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October 19, 2004

about the concept of home

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an old Jawbreaker song plays. a sample of Kerouac reading. k and i scramble about, packing things. soon, in days, we will be in my old places. familiar places. places called home. people i love. some i will get to see, and others i will not. such is life i guess. and then we will be back in the car on those roads i've only seen once from my bicycle. mike too. a trip powered more by the movement of my ankle than the strength of my legs. how different it will be to see those places in a car. how amazingly different. and how strange it will feel to be home for a mere matter of hours really. i miss home. i wonder how long it will take for this place to feel like home.

alas, i could write and write. a bit odd no, that my new record {"the work of kings"} is about the concept of home. foreshadowing? how it effects us, and we it. what it means. is it physical or emotional? spiritual? i suppose there is great feelings in all of this, down in there. but alas, the plants beckon. they want water before we go. the cats asked to be petted. the bags, finished packing. my god i love the way it feels during this last hour before leaving. entirely unique. reports from the road to follow.

Posted by jeff pitcher at October 19, 2004 10:10 AM

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Jeff,

Great great post. I too have been thinking a lot about home. What is it? What does it mean to me? I have moved around so much that I can't remember the last place I lived that gave me a feeling of home. I know that each time I travel and come back to Phoenix I always feel home.

I just bought a home. The construction is supposed to be finished soon and by the end of November we are supposed to be able to move into the new house. I have been wonderfing if once in the home will I feel at home, or will it take time?

I have started to wonder, am I looking in the wrong direction for the wrong feeling? Is this sense of home really just a safe feeling I can find inside, or find when I am with my partner?

I wonder.....

Jenn

ps. i love the new paintings.

Posted by: jenn at October 21, 2004 11:40 AM

Home. She is strange indeed, jenn. I've put so much work into the new place, been there months now, starting a new life there, as many pieces of myself as I can, really. It still lacks the vibe of "Home". It's still more "house". I'm working on that too, though.
Perhaps when the Work of Kings is finally completed, it will feel like Home. Much of what made my last place Home was recording work. And the new 'stead will be where Kings will be mixed. So perhaps that will help accelerate its transition into Home...

Posted by: ron at October 22, 2004 03:20 PM

I'm reminded of a song by you. on a tape. that I play in my old mercedes tapedeck. I don't know the song but the part is of you moaning.. or sobbing.. or sighing..
come home, come home... come home.. ....then... fuck.
that always still makes my throat clench.
also. I have a painting for you.

Posted by: luiza at October 24, 2004 02:50 PM
   


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