There’s a group of dudes who get together in a park by our house every so often and beat the hell outta each other with foam swords. I’m not sure how I feel about that - and am doing my best to temper my snap judgments with the fact that they sure look like they are having a lot of fun. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I may even want to go and borrow one of their padded instruments of mass whacking.
It’s probably the same sort of feeling the young kids I went to watch play in their metal band last Saturday night get when they vent all their frustrations into a microphone (or instrument.) I couldn’t really understand exactly why they were so angry but sure admire the way they’ve chosen to release it. It was a rhythmic, heavy assault on my senses that left me both energized and, for lack of a better word; pumped. And, for a bunch of guys who were really, really mad at the world - they sure seemed happy.
As tempting, and therapeutic, as it may be to go through life with an awesomely modified floatation device of terror; I do think it might be a little hard to explain it to my kids. And I doubt anyone would want to listen to me screaming into a microphone about the high price of clear coat and/or finicky, indecisive customers.
So I’m left to figure out a direction where my pressure valve should be aimed for release. So far, introspection and alcohol seem to be the only real avenues I’ve found. But I’m starting to think I may just need to get out more. Maybe I’ll stumble on to something on my way to go watch some more angry 20 year olds yelling at me because of how I somehow screwed up their world… Or who knows?! maybe happiness will come if don some tights and swing a pool noodle at someones head… Either way it should be an enjoyable pursuit.
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Work has continued at a snails pace as I’m still on the rollercoaster of recovering from the worst flu I’ve had in years. It has completely sucked all the life out of me and I am left clinging to the fact that I am now three weeks behind on my projects. I’m hoping to make back up some time but it sure has been an uphill battle around here lately.
One project that stands out is a raven I put on sportster fender… It was difficult to compose and paint a big, moonlit, black bird on such a narrow surface but I’ve really enjoyed this one more than most (the picture is kinda crappy.) He may even end up translated into a tattoo at some point.
Anyways…. Thanks for reading!!! I hope you’ve had a good week - sincerely!
Rod
It’s probably the same sort of feeling the young kids I went to watch play in their metal band last Saturday night get when they vent all their frustrations into a microphone (or instrument.) I couldn’t really understand exactly why they were so angry but sure admire the way they’ve chosen to release it. It was a rhythmic, heavy assault on my senses that left me both energized and, for lack of a better word; pumped. And, for a bunch of guys who were really, really mad at the world - they sure seemed happy.
As tempting, and therapeutic, as it may be to go through life with an awesomely modified floatation device of terror; I do think it might be a little hard to explain it to my kids. And I doubt anyone would want to listen to me screaming into a microphone about the high price of clear coat and/or finicky, indecisive customers.
So I’m left to figure out a direction where my pressure valve should be aimed for release. So far, introspection and alcohol seem to be the only real avenues I’ve found. But I’m starting to think I may just need to get out more. Maybe I’ll stumble on to something on my way to go watch some more angry 20 year olds yelling at me because of how I somehow screwed up their world… Or who knows?! maybe happiness will come if don some tights and swing a pool noodle at someones head… Either way it should be an enjoyable pursuit.
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Work has continued at a snails pace as I’m still on the rollercoaster of recovering from the worst flu I’ve had in years. It has completely sucked all the life out of me and I am left clinging to the fact that I am now three weeks behind on my projects. I’m hoping to make back up some time but it sure has been an uphill battle around here lately.
One project that stands out is a raven I put on sportster fender… It was difficult to compose and paint a big, moonlit, black bird on such a narrow surface but I’ve really enjoyed this one more than most (the picture is kinda crappy.) He may even end up translated into a tattoo at some point.
Anyways…. Thanks for reading!!! I hope you’ve had a good week - sincerely!
Rod
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