Hmm. I was half way through a nice entry when I must have inadvertently hit the RUIN ALL MY WORK UP TO THIS POINT keyboard shortcut. Trying to write on a computer is often like writing on paper that’s on fire. No need for a fireplace in which to file the day’s work; each medium has destruction written into its being.
Saw Cowboy Curtis at the 400 Bar this evening, and while watching Chris Morrissey play bass like a maniac genius I realized something about people. We are all crystals who are constantly precipitating out of a creative fog. The world is awash in thick clouds of chaos, and it takes a human spirit to condense beauty out of the air and give meaning to life. We take certain qualities of the world and amplifiy or diminish them to satisfy our creative drive. The truly artistic can pull the beauty out of chaos, but everyone is free to enjoy the fruits of their labors.
Through creative work our crystals grow, whether that work be the creation or appreciation of something beautiful. Personally I find this realized in no greater form than in music. When listening to a song it condenses on my body and I absorb it through the skin. it’s more than just sound; it’s a pervasive human spirit that is being unconsciously decoded and slipped into my brain. The song will always be with me; I am the sum of all my experiences.
Blah. I’m really tired. I was up until 5AM last night drinking, playing music and speaking in an English accent, and woke up this morning under a pool table.