G’evening… or g’morning. However this may apply.
We know we’ve been away, or rather gone. But we’re still here. I thought we might be gone forever and how scary that felt. “Gone” is such an empty thing — and I say thing because it’s the presence of what is absent. We know we can all relate to having some entity be absent, and how that feels but it always feels the same: empty. When something is gone, it is either away for a moment or in some cases permanently. How can the weight of a word be so much? Gone.
We promised if we came back it’d be different. You promised if we came back it’d be different. When we started this we were just kids making noise, out in a wild nature, spread out in the exciting, unexplored world. And yet we were learning the same craft, awkwardly falling in love with the intangibility of music. But like all things time and the world will corrupt. Eventually, somehow, this got so serious, we compared ourselves to the stars — to burn bright or bleed out. And I’ll admit apart of myself was bitter.
Personally, I became more interested in why I struggled and where my insecurities lived. I spent so much time lacking in the reality of my emotions. But music always took me somewhere that felt okay, I was always playing back the scenes of my past or trying to rewrite them or searching to feel something I wanted to feel — either for the first time or again. I became more upset with the missed opportunities of both sides. And I couldn’t agree with either one, because it’s a shame what we chose. And I couldn’t be held responsible for another thing or I might scream. Sometimes I would sit and wonder what was actually occurring in my own brilliance, and wonder where it all transpired or how. But if you really look where you’re suppose to. It resides in this forward motion and there’s a feeling there to live again. I’m coming out alive again. This will be truly who I am. G.L.
This is the healthiest we’ve ever been, because we are reattached with why we were, and are: pro-creative. Be prepared for a new issue of noise and narrative.
// gone no more xx…