About passion, about art, about life, about excitement, about happiness

The sad fact of the matter is, _______, I will never love anything as much as I loved Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close when I read it for the first time. I will not be equally happy, in proportion or sincerity, as the first time I heard the key change in Wolf Parade’s “Modern World”. I will never be as excited as the first time I rode through a mountain and called a friend who had never left the state just to let him feel what I felt. And there will never be such solitude, such purity or peace, as at 3am, when I am holed up in a dirty garrett or basement or underneath a table with nothing but a pen or a word processor. Which is not to say, stop trying. These are just facts. Facts.

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One thought on “About passion, about art, about life, about excitement, about happiness

  1. Lovely.

    Your mentioning calling the friend from the road reminded me of when I moved from Nevada to Oregon when I was 24. It was a caravan of sorts, with my ex driving the U-Haul, my mother driving her car with our three cats and all the houseplants, and me in lead with solitude to consider the poignancy of leaving my hometown. I had the local radio station with the strongest signal on the radio, and it kept getting weaker and weaker, then was interrupted by a California station sporadically, then finally succumbed to that station altogether. I think you understand when I say it was one of the most powerful episodes in my life. Thanks for joggling the memory!

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