Up the Tree

I’ve been sick the past couple of days, mainly due to untold stress on my body from not taking care of it the way I should. My body feels like a pencil with the lead worn down and blunt, leaving fat sloppy marks. I need a pick-me-up bad.

On a positive note, I’ve been busily researching my home studio and learning about music theory in my down time. Music Theory is fascinating stuff. Once I started to read up on it, I realized that allot of the things I do musically can be defined and broken down. I realized that writing music doesn’t need to be a difficult as I have been making it for myself. If I can grasp musical theory, I can in effect understand the the technology behind the music I play. The guitar is starting to make sense, because I am finally understanding what notes I’m playing and how notes relate to each-other.

My favorite part of music theory is that the notes on the black lines of the _treble stave_ can be memorized by saying…

*Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge*

God knows I could use some fudge right now.

On Saturday, Diane and I went over to Irving Plaza to see _the Shins_ in action. It was a great show, but I don’t think the band has quite accepted their success yet.

_Maybe they don’t know how good their music is._

Hope everybody feels loved this Valentines Day and has plenty of chocolate to get sick on.

Well, it’s like this, my sister Amy dated Nick from the Strokes back in Jr. High… How could this have happened?! Why on gods green earth did they breakup? Oh, the good times we could have talking about music and sharing the fame. Now I have to do it on my own. Thanks sis.

Why couldn’t you stay together for me?!

_Slut._

Across the pillow
inches seem to stretch for miles
sleep mountain ranges