Out Here in the Ether

The band is no more. My only musical outlet for the last ten years is cut off. I have two more nights a week that I'm not making music, bringing me up to a total of seven. In the last two weeks my only musical activity has been dicking around with Slayer tunes on the guitar. Haven't even touched the bass.

This is fucking weird, this place. It's all...undefined. Shapeless. Expansive. Like the outside edges of the universe or something.

Going from here is a matter of picking a direction. Don't want to go backwards. Don't want to stay. Lots of potential but no clear path. Can't say it's being lost: lost would be relative to what, exactly?

What do I do? Start another band? Join one? Sell my shit? Learn how to record and then write some stuff by myself? I could do any of those things. I mean, I can't see selling my shit but the other stuff, maybe.

Messages are trickling in about being sad to see us go. It's nice and it sucks at the same time. Kind of bums me out, but it's cool that people care.

It's strange having such a big part of your life just stop, isn't it? It's strange to find out how big it was, even the little fish in the big sea that we were.