I've been patting myself on the back for the past two days, because I finally completed a song to put on ANOMIE. In case you didn't know, ANOMIE is my second album I've been working on for over a year. You also might know that I've been on a creative hiatus for several months but I'm starting to get back in business.
Creativity is funny. It's like having a series of wires strewn about inside, like Christmas lights that you never want to take down. Usually, when one bulb fails, they all do. My creativity is sometimes like that, for my facets range from writing to singing to arting. If I can't do one then I can't do them all. Occasionally I'll get some phantom power and bam, I'm feeling immensely poetic, even if it's for less than fifteen minutes. Then it's up to me to get myself near something to write or type with. Otherwise it's just wasted wattage I may not ever get back.
The song is called "Bugs." It's about China, America and me, and it's under three minutes.
In other news, I met some Beijing musicians last weekend at a party. Actually, I just met one, but he plays in a band that has no singer. No singer? What a pity. Perhaps I can help? We discussed a bit about the kind of stuff they play, and I asked him if they like doing originals. His eyes lit up. "Yes, yes!" Ok, good, because originals are where my pulse is. I'd be willing to do covers, as long as they're not shitty songs covered like a karaoke band. I know covers can please a crowd, but really, it's because the crowd is drunk and they didn't come to the bar to hear you play Hotel California. They get loud because of the spark of recognition, but soon after it's back to shooting tequila and plotting where to go next once they can peel their drunk asses off the bar stools. Playing originals means taking yourself more seriously. Sure, the crowd may not recognize the song, but that's more reason to make the songs good so you may catch the crowd's attention on your own, as well as link yourself with the possibility they might come back to hear it again.
I don't care about money. I never have when it comes to playing music. I was paid for a gig once, I think. My old band and I played a show and we each made about 40 bucks. I remember holding the money in my hand and thinking, Wow I just got paid twice. It almost seemed unfair. I have a job that pays well, I'm not in any financial crisis at the moment. So right now I'm not expecting to get paid every time I open my mouth to sing a tune. Just buy me a whiskey, maybe.
Spring is at the doorstep here in China, and I couldn't be more pleased about it. I cannot deny--this is my favorite season of the year. Just the smell of it makes me want to rub my arms and feel glad to be alive. It's the season of rebirth and second chances. Time to get in shape again. I bought a better bicycle a couple of weeks ago that I am absolutely in love with. His name is Figaro. He's a bold blue color with the mustache bars I like, much like my bike in the States. I've never seen a girl ride that kind of bike here, which is strange to me since they're all over the place back home. As if I'm not stared at enough, I get it even more when Figaro and I are taking a stroll around town.
Today is Friday (the first of my three day weekends) and I plan to walk around campus and chill out. I woke up with an extreme backache, the same day my friend Giulia and I planned to go get massages. I guess it was perfect timing. I haven't had a real massage in three years, and that was just once, so I'm sure my back will feel like a mine field for whomever is rubbing me down. I'll let you know how that goes.
Well, that's about it for now. Thanks for reading. To my darling parents, I'm sorry once again for being M.I.A. I will be calling shortly, I promise.
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Ni-hou! It's a lazy Sunday afternoon here in Baoding, China. I'm in Kim's room since my internet died again. She's sound asleep. Above is 1) Kim, Slova and Hou at the south gate, 2) a picture of our reflections on the building, and 3) ME! That was a virtual spin-around-the-room of who was at dinner. This was before Dasha, Emily and Lee arrived. 1) Alex, Yusi, and Cameron, 2) add Kim, 3) Helen, Sophie and Luna, 4) Helen and Luna with our fu yin, 5) Hou and Slova, 6) Slova, 7) Me, oh so excited about everything, and 8) the remains of our food, glorious food. 1) Hou and Slova on the elevator in KTV, 2) a shot of the screen in our room, 3) Slova, the only person I know who can get away with wearing his shirt like that, 4) "Senor Cuteface" at Charlie bar (le-sigh!), 5) Slova's ponytail while I sat on the back of his bike this morning. He was taking me to pick up my bike from the juo-bah. |
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