i'm in the mood....

when it's late... and i'm tired...
i like to light some incense... put on some jazz...or some pink floyd...
wear my checkard fedora and sit at my computer...in the dark...
i like to let the music take me over...
i think of what that sax means... the bass, the beat... it flows through me and i think about art and music, and people and meanings and things that are beautiful and things that are heavy with purpose, things that give shape to who i am, and what kind of world i want to live in, what kind of world exists in my head...
i like to think that i belong, that what i write will one day mean something...
that i could leave a mark... MY mark...
and i think about how disconnected i've become from that world... and that i want to curl up into a painting, mouth a performance piece, stare at a monitor of a collective... part of a mixed media compellation and nod with understanding....
talk about all the deep things that the work symbolizes...
i want to live at the moulin rouge... at the heartbreak hotel...
i want to be surrounded by art... music... indie film and experimental theatre...
i want to be the starving artist... to be astrid and ingrid magnussen...
random quote: three cheers for eve!