Sally is actually Sandy

I don't like new years. Along with everything else I have opinions on, my opinion for new years is wet with apathy and cynicism. WET. Just sopping. Anyways, here's some random thoughts about this year, some of them not so soggy.

Jan-April is sort of a black hole of depression in my mind where I remember very few things. I did meet one of my favorite people in MN/world in March-ish(?). Shout out to D-Cat Davis.

In May the sound of jazz pulled me from said black hole and it was glorious.

In June I moved into a house with a bunch of people I didn't know, some of them have since moved out and been replaced by others, but I truly love it here and the people I live with.

July-Spetember is all kind of bland in my brain for some reason. Something neat might have happened, but not neat enough to remember.

In October I got kicked out of a country, met another favorite human who now plays drums in Ancient Mariner, and felt very displaced during a brief visit to CO.

In November the morning didn't roar. I awoke to the sound of nothing.

In December I found out I have been calling one of my regular customers the wrong name since I returned from my month hiatus in October. New Years resolution: figure out how to remember people's names.

Here's one of my favorite songs I heard all year:

That's also probably my favorite album of the year, but I didn't have the money to buy most of the music I wanted to, so who knows what I missed out on?

My favorite non-Tolkien book I read was East Of Eden. It blew my gourd. Thou mayest.

I read the Silmarillion for the first time, not as daunting as I expected, way more beautiful than I thought it would be.

I asked out a total of 2 ladies. Both said yes. I went on zero dates.

I wrote lots of songs, and threw away most of them. Of the ones I kept, most will be part of a full length album I hope to have written by March.

That's my year. Here's to the next one I guess? Tomorrow is just another day.

Gabriel