Over the course of many a night...all blurred into one long self-imposed bout of insomnia, I decided the solution was to see Mogwai live and while the auditorium speakers blew out my eardrums, scream to the top of my lungs. That way, all rotten blackness could be purged. Lately, the distance away from my family, the band trying to resuscitate the energy that was stolen by obligatory military service, break ups, and ultimately, my incapacity to speak 100% Korean, in a way that i could just be myself left me feeling abandoned by my own poor judgment.
ah, slap in the head. a whisper from the internet wavelengths, and bam:
John Cassavetes said in his interview on life and love, "What I think everybody needs is a way to say, 'Where and how can I be in love so that I can live? So that I can live with some degree of peace.'"
Satori in the night!
The last concert I did, who did I play for?
I don't even remember. All I remember was the beautiful yellow lights flickering from my Korg Radius module, a UFO to take me places.
Who did I love then? There were no fine precarious balances at all.
oh benzene ring, how i love thee.
