Today is one of those days, like quite a few of them, anxieties, anxiousness, worries and earnest feelings. But as I’m looking out of my kitchen window into the backyard the deep thickened grey hues are edging me on to something I can’t put my finger on. I’m feeling these impulses to go by the Wedge, an excuse perhaps to prolong these feelings, to be near those darn train tracks and those beastial trains, to be embalmed in this lavishly grayish toned day. Its like this warm rain of goodies or some foreign candy. I call it a day of Nonchalance, or just my own personal grey day. I ought to call it my sunshine. At times it feels even more beautiful.
A friend of mine stopped by last night, a violinist, to record some drones with me and I guess our collaborative effort led to a piece in the works, the perfect soundtrack for a gray toned day. It’s 5pm now and the day is wrapping up its goodies and the goodie-two-shoes night creature is heralding its arrival already. Damn.