I got through a couple more of the tracks on Some Nights on the way home from work tonight. Through what amounts to an album and a half, what I can say definitively about Fun. is that they are consistent in the way you hope a band is consistent. Their arrangements are inventive, and their music is, well... fun.
I needed that tonight. A record with some chanted choruses and interesting parts happening in the background. In light of my current level of stress, and how much I could really use a vacation I'm not going to get, or even a glorious 4 day weekend so I can make a concentrated dash toward a completed record in February. I know I'm not getting that either, though, regardless of how awesome it would be.
So I lose myself in the one thing that can take me from the admitted grouch I was the last hour of my shift tonight to the more relaxed, more human, more me self that sits here at the close of the day, acknowledging that he didn't get enough writing done for the record. I fall back on the one thing that saves my soul every time, no matter the people around me, no matter the situations in my life. I fall back on the music, and let it wash away the stress and the frustration and the busy of the day, and I just hope it's once again enough to reset the switch and make tomorrow a clean start.
I'm off at 3:30 tomorrow. My goal is to sneak quietly out of the store and hide out and play/write/work all afternoon. I don't care what it takes to make that happen. It will happen tomorrow. If for no other reason than I really, really need it to.
I needed that tonight. A record with some chanted choruses and interesting parts happening in the background. In light of my current level of stress, and how much I could really use a vacation I'm not going to get, or even a glorious 4 day weekend so I can make a concentrated dash toward a completed record in February. I know I'm not getting that either, though, regardless of how awesome it would be.
So I lose myself in the one thing that can take me from the admitted grouch I was the last hour of my shift tonight to the more relaxed, more human, more me self that sits here at the close of the day, acknowledging that he didn't get enough writing done for the record. I fall back on the one thing that saves my soul every time, no matter the people around me, no matter the situations in my life. I fall back on the music, and let it wash away the stress and the frustration and the busy of the day, and I just hope it's once again enough to reset the switch and make tomorrow a clean start.
I'm off at 3:30 tomorrow. My goal is to sneak quietly out of the store and hide out and play/write/work all afternoon. I don't care what it takes to make that happen. It will happen tomorrow. If for no other reason than I really, really need it to.
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