lately i've been yearning to read about the last 5 years in the voice of me then but realising that any and all fragments that i've typed are scattered across so many digital vessels that it's impossible to find an honest representation of it all in one place. so here i am again. still going to open my notes app when i'm in the bus on the way home and put everything i felt that night down in there but the next evening, when i'm thinking about the last evening, maybe i'll try and be better at documenting it here. not that i've really been bussing anyway much of late with the Pandemic.

got youtube premium a couple of weeks ago to watch a mini series w/o ads and i'm o: at how palatable that upgrade has been. i have 2 monitors and in the evening, i'd open a KEXP or tiny desk concert in one and whatever software i'm working in in the other but i've been finding myself so taken by music that i barely get started, let alone get anything done. i play the same songs that i listen to on spotify while i'm at work or taking a walk but it's almost like the lyrics are brand new. it's funny because this is hardly the first time a thought like that occurs. i already know that music is an Experience but i always forget what that means until i am reminded again. like most things really. i miss gigs. i have been buying tickets and opening tabs to buy tickets for concerts far into 2022. who knows if i'd go or what 2022 will have in store for us. the years seem determined to one up each other.

still, that doesn't stop me from thinking that my life would be complete when i hear lucy dacus in person.