So Jason Pettigrew brought back his blog from the death bed, and even though I doubt ANYONE will read this, I am doing the same. I always struggle with the idea of promoting my own blog adventures. What if I put shit in here that I don't really want people to read? Perhaps, I shouldn't do that? But then there's always the shameless feeling of shameless self-promotion? Don't know, man. But i had been thinking lately how it would be nice to chronicle the homesickness, so I will know exactly how i felt on a day to day (or week to week) basis. You know, document my ups and downs. So I am considering a serious blog revival. It's not like I don't have time for it. I usually just fuck around all morning, not doing anything productive. Reading the paper and drinking a lot of coffee is a problem I have been dealing with. I do this routine every morning, and I think i should change it up once in a while. So consider the Blog a change-up to my morning paper/coffee fastball.
Alright, about that homesickness thing...Yeah it's been rough. Ive been told by friends that have moved away from the U.P. that it never really goes away. Tom Featherstone told me that it gets better, but never goes totally away. This was also the sentiment of Tammy Runstrom. That truly sucks to hear, because if it never goes totally away, what will I become in the future? I have been toeing the line of a complete wreck in the last couple weeks. I pick up my guitar, even though i don't really claim to know how to play it. Not to say I suck, but lets just say I only know like, 7 chords. Whatever, what I'm saying here is that I really want to express my "pain" through song, but I don't know how to write a vocal melody. I just follow the melody of the tune, which apparently is pretty amature. Every time I pick up the guitar, I end up feeling worse off, because i don't know what I'm doing.
But yeah, I miss everyone I know. And that hurts, knowing i wont be able to see anyone I love besides my wife for a long time. I am so excited for when Caleb and Megan come down here eventually. They are the only people that are even talking about coming.
Tim called me the other night which was a pleasant surprise. Unfortunately, after i got off the phone with him, I ended up feeling even worse. He told me that after the departure of Andy from the band, which marked three fifths of Dead Cities now departed from Dead Cities, they were still truckin' on, finding a new name, but still playing Tim's songs from Dead Cities. This bothered me a little because I was really hoping to get the Dead Cities album finished so I could have a record of the greatest time of our lives. But if Tim and TJ are taking their songs to the new endeavor, those are no longer Dead Cities songs. Therefore, we only have Andy's songs as Dead Cites material. FUCK, MAN. So I see it as, "piss on the past, we're moving on." I know I shouldn't feel that way, because i really want those guys to keep on playing music. I can't, nor want to stop them. It's just frustrating that I wont be a part of something that I realistically should be a part of. This is the hardest issue i have to deal with in moving 1000 miles south. My band. I miss my band more than I could have imagined upon departure.
No one told me that the homesickness would get wayyyy worse before it gets a little better. Nashville is a cool ass town, but it's not even close to the Greater Negaunee-Marquette area.
