let it all go
in the continual post move angst under the weight of my posessions i’m clearing myself of more stuff. so yesterday I piled 20 journals into a box to recycle. but i haven’t recycled them yet. the oldest one dates back to 92 when i was at boarding school in cote d ivoire. in recent years my journals have been much more random and turn into boxes of odd paper – less organized – fewer dated sheets – more envelopes/bulletins/napkin fodder.
half the entries are song ideas the rest is bipolar musing on life love and music. flipping through the pages i found a lot of songs that i had forgotten but know i won’t ever get around to touching again. i found chords for a song that i couldn’t remember the progression for. i found recording notes from the twang twang sessions. sketches for a whole line of furniture using old tires that i drew up in northern togo.
one second i feel like this is the perfect move to get a fresh start on songwriting – clear it all out! but the next i feel like this was my entire foundation as a song writer and someday my biographer will wish he/she had it.
if you plan on becoming my biographer call me now so i can make an informed decision before the recycling comes around on friday.