afternoon
Inspiration
My walls are covered with photos found on the internet; beautiful photos. I’ve been trying to replicate whatever they convey, without much success. No matter what I do, my photos never carry the usual glamour, happiness and perfection that surrounds most pretty views found on Tumblr and elsewhere.
That’s a good thing, for I’ve come to realize that my photos always reflect reality, unaltered. They might not be representing the perfect moment, but they represent a moment.
afternoon / nowa
Day #13
A friend came by yesterday and we had a little improvised gig at my house yesterday. I’ve got no idea where this is going – if and how are we going to record anything “serious” – but I don’t worry about it either.
Life is good if you just let it.
Day #5
Six hours and half a pack of fags later and I’ve recorded a rough sketch of the damn thing. The vocals are crap – I really can’t sing – and the piano has to be redone, but as a whole it’s the song I imagined.
I’m hooked.
Day #3
I seem to have an unfortunate association in my head between musicmaking and smoking. After an afternoon of literally nothing I got through a writer’s block with a cigarette and finished the lyrics in about 15 minutes. Apparently I need to be shaking slightly from the nicotine kick to get just in the right vibe.
Cigarettes and strong black tea. It’s a small price to pay.
The worst thing about creating music is having to sit down in complete silence.
cold girl fever
chleba naszego powszedniego
