RE: Previous post
You have me convinced. And if I ever ended up with a girl who writes, I’d probably lose my mind out of excitement. The descriptions of the events in our relationship would be far more exciting to revel in than the events themselves. We would give our children middle names like Jules (Verne), Chinua (Achebe) and Doctor (Seuss). Her hands would be her most attractive quality; her fingertips weathered and strong from maneuvering many-a-page corner, yet smooth and elegant in their motions as she takes care to preserve the delicacy of any stock of paper.
Dating a girl who reads and writes would be a dream come true.
On responsible behaviour and accountability.
To anyone who knows and will be interacting with me, anytime from now until whenever:
I would like to offer my apologies, in advance, if I am caught acting dumb, mopey and/or generally lame. I am going through ten million things, both wonderful and less-so, these days. And while I have gotten better at living for “the greater good” and the “grand scheme of things”, I don’t want to get too confident and succumb to my own pride in my ability to “handle the situation”. Most days, I’ll probably be fine but on any given day I’m not, that’s just what me not comprehending how to deal with a wider scope beyond myself looks like. My bad.
Love,
P
On Good Things and Better Things.
So it would seem that the whirlwind adventure isn’t stopping any time soon and that’s perfectly okay with me. For those just tuning in, I am a illustrator and a musician who’s career(s) seem to be exploding with activity right now, in the midst of my third year of university. On the design side, I’m being wooed by a number of clients; both present and potentially future and I just got my second t-shirt design printed (based on the album art of my latest single). On the music side, I’m working on my album (still), meeting every musician in the city of Toronto, released a new single last week and have TWO gigs coming up in the next seven days. Life is certainly prosperous these days.
On opportunity knock-knock-knocking.
As I mentioned some time ago, I have some good news. It would seem my persistence and efforts in my music “career” haven’t gone unnoticed. A couple weeks ago, I was approached by a management agency, HearSay Music, and signed to them. In short, I now have representation. Sort of.
On great weeks and things in-the-nick-of-time.
I really can’t say too much just yet but things are looking up. More news when things are solidified and I actually believe that this is real life treating me so well.
On music careers, the pricetag of determination and faith.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’ve spent a little over a year working on my debut album (following up on the stage set by The Phoebe EP) and that my Christmas break has been riddled with progress on a number of fronts. I’ve knocked out the backbones of another 3 or so tracks, written (and written and rewritten) lots of lyrics, locked down some guest features and designed some merch t-shirts. It’s was a restful and productive break, to say the least, and it has me excited to barrel through with the progress! Of course, reality has reared its ugly head once more though.
Good Tattoos aren’t cheap, cheap Tattoos aren’t good.
How much for that tattoo? 200.00? OMG!
I only paid 20.00 for this one and it’s bigger!
By the way, can you fix it while I’m here?
I have no tattoos, nor do I have any intention to get any, but I do admire and appreciate good body ink. I also understand the plight of misconstrued notions of the value of ANY sort of commissioned art.
On Hard-to-find auto parts and the Right of way.
I’m in need of some wisdom right now. Some wisdom and patience to wait on the wisdom. You ever have one of those days when you just can’t even comprehend how the heck any good can come of something? In a world where I’m desperately searching for God’s glory in all things, sometimes the “good” eludes me. And today, with that guy who plowed right into my car while speeding and talking on his cell phone, was one of those days.
On finishing for the semester.
Catdang, it feels good. At the same time, though, I feel like it’s a trap and that I have some secret assignment I forgot about, waiting to jump me.
