Hey Alan, that first video was amazing. The second song was a good listen too. I don’t listen to much Boondox.
Hope you have a decent weekend. Although that second song makes me think you are still having a really rough time. Lots of discord in the melody of the second song. Thank you for sharing this with me.
I woke up extra early today to kick this foul mood I’ve been in right in the ass. I can’t control the mood I wake up in many days. But I can control how I react to the mood I am in.
See how I did that Alan, classic therapy there. The old “I can’t control what other feel and do, I can only control how I react to what they say and do” philosophy. Using it no myself. I’ll let you know how that works out for me since I am both the actor and reactor to this little skit I’m writing for myself this weekend.
Still staying in a cocoon all the damn time and not emerging to fly around isn’t working either. Obsessing about how I may emerge as one of those weird moths that only pollinates skunk cabbage or something isn’t a good attitude either apparently because I end up with a head so befuddled and cloudy that I can’t even get off the sofa to do the dishes.
So emerge it is today. Emerge, spread my wings and see what need pollinating. If it is indeed skunk cabbage then I’m going to have at it. I hear that particular vegetable is edible, and given the right seasoning, quite flavorful.
Well, isn’t that peachy? I hope it goes in the direction you want.
Me…. I posted my fuck it rant the other day. I guess it was taken a joke but, I was pretty sincere. Not going to bother with any philosophical jargon. Just doing what I do till the times right to stop doing what I do.
I LOVE the “Cold Cruel World” one.
Favorite lines:
“It’s like I’m sitting on death row waiting for conclusion…
… my brain’s filled with confusion.”
“Have you ever stopped your car somewhere far from everything,
Sit half an hour just thinking of a better way
To put your soul to rest and set your mind at ease…”
As for the “Good Enough” one… that’s also thought provoking.
The part of the video where he gets overwhelmed and disgusted and throws the papers down on the stage… it brought back memories.
Here’s a long-winded tangent.
A few years ago I had composed a small ensemble for some of us to play after the intermission in one of our symphony concerts.
One of the flute players had some psych issues and was easily overwhelmed, but she still got excited about the music and did the rehearsals with us. She said how much she liked my compositions, and asked if I would autograph her music.
Kinda silly, really. I mean who the hell am I? I’m no famous person, and my autograph is worthless.
But I signed it, partly from amusement, partly from gratitude that someone seemed to appreciate me.
When the concert arrived, she was a mess.
She played all right but had a lot of trouble coping with things.
After our little ensemble was done playing the piece, and we were getting up to rejoin the symphony…. she picked up all the pages of the piece I’d written, autograph and all, and dumped everything on the floor, and walked away.
Papers everywhere.
In front of a concert hall full of people.
I never signed anything like that for anyone again.
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Hey Alan, that first video was amazing. The second song was a good listen too. I don’t listen to much Boondox.
Hope you have a decent weekend. Although that second song makes me think you are still having a really rough time. Lots of discord in the melody of the second song. Thank you for sharing this with me.
Glad you liked them. You’d be right to suspect troubling waters afoot.
I woke up extra early today to kick this foul mood I’ve been in right in the ass. I can’t control the mood I wake up in many days. But I can control how I react to the mood I am in.
See how I did that Alan, classic therapy there. The old “I can’t control what other feel and do, I can only control how I react to what they say and do” philosophy. Using it no myself. I’ll let you know how that works out for me since I am both the actor and reactor to this little skit I’m writing for myself this weekend.
Still staying in a cocoon all the damn time and not emerging to fly around isn’t working either. Obsessing about how I may emerge as one of those weird moths that only pollinates skunk cabbage or something isn’t a good attitude either apparently because I end up with a head so befuddled and cloudy that I can’t even get off the sofa to do the dishes.
So emerge it is today. Emerge, spread my wings and see what need pollinating. If it is indeed skunk cabbage then I’m going to have at it. I hear that particular vegetable is edible, and given the right seasoning, quite flavorful.
Well, isn’t that peachy? I hope it goes in the direction you want.
Me…. I posted my fuck it rant the other day. I guess it was taken a joke but, I was pretty sincere. Not going to bother with any philosophical jargon. Just doing what I do till the times right to stop doing what I do.
Alan you seem rather angry at me for some reason.
A tinge of a tear? For all your fuckin’ fuck you, you fuckin’ fucks, you’re still just an old softie, you’re not foolin’ me!
I LOVE the “Cold Cruel World” one.
Favorite lines:
“It’s like I’m sitting on death row waiting for conclusion…
… my brain’s filled with confusion.”
“Have you ever stopped your car somewhere far from everything,
Sit half an hour just thinking of a better way
To put your soul to rest and set your mind at ease…”
“In my own private hell and left all alone…”
As for the “Good Enough” one… that’s also thought provoking.
The part of the video where he gets overwhelmed and disgusted and throws the papers down on the stage… it brought back memories.
Here’s a long-winded tangent.
A few years ago I had composed a small ensemble for some of us to play after the intermission in one of our symphony concerts.
One of the flute players had some psych issues and was easily overwhelmed, but she still got excited about the music and did the rehearsals with us. She said how much she liked my compositions, and asked if I would autograph her music.
Kinda silly, really. I mean who the hell am I? I’m no famous person, and my autograph is worthless.
But I signed it, partly from amusement, partly from gratitude that someone seemed to appreciate me.
When the concert arrived, she was a mess.
She played all right but had a lot of trouble coping with things.
After our little ensemble was done playing the piece, and we were getting up to rejoin the symphony…. she picked up all the pages of the piece I’d written, autograph and all, and dumped everything on the floor, and walked away.
Papers everywhere.
In front of a concert hall full of people.
I never signed anything like that for anyone again.