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[28 Jan 2008|12:42am] |
I finally went ahead and got an apartment downtown. I wish I could say I'm living off of money I earned from my music, but that isn't much so it's mostly from my dad's estate. I'm already kind of regretting it. Maybe. Spending the last three years traveling--it could get lonely in the not-settled-down sort of way but they were pretty much the best. Now I feel like I have some obligation to this place where my memories are the worst. Whatever. I did miss it a lot in some extremely twisted way. Maybe I'd have more success if I returned to riveting lyrics like 'little boy blue got the flu'? Did a collaboration with Kid Elrick?...Kidding.
Brooke Concannon offered to punch someone at the reunion to even things up with the one my stepdad went to. So there's your warning. Judging by the past week I doubt we'll have any need for manufactured drama, though. Lucky thing.
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[19 Jan 2008|11:50pm] |
I'm a little scared to be posting in this thing. I'm scared to even be back in this city, to be honest. Ex-girlfriends with armed weaponry...which...fair enough, but I value my life. But I'm probably flattering myself here. I decided to come down to TO when I heard about the reunion, and I think it's for good, as long as things work out that way. So far, I've made my home in various motels. Classy!
So, the career? Uh. I had a short stint of popularity the year after I should've graduated from high school. Blew all my money on a self-produced solo album with an embarrassingly bad cover and song title selection. Worked out well enough, though. Better than enough, actually. It's just that two albums later my fans have mostly narrowed down to Vancouver and Calgary coffee shop regulars and those who randomly come across my music myspace. Lack of momentum sucks. Rumors about your uhh...past don't help much either, but I've actually had a pretty clean slate for the last few years, if you can believe it.
Anyway, as you can probably guess, I'm not making much money off of my music right now and the stepdad's car dealership isn't even a fall back option in Toronto any more. I'm trying to get back into photography, which I'm kind of rusty at, but my bills won't disappear no matter how long I ignore them, and hey, it's something I've always liked. I can't go wrong with that. I'll still be writing and looking around for band openings as long as I'm here, but for now, I guess I'm stuck like the guy from High Fidelity, or something. You know, re-re-re-organizing their record collection and reliving their past. I feel good about it, though, somehow.
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