I'm in a jack kind of funk.

sometimes there is nothing to do but just embrace the sloppiness of life, chill the fuck out and jam a little.

from a card in my room speaks the wisdom of mr. ralph waldo emerson:

'you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day. you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.'

i believe him. every single night.

(dude, jack. that's why she loves the sunrise...)

but honestly, most days, things unravel a bit all over again. it's cool though. maybe that's one of the great lessons in music. you miss out on a lot of the best if you insist on writing it all in advance. begin each day serenely with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense, but also when you riff off something unexpected and onto something interesting, go with it and see where your soul takes you. it might be really good. and if not, why then, begin again tomorrow. serenely, because you have done what you could. ; )