Daughter of the Sun

Daughter of the Sun

Journal

Friday, January 21, 2005

Much has happened since last I wrote a journal entry. For one thing, I've moved. I'm now sharing a flat with ADD. She's a writer and really cool. We're like ships passing in the night. She gets home late at night and leaves early in the morning. By the time I'm up and ready to do my thing, she's already gone, so I can listen to music or watch tv while I get ready to go to the JOB. Most of the time when I get home in the evening, she's not in yet, so I get the place to myself again. She let me read the beginning of a novel she's working on and she's a very talented writer. It's a crime mystery.

I'm on a New Jersey Transit train on my way to Elizabeth, New Jersey. We've just left the tunnel and I'm looking at the sky outside. It's a clear blue cloudless sky and I find it hard to believe that over the next several hours a major snow storm is moving in.

I'm on my way to meet TT. His uncle died and I'm going to the funeral. I hate funerals and try to avoid them whenever possible but I have to go and be supportive. TT's been out there most of the week helping out. They're going to pick me up at the station on the way to the wake, which takes place right before the funeral. I had to leave work early, which I was glad to do, even though I'm not looking forward to the funeral.

I heard from the guys in the rock band. Well, one of them anyway. He said his partner was a bit upset because I said I wasn't crazy about the songs. What he doesn't realize is that I'm usually not crazy about music when I first hear it. When I listened to Jill Scott's first CD, I almost took it back to the store and asked for my money back. Of course after listening to it several times I fell in love with it and played it non-stop for about three weeks straight. "That's the same problem we had with the last girl," he said. "She wasn't crazy about the music." Another thing they don't realize is that I would NEVER sing in a band if I wasn't in love with the music. If that was the case, I would have been happy to do the Columbia Records thing but I hated the material that I wrote for them and the idea of singing those songs over and over again was to me like a foray into Hell.

I suggested that we not make any decisions about anything until we all sat down and talked. He agreed. He was leaving for Europe on the day we spoke and promised to contact me when he returns.

In the meantime, I still have to finish setting up my computer and everything because I had to take everything apart to move. I can't find the screws for the desk, which is slowing down the whole process. However, tonight when I return from New Jersey, I'm going to get into bed early and get a good night's sleep. Then I'm going to go out early Saturday and do some grocery shopping before the snow storm hits, come back home and not leave the apartment again until Monday morning when it's time to go to work. When I emerge on Monday, my space will be fully set up and organized, and I will be ready to get started again working on my music.

Last night I went to the movies to see Ray. Finally. It was a brilliant film. Jamie Foxx was incredible. He definitely deserves to win an award for his performance. I found it inspirational. If Ray Charles, blind and an addict, could make something of his life and his talent, I really have no excuse.After seeing that film, I'm even more determined.

More soon...

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