Note To Self

The digital age has killed my attention span. And yours. So I'll keep this brief. I'm gonna rescue my attention span, and watch as the real world and my real desires come back into focus. From now on in everytime I check out a band's song online I'm gonna listen to the whole thing because you know, some people take a lot of pride in writing middle 8s and outros. I'm not gonna check my emails when presented with a couple of inconvenient minutes waiting, queuing, when I'm bored on a bus, when my girl's at the bar. I'm not gonna hang around on Facebook waiting for nothing to happen or wonder why the hell when people eventually reply to my emails they don't actually answer the things I asked them. I'm gonna look out the window and let my mind go, I'm gonna fix a lyric, remember who my favorite painters are, take a breath and trace the air, remember all the things I used to cook, think about the first time she took off her dress, wonder how the hell we evolved to be able to construct these buildings around us, write the first and last line to a book... I'm gonna remember that I'm intelligent and that I'm gonna die and that if I'm gonna be remembered as a great songwriter I better pick up my guitar more often. I'm gonna go listen to a record in it's entirity and think about how cool it is that those tracks are in that order, how amazing it is that a couple of circular vibrating pieces of cardboard attached to magnets inside wooden boxes inject rock'n'roll into my veins and make me wanna grab my girl and give her the attention she deserves. I need to give my mind the attention it deserves. Thanks for listening.