I don't know how he does it...

Trent Reznor keeps getting better.

Discipline is totally old-school with regards to his style; cut up, distorted, with beautiful if intermittent piano melodies.

I really enjoy that song, at least. I've heard worse out of him.


Also, good news! I worked today, and I work tomorrow. And things should be getting better in the coming weeks. The mill is back up to 40 hours a week day and night shift.

Which means dry line will be too, soon.

Things are looking good, good, good. As soon as I get back to work, I buy that diploma, I wait a month or two, buy a kickass korg synth workstation and then work entirely on loans (after maybe FL Studio) while working out details on my future college enrollment.

Honestly. Gods, I really want to go to music school. I really, really do. My heart is with music. I'm in love with music. Making it, producing it, playing it. Everything about it.

I remember when I was a kid, and this is a really vivid memory from when I was still very young.

I was in this candy shop two houses from my grandmother's, unwatched by adults excepting the shop owner (I think my mother trusted me a lot more than most mothers) and I think I had just finished up on the arcade game (Yeah, I was totally a gamer kid. I used to spend time in the Arcade at the mall, too. A /lot/ of time. Anytime I was there. I got first on Soul Caliber 1.

Anyway.

This candy shop. I was doing air guitar to the music, right?

The woman says to me, "Hey, what do you think you are, a rock star?"

And I reply, cooly and without thought, "Yeah, I'm going to be a famous musician when I grow up."

That memory has stuck with me my whole life.
Sometimes I wonder.

If this has to deal with me channeling "something". Been channeling.

If you don't get my drift. Or I am that something unaware.

Atman maybe. Or something.

Whatever. LIFE IS GOOD!