image from Smoke the Pain Away.
Short post before I flounce myself around the city, selling my soul to the devil (i.e. acting agents).
I might open my blog again (un-password protect it).....it's in the mind, but not a reality yet. Well if it's already in the mind, doesn't that make it a reality? It's got lots of potential, anyway. Kinetic energy (I remember thinking of potential poems when I studied kinetic energy in science classes...which is why I'm NOT a scientist). The legal troubles are passing quite nicely and more quickly than expected. And by passing, I mean fading away. The only reason I would leave it password-protected is because I really do enjoy the intimacy that we have here, illusory or not. But I often feel cruel that others cannot access this blog, that they click on my name in comments on other blogs and get the "ACCESS DENIED" message, which is never pleasant, is it? I don't fucking know. I'll wait and think about it.
Is anyone familiar with the band, *Young Galaxy?* I recently downloaded them, but wasn't crazy about their music at first go, and now I find myself listening to them quite often. They are akin to a sleepy *Arcade Fire,* if you're familiar with them. I would say a bit like *The Shins* as well, but less jittery, and more drawn out guitars. I'm trying to think who else they're like....they use that reverb-y guitar sound that is wonderful when one smokes pot. An objective observance. Merely.
image from Galaxy Photography.