Where you at, Jack?
May. 13th, 2015 01:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonThe last few days have been long. Mom's finally starting to come out of her depression thanks to her friends. Saturday was RPGs until damn near midnight. My Virtue Victoria, came into town on Sunday to look into taking some courses locally. Took off Monday to hang out with her. Went in super early today to help my boss do some work out in the field and OTP. She had a meeting with a supervisor at GSU. Unfortunately it didn't go well and the hope we had of ours being a close-distance relationship has been postponed by three years.
Which really sucks, when you get down to it, but we're determined to make it work.
Tonight, rather than brood I knocked out 9 pages over the course of the last four hours - breaking only to stomp around in the dark to Pigface's 'Notes from thee Underground'.
It's funny, but in the course of listening to it I realize that if that album was a person, s/he would be old enough to drink now. Which is when I remembered it also came out the year I moved here to Terminus.
Trivial as it may sound, it's funny how when I moved down here and would blast FUCK IT UP or ASPHOLE before hitting a club, or bake out solo to EMPATHY, or make out to CHICKASAW and I'd think that one day I would be in something as cool as Pigface - a diverse super-group that evolved out of what was basically what drummer Martin Atkins called - "a Ministry cover band".
I would be in a diverse group of similarly minded but differently talented individuals and we'd create something that only we could have made.
And it took me to the Secret Room, and it took me to Collective Works, and now it takes me back to Vampire Country (damn near where it all began for me when I moved here) for the Satanic Burlesque.
Three years is a long time until my love and I can be where we need to be. A few weeks is a short time to peel vision off of brain and paste on page for stage. Between them though, is another shot at making that 21 year old dream come true once again.
Wish me luck, I suspect there's a whole lot of lonely coming my way.
Which really sucks, when you get down to it, but we're determined to make it work.
Tonight, rather than brood I knocked out 9 pages over the course of the last four hours - breaking only to stomp around in the dark to Pigface's 'Notes from thee Underground'.
It's funny, but in the course of listening to it I realize that if that album was a person, s/he would be old enough to drink now. Which is when I remembered it also came out the year I moved here to Terminus.
Trivial as it may sound, it's funny how when I moved down here and would blast FUCK IT UP or ASPHOLE before hitting a club, or bake out solo to EMPATHY, or make out to CHICKASAW and I'd think that one day I would be in something as cool as Pigface - a diverse super-group that evolved out of what was basically what drummer Martin Atkins called - "a Ministry cover band".
I would be in a diverse group of similarly minded but differently talented individuals and we'd create something that only we could have made.
And it took me to the Secret Room, and it took me to Collective Works, and now it takes me back to Vampire Country (damn near where it all began for me when I moved here) for the Satanic Burlesque.
Three years is a long time until my love and I can be where we need to be. A few weeks is a short time to peel vision off of brain and paste on page for stage. Between them though, is another shot at making that 21 year old dream come true once again.
Wish me luck, I suspect there's a whole lot of lonely coming my way.