Week 24 - Tom Foolery - She worked in an elevator

I feel like these past few weeks I have been flying pretty close to the sun with social commitments, work, running training, and gigs. I've been noticeably tired, and I have even noticed myself struggling to put my thoughts into words at work and when with friends. It's meant that the weeklybeats have been taking a bit of a backseat (although I'm still getting them done! Just!). Planning to slow down a bit these next few weeks and refresh. This week I spent a bit of time working on the one I submitted under Walter Normand. Please go and listen to it if you have time. I'm quite proud of the synth-work and the drums, although the vocals needed more time. I sat down to quickly write another track before heading out again, but decided it suited this profile more. This piece is a reflection on my grandmother who recently passed away after suffering from dementia for many years, though this piece doesn't do justice to her at all. I wish I had known her better when I had the chance. Otherwise, life has been busy but good. I have seen the following gigs in the last few weeks: - Wednesday (on a Monday strangely enough! Very rowdy crowd! When Karly screamed at the end of Bull Believer it brought tears unexpectedly to my eyes). - Cate Le Bon (very cool, very groovy). - Daniel Avery (a visual and sonic feast, although a very late night for this sleepy guy). - Clipping (UNREAL. How does he know so many words and how can he say them so fast? and the production??? so good. Amazed I finally got to see them). - Iglooghost (very warm room packed with many bodies. Insane electronic sound design. Reminds me of the music I used to desperately want to make - it's funny how we change). Otherwise, I've been looking at trying to move closer to the area of the city my life seems to revolve around. I'm spending a lot time driving back and forth which is wearing me down a bit. HOWEVER, a friend made me a mixtape CD recently, and that has been a lot of fun to listen to in the car. So many interesting tracks I had never heard, and beautifully curated. Choosing where to live is both a rational choice and an emotional choice. I'm a very rational person, and my pull for moving is largely emotional which has got me in a weird sort of spot. I also worry that I'm fantasising about it a bit and it won't be all I have built it up to be. But there's only one way to find out?? when you were younger you worked an elevator the envy of your friends if I'd know I couldn't have asked you about it later I would have asked you then about how often would you say things were going up? how many pounds would it take to weigh your pockets down? when I saw you the next time you didn't know my face take the bark from the ground and back to your place you wouldn't take a bite until there was something on my plate half of what we gave to you you always pushed my way 2026 CC Attribution Noncommercial No Derivative Works (BY-NC-ND)