eyes blinking…

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i’m listening to hootie and the blowfish right now…

i’ll pause for those of you that feel the need to expel a groan or complete an obligatory eye roll…

all set?

good.

hootie music has traveled with me through my various incarnations since my sophomore year of undergrad… 1994…it’s been there with me as i finished my BFA, spent the summer of ’97 doing nothing but playing guitar, working two jobs and dreaming with my best friend of one day being in a band like hootie and the blowfish… hootie was there when i got a real job, ended relationships, got married, got divorced and started grad school. hootie was there when i finally realized the love of my life was sitting two desks away from me…hootie was there when i accepted that someone out there thought i was the same to her… hootie cds were among the first things i packed when i left my life… they were among the first things i put on the newly installed shelves in my new studio… the first cds i converted to mp3s when i got a new laptop…

because, no matter where i end up, i know i’ll have this music with me… to remind me of where i’ve been…and plant the seeds of wonder of where i’ll be in the future.

it’s good stuff. music and art have the amazing power of time travel. the music never changes, the perception and associations surrounding those 4 minutes does. awesome.

just thought you should know that.

Categories: hootie life music sketchbook

resolution revolution and on being back from the moon…

i love using space program analogies… and since nasa will now be employing rent-a-wreck for getting american astronauts into space, i’ll use one from the cold war glory days.

apollo 11, the first lunar mission to land astronauts on the moon, lasted 9 days…from july 16-24, 1969. 9 days. subsequent landing missions were longer, but the first one to land was 9 days. three humans willingly sat on top of a controlled explosion and went somewhere else…living to tell about it and in some ways be burdened by it. either way, all those who left were not the same upon return. i mean, would YOU be?

yesterday i got back from the moon, after a 9 day mission. i left one way and came back another. the mission wasn’t the important part… it was everything that led up to the mission. it is the journeys we take in life that make us who we are…the destinations, while important, are not make or break. i feel different, i talk different, i guess i am different.

i couldn’t really see it before… mostly because i hang out with myself all the time. but i am different. history will tell if my difference will be an asset or a liability.

so now, i’m taking a few days off before training starts on my next mission. my studio has been cleared out, the drawing board has been sanitized of all the previous mission’s germs and juju… the lair has been purged.

now what the hell am i going to do?

“Houston, we have a problem…”

Categories: grad school life