Day 330: Well...

I just realized I'm just over a month away from having done this for an entire year.   That's kind of exciting.  It's thoughts like that which allow me to keep going and slog thru the days where I'm feeling like I should just quit.

Lyrics:

When you thought you were holed up in a dream,
thinking of everyone you wish you could be,
You didn't want to hold yourself up anymore.
Didn't want to hold me up anymore.
When you thought you were lost in a maze,
Thinking of all the people you once saved.
You decided you didn't care anymore.
Didn't give a damn about anyone anymore.

Dragging you down, Try not to Frown.
We won't hold you back,
Give you a kiss,
Don't even miss what we had to say,
gonna have it our way.
You're not the boss of me and we all think you're a piece of shit

Day 300: Another new day

At the other beginnings of my 100 days I wanted to start fresh, new, and vibrant.  This time is no exception.  Something I've noticed is that it's harder to stay excited now that I'm so far into this little project, but, like seasons, this comes and goes.  There are days that I can't wait to get up and start working, there are other days where I just want to get it done.  More importantly, I feel like the act itself is the important thing.

I've heard several composers and songwriters say that the only way they will compose new works is to set a routine for themselves.  Some do it at 3 a.m., some at 2 p.m., but whichever it is, they all seem to drive home the same point.  If you make yourself do it, you'll do it.  Motion creates emotion, energy creates creativity, determination and resolve drive the creation process.

For me, creation is the most important thing.  I'm here to do this.  I know that my purpose on this earth is to create.  Whether it be a short film, a drawing, a sculpture, or a piece of music, it's my reason for being here.

Lyrics:
Led the crowd by their nose like a fool.  
Sharpen words on stones so cruel.
You forgot the way back home.  
Despite all your dreams you're always alone.

On the wings of a fantasy, 
Eyes of a dragon, 
Skin like a reptile gone dry.

Rope round your neck like a fool.
Painful as it sounds it's for your own good.

Day 291: Minimal Techno

This isn't a genre I usually work in, but today it is.

Playing with Ammo a little bit.

Day 282: Short

Didn't see Sigur Ros.  I'm not happy.  Not happy at all.