Two PS5’s cost $1,000
I’m having a hard time. You might not notice it if you see me getting lunch or going to the beach on the weekend with my friends or watching Monday Night Football. You might not notice it if you come over for dinner or if you call me and ask for help moving a couch or if you see me scrolling social media. You might not notice it all actually. Unless you’re with me when I’m working. I should rephrase that. You might notice it if you’re with me while I’m trying to get work done.
I’m settled into my new schedule and I presume it’ll last me to the end of the year at least. I’m out of bed at 6:30 (no snoozes!) and exercised and caffeinated by 9:00 a.m., sat at the table answering emails, taking care of administrative work for the company, putting together social media posts and Spotify canvases for upcoming releases. At 10 I transition into writing time - these days that time is devoted to this blog and drafts of Running (currently on version 4) - and that began with a lot of momentum, but I’ve come to a bit of a dip in the path. I’ve mentioned this before but a lot of the hesitation there stems from my feeling that I’m missing a pivotal element that will truly elevate the work. It doesn’t feel like the movie I have in my heart just yet, and I’ve yet to be able to alchemize that feeling in my heart into a vision in my head, which leaves my fingers paralyzed. So what’s been happening is I build a lot of tension and frustration within myself every day from 10-12. Then I break for lunch and do the NYT puzzles and maybe get a little gaming in, but the anxiety hasn’t subsided recently. At 1 I head to the studio where Understanding I are finishing our last twelve songs for the year (!!) but over the last couple weeks, and after some unexpected input from our guides, I’ve been thrown into a state of confusion. I have to execute in the now while simultaneously preparing a major shift for the future. It’s a lot to keep in my head, and that makes it tougher to understand what the song at hand needs in the moment. I haven’t been able to tap into a pure state of creativity as much as I would like to but -
I feel like a broken record. I’ve said all of this many times this year on this very page. I don’t want to do that anymore. I want this to be a place for compelling thought, occasional updates, interesting perspectives. It’s starting to feel like a sad story. Let me figure some shit out, and I’ll get back to you.
-J.P.