ending my month of october, i’ve left with a strong sense of direction. My CD collection is growing far too fast- I do not have a proper way of storing any of this shit. I’ve been doing well, thanks for asking. I’ve taken the fall weather in stride. Normally im not a fan of the rain and wind, but this time around its pretty dope to look at all this from my apartment window.
its the nicest place ive lived in by far, and it also ranks as the most “complete” place ive lived in. Im coming up on year 10 in boston, and I’ve had a good share of living situations.
i wonder of the people that have moved in after me; do they go through the same sense of bewilderment upon seeing a new nest for themselves? is it the nicest place that they’ve lived in yet? is it a downgrade? are my standards vastly different than what they see?
my first place was amazing, no matter it’s shortcomings. I was out on my own, still in school. I had fantastic roomates who were all fun to hang around with, for the most part. The room i lived in was about the size of a walk in closet. I could barely fit my twin mattress in. That, combined with my dad’s old dresser and a desk i pulled from the trash at my old job, I had enough room to pull my chair out and sit down to work.
little did i know at the time, the work i made in that rinky-dink apartment would become the seeds for what im currently creating now. wordplay, depression, dementia, scattered thoughts… all of these themes would be just starting to gain traction in my sketchbooks and assignments.
the next place i lived in was where i pushed my musical hobbies to the limit. I managed to persuade my roomates to let me move my drumset into the upstairs living area, and create a practice space for me and my sister. once a week, we practiced for hours with no complaints from anyone. The neighbors sold pills, and wanted no attention. we all still had a great network of friends just floating around after college, and it turned into the party house. We threw shows of all sorts there. It always felt like i was walking into a dream when i’d pass by people and conversations, vignettes of drama, all being suffocated under a heavy blanket of thumping bass and muffled lyrics. It was at that apartment where my sister and i recorded our EP, and I have strong feelings of pride and satisfaction to this day when i put those tracks on.
the next place i lived in felt like a fever dream. it was in bad shape, but it was the first place christina and i were living in together. my roomate and his girlfriend broke up just one month into the lease, and it created such a terrible environment. i was probably the most concerned at that point in our relationship. Shes from way out west, and moving across the country to a shithole with some crazy woman abusing my friend, didnt lead to the best place to get your bearings. we had such high hopes for that place, me and my friend, but it fell through.
after that, i lived in a very small 1 bedroom apartment with christina. we had a blast making it ours, covering almost every square inch with artwork and framed pieces. it had a very cozy atmostphere, especially during the winter months. the only problem was that our couch was too small, and we really didnt have any room to expand any of our hobbies.
where im at now is a goregous pre-war apartment building with this dope-ass elevator. the building is incredibly solid, and I feel like i can stay here for a while- something that i usually don’t do.
i’ll call it for now.
Albums worth checking out in the meantime:
Sleep Well Beast- The National. 2017
Hard Normal Daddy- Squarepusher. 1997
Return to Cookie Mountain- TV On The Radio. 2006