Dark Wires

So I’ve been in a really creative mood the last few days. However, I haven’t had a shoot in several weeks, so there’s not much to work on. I suppose I could go back in the files and find something that I had looked over in the past, but I hunger for something… new. That’s probably the best way I can describe it. Being really ravenous, and yet not quite figuring out what I have the taste for.

On the plus side, it’s been a while since I’ve done something creative where the parameters weren’t dictated to me, so hunger is good.

It’s good in other ways too. Jenn’s asked me “what’s gotten into you lately?” more than few times as of late. As much as she likes her “good man”(which is, btw, the best compliment she can give me) she equally appreciates my darker side.

It’s also helped me at the job quite a bit too as I’ve been able to come up with some “out of the box” solutions to problems. (God I hate clichés like that, but I don’t know how else to say it. “Creative” is also pretty overplayed considering where I work.)

And I’ve been enjoying music more than I normally do. I’ll freely admit to being rhythm challenged and being partially deaf doesn’t help much either. I’ve been digging back on Blue October and I don’t think there’s anything of theirs I don’t like. They’ve got a very eclectic blend of music that runs the board of stuff I really dig. For example, they’ve got a song that sounds very NIN called Drilled a Wire through My Cheek. Here’s a nugget:

I try to stay on top of you
To hold your body down
Your shaking seems to hinder
Every grap that I have found

Moving every inch around me
To defuse your private bomb
I stretch myself surrounding
And protecting you from harm

I use a wallet for your mouth
So when you bite you will not bleed
I drilled a wire through my cheek
And let it down and out my sleeve

And as your pulling out the best of me
Yeah which never ever comes
This wires all thats left of me
And its hooked within my gums
within my gums...

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it

Its proof to show that I bleed for this
And ive cut myself the shame
But to get to know this macicist
Who has stolen my first name

Pretending he's a teacher
Holding all my weight at ease
Yet the teacher seems to split in two
Destroying both his knees

Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wing
I lift your featherd left arm
Where you hide your heart for me

I never noticed it was swolen
With the touch of brutal pain
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain
all your rain...

That’s only half the song and yes… the whole song is that dark, fucked up, and I love every line of it.

Anyway, I’ve got the day off tomorrow, so maybe I’ll have a new image soon. I’ve got to get a bunch of freelance stuff done and we’re going to hang out with Jenn’s family in KC this weekend,(which means a road trip in the Cruiser and the potential for road head since I finally have an automatic. Keep me in your prayers) but I’ll try to budget in some art time.