So I was sitting here looking out the window, drinking coffee, admiring the sunshine. Thinking I was. I have this overwhelming desire to make music. This desire has come and gone ever since I was little. And then I decided to quit playing the trombone for the band in highschool = mistake. But I simply couldnt handle Marching Band any more, and being that it was a requisite for the rest of the fun stuff, I quit.
Marching Band is and always will be dumb.
And its hard to boot.
So sit here and think of making music. I listen to Limbik Frequencies and drift.
Speaking of drifting, I was searching the job market and keep ending up in the 1000 mile stare, visualising myself atop an oar rig in class IV. Shoulders hurt, sweat dripping from my face and mixing in the spray from the bow, chaco tan intact, sunglass tan: check! Feels so good I can barely stand it. Im gonna take a shower and pretend.....
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FYI
for a brief history of Turf
http://beliotphoto.blogspot.com/
A year in the life of Turf! So many hair styles?
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