Chamomile

The last time I was in a recording studio was 2 years ago this month.  It was about the craziest time of my life, 3 days before 2009 was to end.  I stumbled upon video the drummer's brother shot.

I don't think I've looked at these videos since around January of 2010.  I remember the intensity of that time.  I remember buying groceries that day before we headed in.  I remember snow and cold in Grass Valley.  And with holidays and life swirling about, I remember forgetting about all that stuff for the 10 or so hours we holed up at Station to Station Recording Studio in Grass Valley.

Rehearsing

I went silent on the blog since February, but most of this year, I was rehearsing in some form or fashion. I didn't realize how much I miss rehearsing. It used to be such a grind back in the pre-Grad School Days. Gathering materials and equipment, loading and unloading the car. It doesn't feel so hard these days to get myself there.

Creative Bubbling

I woke up this morning, sat at my table and started to make lists. I flipped through an old sketch book and compartmentalized all that was going on in my head, for months it seems.

Stuff I want to do. Shit I've been avoiding. Things that need to get done (eat, sleep, work) and how to plug in all that is good but "frivolous" around that trifecta.

This blog came up during some of scribbled rambling. I've never forgotten about it, but became unsure I had anything to say. Or maybe all these ideas have been so scattered and seemingly unconnected, I've had no way of providing commentary since I didn't understand what was going on myself.

One list I made I titled "Creative Bubbling" and that seemed to summarize the head pressure and swirling ideas nicely. Then it seemed completely rational to return here, because as I promised myself, I wouldn't delete. I would start again instead.