes. It's some serious shakabuku shit happening. So, that along with the fact that I'm exhausted from hoisting boxes all weekend is putting me in a place of weirdness. More than normal weirdness for me.
I love this movie.
Sure, Almost Famous, but also this movie I'm living. I have for many months now felt that I have just been around the corner from some really awesome shit for some time now. Books to be written. Things to be crossed off my bucket list. A life to be lived. How many of us are sitting around waiting for 'life' to happen without realizing that it happens when we stop waiting?
I couldn't have predicted what this piece would look like. It's barely a piece, to be honest. But it's writing. It's words. It's happening.
I find myself starting the words to a new chapter. There are still boxes to be unpacked. Words to be written. A life to be lived.
I have to say it's pretty awesome to be in this chapter.
Word by word.
Hope you'll hang around to read what comes next.
I have some writing to do.
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