And now I'm starting to perform out on the town, something I thought I'd never do again. What happened is, when I said never, I forgot that never doesn't exist. Never is a wall, and no matter what, we'll always find a away to get around it. The thoughts in my brain: I'm so glad to be done with performing, but in the inner folds of gray, synaptic cushioning: She'll play again.
It just goes to show, when you stop trying so hard things come forward. Life is like a bullet behind a shield, waiting for an aorta to grab onto.
Dylan's new album Tempest is about to come out. Here's a video for Duquesne Whistle. Warning: it gets violent around the middle-to-end. But I liked the beginning—the actor reminds me of singer Steve Marriott. And, again, Dylan is so vaudevillian. I love it.
Having said all this, I did write 25,000 words of fiction last week. So, all is well in both worlds. Let's see if I can handle the pressure.
How are things in your world?