moondog

one of those days where everything feels like a miserable pile of wet paper. i attempt filming which devolves into great frustration and mayhem, if you will. the guitar playing worse. piano hopeless. writing, painting, even reading seem impossible today. perhaps its the moon. when will i learn to just sit on days like this? to stop the brain and this restless soul of mine, and just sit.

brian eno's, music for airports plays. the dishwasher swells. there is a sundog around the moon. moondog.

Posted by jeff pitcher at December 6, 2005 06:44 PM

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