Thoughts while watching the fire.

I was watching the arcade fire on Austin city limits... Mind blowing in and if itself. But there is a look I saw On their faces. One is of love, passion dedicaction. The whole show was intense even from tv. But especially toward the. End of the set, they looked like of was bittersweet to stop playing. I want to make music that I want to. Sing at the top of my lungs and that breaks my heart to perform. I'm writing more.... Nothing good enough to put up yet.. It's coming though.. I think. I miss making music. Really bad. Waiting is a performance, but one that drains your soul not feeds it. I can't be in a spot for too long where I can't create or my fingers start to fidget and my teeth start to itch. Being in any spot of creative community is like sticking my head into a cool room from underneath a hot blanket. Oi. Let's see what happens.