So I spent this last weekend getting back down to my roots. Not really in the reggae sense or in the speed-dating-relatives sense (although that would be pretty sweet as long as we’re meaning it in the most non-incestual-even-in-Utah way possible)… but more in the sense of just generally remembering who I am. I guess everybody needs that sometimes, you know?
It all started with me blocking out a bunch of hours to disappear into my penthouse and build a shiny new computer. Yeah, you read that right. Here comes a disclaimer: I tend to be a bit complex and multi-layered about lots of stuff – maybe sometimes to a fault… but in at least a couple of those layers, I’m still totally and undeniably a geek. That geek inside of me was ALL ABOUT disappearing from society for awhile to do something high tech and peaceful and antisocial. It’s true that I don’t get near as many geek points for building a PC this last weekend as my friend did for going to a hacker conference – but as far as I’m concerned, just add in a steady stream of music and sunlight and birds singing out my window, and all is right with the world.
Oh, and did I mention this computer is going to be used for recording? FINALLY? After TWO ENTIRE YEARS of not being able to record music? Not that this is a big deal or anything… especially for a dude who creates songs as a way of life. No, I’m sure I’ll be perfectly able to avoid doing what I love by killing time making small talk with a bunch of people who don’t understand me while that black, shiny, hi-tech gateway drug sits in my room. In other news, I’ve just made online friends with a Nigerian prince on the worldwide cyberwebs. Just ask me sometime if you want several thousand dollars and some free new miracle drugs.
What I was originally trying to say is that geeking out with a bunch of cords and connectors and command prompts was actually kind of like playing that gig at the stadium in that it reminded me a bit about who I am and what I love. But it’s not just that: even the annoying interruptions were from totally cool friends that I’ve just happened to chance across down here. Almost as if I were a valued part of a real community like every person honestly needs and desires and deserves to be. And what were we doing? Oh, you know: Thanksgiving dinner. Swing dancing to a live Dixie band. American-style BBQ at the top of Wellington Harbour in New Zealand. Just WICKED AWESOME (and pretty American) stuff like that.
So life is good – but I just have one request for all you guys who read this blog: if I ever tell you that I’m going to buy a graphics card… punch me in the face. That is all.