...went down today. I've always been something of a packrat. Per the advice of Jo and Ryan (who has been telling me this for going on around 8 years now), I purged myself of all the shit in there I just plain don't need/use. the net result was probably about 10 garbage bags of clothes and random shit. Prior to today I was thinking I'd eventually make it to Goodwill or something, but today I came to the inevitable conclusion that I would never actually get around to doing that. So fuck it...to the trash chute they go. Tons of old books I don't ever read, odd bank shit from accounts that have long been closed among other things. I even threw away my old music tower (since Roxbox is well over 10x as powerful and has all pertinent shit on it), but Drew salvaged it and is busy installing Linux on it, for the sheer geek factor of it (who wouldn't want an old tower with an Iomega Zip drive...yeah remember those?). It was taking up space for me ever since I stopped making music on it which was nearly 3 years ago. He also informed me that one of the drives contained a young guns DVD, which I know I've purchased at least 3 times since I powered that rig down thinking it was lost. Nifty...
Along with the massive clean, I dug out all my old school t-shirts and organized them as if I worked at the Gap. So now everything is all sorted and organized. How 'bout that!
The net result of which is that I have an actual organized and clean closet for the first time in my adult life. It's quite nice. I feel like some huge burden has been lifted. Probably sometime this weekend, I'm going to attack all the shit under the bed.
Man...its nice not being 'cluttered'.
Good practice (swimming) tonight, save for the fact it was an IM night and somewhat crowded, which makes it near impossible to get solid fly in due to the waves and multiple people in lanes. It was cool that a lot of the people from the party (one guy's b-day was sat) made it out...and even nicer to know I was far less hungover than they were. Nevertheless, I'm laying here with that super nice ''beat with a sack of quarters' weariness.
I'm finally really coming around to Jason Isbell's solo album Sirens of the Ditch. Not that I ever disliked it, but now it is in constant rotation. It's a grower for sure. This dude is just the business for pure American songwriting talent. 'Hurricane and Hand Grenades' and 'Grown' could very well become blues/folk standards. I love everything he did in Drive-by Truckers, and this is a much lighter pop outing, but fuck...it rocks. You'll wanna pick this one up if you appreciate songwriting and lyrics that don't suck. Also available on itunes if the signed copy doesn't win your fancy.