leftovers

I had gotten it in my head that I wanted to start taking Architecture classes this fall, and even went as far as registering at LACC (Los Angeles City College) and filling out that FASFA form. But the last day to enroll and pay for classes was the 28th and that came and went. I did think about it that day, but I just didn't feel right about it. I may still do it, but it was going to be a pretty big commitment (6pm-10pm every Monday and Wednesday) and I'm not sure if I need one more thing going on in my life. Right now my life is my day job, and music. A lot of music. I can't even keep track of how many balls I have in the air when it comes to music. Music is what I have loved most throughout my whole life, so it's hard to imagine me doing something else, but the fact is I am getting older and more and more jaded with the music "industry", or the chances that I have of ever making any money from music. I want more money. But will more money make me hap

This has been a sort of rough week. This morning, my friend (dare I say one of my favorites) left for a new chapter in his life, in Portland Oregon. I had only been hanging out with Kevin for the past 8 months or so, although I have known him for a few years. I'm sure he will have a great life in Portland, and I'm sure I'll be fine here in LA, but it always sucks when someone you enjoy spending time with moves away and you can no longer spend much time with them. Tomorrow morning, my friends Von and Jessica are moving to start a new chapter in their lives, in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Von and I go WAY back. I remember in the infancy of my LA life, I would go to gay bars in the San Fernando Valley for the various Karaoke nights and I would notice the two lesbians that would sing, then write in their journals, draw pictures on napkins, and sing again. Amy was the outgoing, wacky one with short blond hair and a strong, melodic voice, and Yvonne was the quiet, reserved one wh