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Wednesday, March 17
THE BESTEST NEWS, LIKE, EVER, LIKE, LATELY
Maxwell and Jill Scott are double-headlining a tour this spring. My neo-soul spirit has had a massive hard-on since I got this news yesterday. I can't express how good these two artists and their respective bands are in their own arenas; having them on the same night will be music-ridiculousness overload. Cannot. Wait!
The new digs have a lot of kids around the neighborhood. The piano rings very loud in my new house. The whole neighborhood can hear it. When I got home from work yesterday, I met Bobby, 9-years-old.
KID: You the piano player guy who just moved to the neighborhood?
KID: I HEARD YOU PLAY ZELDA. CAN YOU PLAY ZELDA AGAIN?
HUGO: I did?
KID: YEAH, IT WAS ZELDA.
HUGO: Uh, er, OKAY!
It was Chopin.
Kids are stupid.
I'm slowly getting back to my normal state of affairs: Blogging regularly, tweeting like a 12-year-old pansy bitch, playing piano daily, watching sitcom DVDs to soothe my inner demons, hanging out with the cast of Mad Men, bonin' 2 babes at the same time, etc., so I guess the chaos is finally coming to an end. Normalcy will make its debut in a few days.
I'm happy. And that's rare for me to say. I am really happy. Are things dramatically different than they were just a month ago?
Oh yeah. Yesterday's quake was no match to the sea change I've experience in recent weeks. But it's over. And things are better.
It's weird. I can't explain it. And if I did, this would belong on LiveJournal. And LJ is for L7-weenies. NOT GOING TO BE AN L-7 WEENIE, ALRIGHT?
Life won't really be on track for me until I get back to writing new music again. Once that happens, I know I'll be good.
The harder things get, the happier the songs are.
I'm going to be writing a lot of happy songs.