Recently I rediscovered my mom's twelve-string guitar and I love it. It's a lot harder to hold down the strings especially for bar chords, but the sound it produces makes me delirious. And to top it off, it's the first acoustic guitar which I have regular access to that has a working strap. I mean, I could stand, holding that guitar and only playing an A minor chord for twenty minutes and I'd be completely consumed in it.
So tonight I was watching t.v. with my mom and I shut my eyes. Then it was weird, because I started snoring, but I was awake and knew what was going on. My mom told me to go to bed, but in protest, I told her how I wasn't asleep and described all that had happened. However, just as I was talking, my dad (who was sitting next to me) started snoring very loudly. And then it hit me that I am someday going to become my dad. It may just be a slight snore or an brief experiment in public spandex-wearing, but someday the process will be complete. I guess it won't be so bad....for me. I just feel sorry for my future family. They're going to have to put up with me eating creamy peanut by the gigantic spoonful, my not being able to understand or not yell at the latest technology, my crazy world-island theories (my dad's actually make some sense to me. Scary), as well as countless unmentionable quirks.
But enough sentimentality, or um, what's the opposite of that? Uhh, hypersentimentality, that's it. Anyway, my brother dave and I are in the process of making a sweet album. We've recorded a bunch of songs and I think they're pretty good. Well, actually most of them are just me on the guitar and him singing about poop, or how much he hates me, or how I should eat my own poop etc. The latest song we recorded was one where he thought it would be a good idea to do a book on tape, but to sing it. Looking around my room, he found the book After the First Death (sorry, I don't know how to underline it) by Robert Cormier. He happened to turn to a page where the first line read, "Kate's thighs were chafed and irritated." He then proceeded to sing that line over and over again until I recorded it. The problem is that when I read that book, I always hear my brother's high and screeching voice instead of my boring monotonic droning voice which I would expect. Yeah, the album is gonna be awesome.
Well, I guess nothing else is worth writing from the Kopf of Karlsven. Now to reminisce about my burning love for Gretchen.
slowly Gretchen, in the wind...