Sleepless Nights

Oh man, my head hurts just looking through writing jobs. I think I’m jumping into this thing a little too fast. I miss writing and really want to get back into it but the more I think about it, every time I get excited about writing again I start looking up jobs and applying for positions I have no experience for therefore have no hope of getting…this bums me out and I let writing fall by the wayside. So this time I’m just gonna write for awhile, try not to have any agenda and just let it flow.

I hate how the thoughts come rushing in at night. Always just as I finally let myself become tired enough for sleep…Wham! Flood gates open, the ideas and semi thoughts…random sentences come CRASHING through. Example, last night I only had a few hours to sleep between shifts but I tossed and turned the entire time thinking about how writers are like video editors. Stay with me here, for this to work you have to understand that everything we can touch..smell..see and hear is less than one millionth of reality, matter can neither be created nor destroyed. Everything is energy and its in a constant state of flux all around us…constantly. Just as editors use equipment to warp and change reality, to cut and paste images together so it fits their perception…writers use pen and paper to take what’s already all around us and snatch it from the air, take what ever words or sentences flows through him or her and re-arrange them on paper to show us their perception of reality at any particular time.

I suppose in reality were both “Perception Demonstrators”

This was the main thought swirling around dozens of other random, much less tangible theories and notions. All this because I showed a slight interest in writing again.

Don’t poke the bear…results may vary.

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Revolution

I have a deep, intense, fascination and desire to witness firsthand the beginning of a revolution. Not a revolution in any war or political sense but a revolution of the times.

It’s hard to see outside of our bubble, to see our own place in time and history and see what we as a generation have going on. But I feel like we’ve been stagnate for some time. So I keep looking out for that spark, that ignition that signals that The Times, They Are A Changin’.

While waiting I often find myself daydreaming about being there at the precise time and place when the times actually shifted, to witness that breaking point between what was and what now is.

I imagine myself sitting there on the bus with Ken Kesey, Cassidy, Babbs, The Slime Queen, Stark Naked and all of the Merry band of Pranksters as they drove off changing the course of history…creating the Hippy Movement and all the amazing music, psychedelics and new ways of thinking that came along with it…one mile at a time.

Or being at the Limelight when Michael Alig threw his first “themed” party night and began the rise of the club kids.

I imagine jumping fences and breaking into peoples backyards to skate in their empty pools watching Tony Alva and Stacey Peralta break every rule in skateboarding history…creating the world of skateboarding as we know it today.

And of course being around 315 Bowery, deep within the heart of NYC with Hilly Kristal in the winter of 1973 to watch as a club which he originally opened with the intention of being a “Country, Blue Grass & Blues” bar turn into the birthplace of Punk Rock. Seeing a veritable turnstile of legendary bands like The Ramones, The Dead Boys, Blondie, Beastie Boys, Talking Heads, The Police and Patti Smith play their first show.

Who knows how many times I’ve drifted off, imagining what it must have felt like to be there, to know immediately that you were a part of something b-e-a-utiful. Who knows what tomorrow may bring? Not a single one of us but with the right type of eyes you might just be surprised.

Feb 25th 2017

Ive decided to try to write, at least, one paragraph a day. Just one, to get the creative juices flowing. I won’t be posting everything I write but I will write everyday. The paragraphs don’t need to flow together, be connected, they don’t need to be grammatically correct – or even make sense on their own…they just need to be.

I’ve been wrapped up in my own world lately, caught in a seemingly never ending loop of sleep, eat work….sleep, eat, work….sleep, eat, work….wash, rinse…repeat. My hope is that by putting pen to paper, fig~ur~a~tive~ly, I may be able to shed some of this routine, lit~er~al~ly, and stoke the fires of creativity that I know are there, albeit buried, deep within myself. No rules, no correcting or editing myself, no bullshit, no accolades, no slowing down around the curves…just me doing my thing “and we’re going to keep doing it, right out front” just let the words flow down to the page..

Let’s see how she goes…onwards and upwards!