Don't ever marry a musician, it's an old adage and one that you should take with a grain of salt (ahem).
Oh Jason, why do you disappoint me so? You with your perfect fucking brown twinkle eyes and calm demeanor. It's hard playing second fiddle to a bass (or fiddle for that matter!).
The interesting thing I have learned about having a musician for a partner is that the more you push the farther they will fly away. Seems simple enough, but if you are looking to be his one and only you will end up alone and lonely.
Art comes first and isn't that why I loved you in the first place, hoping perhaps that some of that passion would leak on over to my side of the bed?
You are gentle and sweet and sexy and smart and generally fantastic when you are here.
I wonder if there is a list somewhere generating amount of time spent together before trouble sets in sort of thing, like you can determine if your relationship is going rotten before your very eyes by the amount of time you spend apart. Probably not accurate though I suppose.
I need to slap myself in the face constantly with reality, who the fuck am I to tell you what to do? In my own nihilistic way I get art, I may not be a creator of such but without other peoples art and words and lives where would I be? How can we exist with nothing? We need more than eachother we need creativity and life and conflicts and pain and messiness. A good old fashioned fight and subsequent role in the hay will fix this conundrum.
Oh Jason, why do you disappoint me so? You with your perfect fucking brown twinkle eyes and calm demeanor. It's hard playing second fiddle to a bass (or fiddle for that matter!).
The interesting thing I have learned about having a musician for a partner is that the more you push the farther they will fly away. Seems simple enough, but if you are looking to be his one and only you will end up alone and lonely.
Art comes first and isn't that why I loved you in the first place, hoping perhaps that some of that passion would leak on over to my side of the bed?
You are gentle and sweet and sexy and smart and generally fantastic when you are here.
I wonder if there is a list somewhere generating amount of time spent together before trouble sets in sort of thing, like you can determine if your relationship is going rotten before your very eyes by the amount of time you spend apart. Probably not accurate though I suppose.
I need to slap myself in the face constantly with reality, who the fuck am I to tell you what to do? In my own nihilistic way I get art, I may not be a creator of such but without other peoples art and words and lives where would I be? How can we exist with nothing? We need more than eachother we need creativity and life and conflicts and pain and messiness. A good old fashioned fight and subsequent role in the hay will fix this conundrum.


