i like sitting in a really large living room with a grand piano, slamming the pedal down to the floor so the notes ooze and crawl and bounce around the room.
and then i scream.
keep exploring this new territory.
this: figuring out the big thing with the 12 notes laid out in front of you like a whore with legs spread.
new tempos, new structures, new layers, harmonies...
my wrists are stronger.
today i hit the chords hard.
then i go to my computer with the other keyboard which is not so sexy and play as many instruments as i feel are necessary.
today i put on headphones and sang to chords, dancing around the room, falling to the floor, crawling around. trying to Be the melody.
this is a weird freedom.
i want to go home and i am home.
i want work but i'm working.
i want to travel and i leave tomorrow.
many things are building up.
i sense strange vibes
but i keep getting so excited.
lull.
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