My long twenties are over
buckle in this'll probably be the most self-indulgent thing I ever write here but it’s time to put it to rest
"As soon as you start talking about what happens, it's like, it never... you can never get to what it really is, and then it sort of... I'm almost afraid to talk about it, because it sort of... then you actually start thinking about it. You know what I mean? I like to... there's this place in music, if you can stay in this sort of naïve state, to me that's the best feeling, where you're never sure what's coming next and you're just, every moment, you're finding it."
- Bill Frisell
My twenties began a bit early, in 2014 around October and November, when I was 19 years old. The idea of love hit me, but I missed it and found alcohol instead.
It was October 9, 2014, and I was trying to play bass full-time. My hard drive holds a few tellings of this story (although, longest-tenured readers, you might have copies of another dramatized retelling I wrote, way back in your email inboxes). Here's the one that dates back from then:
