Yes, beer.Ā I didnāt drink it for a couple years for some reason.Ā Back on it now, refreshing, delicious, crispy, canāt believe I ever stopped.Ā Doesnāt get you too fucked up, classy.Ā None of that hoppy heavy stuff, light, pilsners, golden, cold, perfect, thankful.
Iāve been getting back into ājammingā since Iāve been renting this studio where you can make real noise and no one bugs you.Ā Jamming, like how I did when I was 13, no computer, no recording, no anything but a couple weirdos in a room, with the sole purpose of catching a vibe.Ā I donāt want to sound like a hippie, but itās so special, even with people that donāt really play an instrument. If you sit in the room long enough with each other and get through the awkwardness of sort of sounding like shit for a little bit, I swear to God without fail, there comes a point where everyone seems to get lost at the same time.Ā You look around the room, forget about what youāre doing, and everyoneās just nodding their heads, or smiling at each other, or laughing, or jumping around.Ā Feels nice to counteract this sort of solitude that I typically write and record music in and make it more of a social thing.Ā Sounds kind of old fashioned I guess, but whatever.
I love people.Ā I really just like two things, music and people.Ā I donāt have any hobbies really.Ā People make me feel like Iām here, on earth.Ā Even if Iām holed up in my apartment or the studio, just knowing that theyāre near is comforting to me for some reason.Ā Nice to just sit and watch them. Fascinating, godly, humbling.Ā Iāve usually got at least one nice thing to say about anyone.
Iāve been off the autotune recently.Ā Learning to embrace my voice, pitchy, off, and all. Thereās a lot going on there in between the notes.Ā Hyper emotion.Ā I think autotune can be totally beautiful and super emotional when used in the right way, but right now Iām telling myself if I can avoid it, then avoid it, and to trust in the humanity of it all, something raw.
I snuck a dab of my friendās moisturizer out of his toiletry bag, I liked it so much I had to come clean and ask him where it was from. Turns out he hadĀ worked Hailey Bieberās cosmetic brand Rhodeās launch party and got a goodie bag of some of the products. It was the barrier restore cream, I ordered one for myself, my girlfriend likes the lip gloss.Ā I like her and Justinās whole thing.
I still smoke, but God I wish I never started.Ā I look forward to the day I figure out how to quit.Ā Itās a horrible habit. (I like it when people smoke too, and donāt get me wrong I love smoking, butā¦it kills you.Ā This is not how you or I want to go out. Fuck Philip Morris, fuck the Marlboro Man.Ā If you can stay away from those things, more power to you, water in your eyes, color in your face, beautiful skin, beautiful teeth. Every now and then? Not so bad, but I suggest not getting carried away.
I have spent too much money at the bar.Ā Itās nice out now, so we can sit on all these public benches, no need to wait for a table and hemorrhage money at one of these blown out shit shows downtown, so:Ā can of beer, paper bag, bench, letās go, life is good.
I like to hack at my own hair.Ā I like a funny haircut, a choppy one, an uneven one, a jokey one, thought maybe Iād get my barberās license one day and work at a shop.Ā I like chopping it up.Ā Even when I was a kid, after I got a haircut , I would go home and nick it up with some scissors, screw it up a little.
When I was a teenager I had awful acne.Ā I used to daydream that one day, somehow, having acne would be the height of fashion, and then it would be my time to shine.Ā I donāt think that has really happened yet, but I still think itās possible.Ā The twisted thing though is Iāve always thought acne is beautiful on other people, tough, real, beautiful, vulnerable, sexy, emotional.Ā People put stickers on them now, I say free the pimple.
Any body of water.Ā Get me in.Ā Lake, ocean, pool, pond, river, stream.Ā Something about being in water, zero gravity, womb-like, floating, quiet.Ā I love it, washing the city off you, taking the train to Brighton Beach, driving up to this secret lake where I grew up.Ā Makes me feel like a kid, clean, one with the earth, like everythingās gonna be ok.
I usually oscillate between āIāll sleep when Iām deadā and āsleep is currency.āĀ Right now Iām in a āsleep is currencyā phase.Ā Iāve always been the first kid up at the sleepover, bugging everyone.Ā The second I wake up Iām basically sprinting out the door, always been that way.Ā Iām not exactly sure why.Ā But recently Iāve been trying to get an extra hour or two in, force myself to stay in bed a little longer, put a t-shirt over my eyes, and think of it as filling up the tank.Ā The beauty tank. Iām getting older, I need rest, I need gas, I hate to sleep, feels like a waste of time, but you gotta do it.