June 14, 2009
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I’m drained, and slightly worn.
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Let me tell you,… helping to set up a music festival is some hard work. Gratifying, but hard.
… and I haven’t the energy to go through all that happened at this festival, other than to say that it was a valiant success, besides a few people being less than supportive.
I currently feel myself dwelling within this purgatory of unknowing.
I lost my job last week, but that one was my fault.
I saw some faults in close friends that I didn’t want to see.
I’ve been pushing and preaching positivity, and yet everyones wreck-less pessimism is intoxicating the air.Things seem somewhat bleak during a time that should be as bright as the sun. A new summer for the venture of music.
… and despite some bigger steps, it seemed as if poison has been flowing through the minds of everyone I work with. Some more than others.Miscommunications. Paranoia. Pride. Judgementalism. Drama. Lost ambitions. Raging emotions.
Its like the musical landscape is changing, and larger cracks have formed in the ground. The likeliness that things will fall into the earth is increasing.
And no form of real-talk or straight-forwardness is solving anything.I’m not sure how long this is going to last, but I am positive that many bridges will be warped and perhaps even burned.
And for those out to make such things happen out of self-loathing or envy, the price will weigh even heavier.I just hope the long-term disruption caused by this momentary curse bypasses most of us.
I just hope everyone can wake up.Perhaps let their own weary eyes rest, and awaken to clairity.
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