Laborious Deeds

My time has recently been exclusively dedicated to three things. Work, sleep, music. Rewriting the guitar for The Flight is the next step in this project. Hopefully my ideas will come to fruition. God, this house needs to be cleaned . . .

I realize my shortcomings. Sometimes I revel in them in some sort of awkward and inhumane masochism. And in that realm I've never been a precise guitar player. I lie. I'm downright sloppy. Tightening up my playing is proving a much needed process and I wish I had realized that need previously. Regret is sometimes given the rare opportunity to be a beautiful thing. In this case I'm glad for it.

In other news, a side project is slowly taking shape behind the settling dust of Diablo/Desperado. In all it's ridiculousness, this new idea is creating some satisfying results for me. Vampires and dark unworldy creatures clammor in my mind.

More on that soon.

I crave more instruments. The former and later of which I am unabashed to say would complete me. I need want no more. Something only slightly different first, I think: I've never thought of guitars as sexual up to this point and I won't be starting now, but this is surely a sensual thing.

Tomorrow may be for nerding. The topic is questionable. We'll see how much I actually get done in the way of music.

I need a new audio host.

(Franks)x