Practice

Last night was a whirlwind of sound, bees, and laughter. I had gone home early from school, I hadn't been feeling very well after 2nd hour, so Dylan took me home. I don't know what I'd do without that boy. His voice is deep and vibrates in his chest, the sound and feel of it makes me forget the bad things in my head that sometimes bubble to the surface. He creates that balance I need, the balance that lets me create my art. I've been coming up with some great ideas, very interesting stories.
Last night we had band practice, just working on some already done songs, making sure they're what we want. Hopefully this hard work will pay off...We need to get at least one song recorded for the music video I've been wanting to make. In the middle of practice, our eyes all found the bees in the garage. The rest of practice was a bit strained, hard to concentrate with the threat of pain.
We did start a new song, very rough and unfinished as of now, but it's a break from the dark lyrics and swaying melodies, its Russian influenced, about being in a circus...Sort of Gogol Bordello without the mustache. I'm excited to work on that one, even though its a side project for us.

After practice, as a band, we went out in search of food...it took us an hour to find a place without a 40 minute wait, or ridiculous prices. After the meal, we said our goodbyes, and I went back to Dylan's house. A home away from home is a sanctuary. A place of peace and quiet. And although my home is a good one, the average Weston neighborhood with average Westonite neighbors, its always nice to escape for a bit.
Bits and pieces of my life will show up in my art, I know this...I hope those pieces will make it more accessible.