Thursday, February 21, 2008
I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live.
~George Bernard Shaw~
my left fingers are numb as I type this. no I have not been gripping an ice cold suicide slurpee. no I did not drive through the alps with my hand roller coaster riding the wind out the window. no I did not give bare-handed ice-fishing a try. my fingertips are numb because I am in the midst of learning to play the bass in two weeks.
my friend ben pringle has asked me to play in his upcoming show at hotel cafe. catch is, he asked me to play an instrument that up until 5 days ago, I had never even touched. it feels amazing. at the end of practice I feel ravenous like I have hiked for miles up a mountain. I've been living on a diet of burgers and pork roast and fried chicken. protein. memories are made up of proteins--perhaps memorizing all this music is depleting my protein supply at an unusual rate? either way, I'm happy as can be. I feel simultaneously more worn out and more energized than I've been in years. purpose. life is made up of finding a purpose to excite you, to inspire action that takes your baby soft hands and covers them with calluses. I have been blessed with this challenge and although I've lost feeling in my fingertips, my whole being feels more alive than ever.
jam on it!