Homes for Butterflies

Something I don’t get about the music world right now.  Or.. at least.. the music world around me.  People go APE-SHIT for harmonies.  You know, those real pretty vocal harmonies?  People always point them out and go, “Listen to that harmony!  It’s so good!”  It’s some random pet peeve of mine because it’s like… vocal harmonies.  You shouldn’t applaud someone for doing them right… it’s like putting together a song that sounds pleasing.  It’s what you do with music!  Vocal harmonies are just a part of the great world of music and while they areee awesome… it’s annoying how people freak out when they appear in music.  There’s really nothing more I can flesh out about this… but as I said: it’s just a pet peeve of mine, so some might read this and go, “wow, you’re picky,”… and yeah. I am being picky.  I’m cool with it though.

I finally got my mojo back after so long.  The city has been raping me of my comfortable nature.  I’m always tired, I’m away from my baby, I’m away from music.  But you know, today I think I got a hold of things.  After I saw Harriet last month, I felt so revitalized… but the lifestyle I was leading quickly jaded me yet again… and last week after a string of unfortunate evets, I lost my grip completely on what sanity I had.  I couldn’t even sit down to write a blog anymore!  I’d get here and have nothing to say, when before I’d have lines and lines and lines of text.  but now I think all is well…  I’m seeing Harriet soon, I got me some new clothes to update my image, I got a new pick up in my guitar, my band Shift in Fade is taking off, I’m getting anime from netflix soon, I’m doing well in school.  Things are just looking up!  Harriet sent me a package today that made me so happy.  She sent me one of her longsleeve shirts… and smelling her did such wonders for me.  She has new music from me, shirts of mine, my boxers- a slew of stuff that can easily truly remind her of who I am to a tee.  Yet… what did I have?  well.. nothing, really.  I have pictures… her artwork…  but that’s just what she does… they’re not things that remind me of her physically.  I couldn’t smell her, feel her, hear her.  Even when we talk on the phone (which is rarely because I hate the phone, I get awkward) she doesn’t really sound like herself, the phone distorts her voice a bit and tones get screwed up and sometimes it just doesn’t even feel like I’ve talked to her.  But I love seeing her handwritten letters.  They remind me that she took all that time to write it out with her own beautiful hands and those are her true thoughts.  And her shirt sent me over the edge… smelling her was incredible… and that’s a massive understatement.  Having her scent is the closest thing I can have to feeling like she’s here without her truly being her.  And it is certainly amazing.

well. im actually gonna write my baby an email now.

PEACE.