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Atlanta, GA. It's where I'm from and where I am right now. I'm leaving tomorrow. Today I walked from my house not half a mile to the chattahoochee river nature reserve and kicked around the water with Kelli and Lulu. Lulu is my 8 year old beagle, the best dog on earth, even though she has diabetes and she went blind once and had to have cataract surgery so now her eyes shine green in the light. I was really proud of her today, she had to swim through some tough river water to keep up with us, but that's how loyal she is, she would never let me be in the middle of a river by myself.
I know this is going to sound so lame and corny, but sometimes i think that the new york kaki is an imaginary person with this cool career who looks great in photos (most of the time) and plays guitar just good enough to get her places, and the REAL kaki is always still somewhere along that river poking holes in the mud and watching her dog chase the ducks. God that is so praire home companion of me but I really feel that right now, i'm actually getting tears in my eyes. I think it's because I have to leave tomorrow, and go back to my loft in bushwick which smells like the watery run-off of chicken death sex thanks to the goings-on of the chinese 'importer' factory next door. Not inside my house, just everywhere outside around it. I do get to make music with my band, which now consists of Matt Hankle on drums and Dave Archer on the keyboards, but I wish it was in my old practice room here in Atlanta, with my Lush and PJ Harvey posters on the walls.
I just haven't been here long enough for it to get boring and make me miss New York. There are times in life when one craves boring things. I cannot get enough of them right now. Last night my mom and dad and Kelli and I watched the moose movie. You couldn't really say this movie is about a moose, though it has a moose in it, and a sunrise. That's it. It's different shots of a sunrise in Maine with some random shots of a nearby moose. No narration, no music, just the pond and the sun rising and a moose. And it's the most amazing and beautiful movie ever. This is my third time watching it. After it was over I asked my mom what else she had to watch, and she replied, "I have one about a wall." And she did!!! And it was so boring and so good. It was about Hadrian's wall in northern england. I am in full-on-bore-me-to-tears-please boring stage right now. I'm reading Bleak House and even Dickens seems a little too exciting for me right now. I should go back to where I left off reading the abridged O.E.D. a few years ago.
My sister starts law school on Monday. On Monday I have phone interviews with the Nashville Press, a paper in Santa Cruz, and Fast Forward magazine. My sister will be reading about all kinds of fascinating legal history, and I will talk about what strings I use (it doesn't matter you won't play guitar any better), what the title of the new album means (NOTHING!!!), and how gay I really am (pretty fucking gay).
I am not bitter about my life. I love my life. I love making music for a living. It's just that it's not all making music. It's about 85% sitting in car/bus/plane, 5% talking to my business manager about my IRA and my chances of buying a nyc apartment before I'm 30, 5% lying to writers about myself and how the new record is such a departure blah blah blah, 3% learning elliott smith/morrissey covers, and 2% actually playing music in front of people. I do it all for that 2%.
This is what I get for quitting drinking. Instead of passed out and happy I am wide awake at 5:30 am writing insane blogs. I wasn't much of a drinker to begin with. I think it's also because my psychiatrist lowered my clonopin dosage because I have to get off this shit. I only needed it for my freak-outs after I saw that accident in France, but I got completely hooked. Someone told me that was what Stevie Nicks was addicted to, and although I love Stevie Nicks to pieces and would love to be her, I would never want to be what happened to her, know what I mean?
On that France accident--I saw a girl not 30 feet from me get hit by a mini van which then rolled over her. She was just crossing the street on a sunny day, just like everybody else. They had to pull the van off of her. She was unbelievably blonde. I started getting heebie-jeebies after that.
I have to end this on a positive note. Georgia is hot and has bugs and I've lost my sister to law school and my parents to PBS, so I might as well be excited to go back. I am excited. I love this new album, I really do. On Wednesday we find out how well it did in the first week, but I don't care, because I love it so much I wouldn't mind at all if only my dad bought 10 copies to send to his ovationfanclub.com buddies. Soon I'm going to give a run-down of the songs and when i wrote them and what they mean to me. Because I deserve to know.
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