Delusions in 7/8

Of Terror Threats & Tenor Sax

What a strange thing, to be riding the train and catching the glances of the people sitting around you, trying to be nonchalant when really the thought is crossing everybody's mind - are these the people I'm going to die with?

I don't pay much mind to threat announcements - what's the point? It's not like there's anything that could be done to bolster your chances of survival, aside, I suppose, from staying at home behind locked doors. Everything hinges on the pure, random convergence of chance.

In any case, in about 12 hours I will be in a studio deep below the streets of Williamsburg, singing songs that I wrote and convincing myself that it means something.
Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to it. It's all I've got and all I want.

As for right now, I've got a case of fatigue and heartache, but there's a Maker's Mark within grasp and Sam Cooke is on the stereo.

To end on a note of optimism, dangerous optimism, if things continue at the pace they have been, it's probable that the record, the much vaunted Kinetic Album #1 blah blah blah, will be printed, packaged and ready for purchase by the end of November.
I'll be just holding on until then...

posted by Khmer Rouge @ 12:00 AM