Yesterday I dusted off my bike, literally. It had been languishing in the filthy New York air all summer on the balcony beside a varying array of winning and losing crops. Due to my hip I had been unable to walk without a cane until recently. I took the opportunity of a beautiful day to test my legs in an 18K bike ride. This is not a lot for cycling but it was the first time since fracturing my hip in June that I done some serious exercise. I swam a few times but that was pretty relaxed, low stress stuff. I wanted to break a sweat. About twenty minutes in I could feel which muscles were good and which were in dire need of further activity. Cutting back on the booze and being careful with my diet meant I didn’t blow up as I expected, but I did put back on a lot of the weight I had previously lost. It was this aggressive activity in trying to drop a few pounds that led to my injury in the first place. By the time I arrived in Long Island City I was just in time for a beautiful sunset. I lay on the grass for a little and remembered how much I used to love these solitary trips.
Long Island City Sunset
On my return, I explored some new bike lanes by the water that had been installed over the summer. I admit, I got lost for a minute or two but stumbled across familiar railroad tracks that left me at the Pulaski Bridge. I remembered seeing a brewery below the bridge months ago and decided to pay it a visit. Transmitter Brewery was still open and the staff sat at a large table drinking to what looked like the end of a long day. I bought two beers, one dark for Marisa, one light for me. They brew on location and I’m looking forward to opening it later tonight.
S1 Mahogany Saison
When I got home I collapsed on the couch. I was totally drained and feel I have a long way to go before I can brush off a +20K cycle. It felt good to have my mobility back again though. Hopefully as my hip and legs get stronger I can take in a few more sunsets before the winter sets in.
Last night I got around to recording a demo of a song I wrote for the next Supersmall record. It’s nice to have the home studio up and running again but I had forgotten how much work went into even the simplest of recordings. After a few beers, “Between The Sun And Candlelight” was finished. I’m not sure if i’ll keep the name, sounds a little heavy to be honest. Then again, it was written during a bizarre existential crisis. Reading too much dark literature, overdosing on science documentaries and someone close passing will do that. It’s over now but the song is an interesting snapshot I’ve decided to keep.
Due to office renovations and a nagging hip problem I have been working from home on and off recently. It’s not as much fun as it sounds. Time slows, work piles up and neighbors sometimes scream in foreign tongues outside on the street. I need to rest this hip so it will be the couch, Boards of Canada and this laptop for the next two days.
Supersmall is still on hiatus as a full band (I’m still gigging) until the next record is ready for the studio. Looking back we did go a little crazy on promoting the first one but we loved every minute of it. I think the next time around i’ll have an even better idea in how to promote our music. Daniela’s work schedule has made it almost impossible to play together for the last few months and even snatching a random rehearsal is still rolling a dice. Late July seems to be opening up just in time for me to present the new songs. I look forward to us hashing through the material, drinking whisky and picking out what we want to record as an album.
As the clock strikes midnight tonight, i’ve now been a vegetarian for two weeks. Well, Marisa became a vegetarian which means I am now too. I thought I would give it a go and see how I feel. I was sure that by now i’d have given up and have already wolfed down a cheese burger at The Neptune Diner but I honestly don’t miss it at all. If anything, it’s made me more attentive to the food that I eat. There really isn’t a good selection of vegetarian food out there that’s quick and easy. I find myself planning my meals a little better and making sure i’m getting all the nourishment that I need. I’ve even read some of those blogs by angry outdoorsy folk that try to convince you that seaweed will make you happy and fix all the broken things inside your soul, or something. They’re quite awful actually, both the people and their recipes. I end up just eating a little more of what I love that didn’t contain meat. Have you ever eaten delicious left over Indian or Chinese food only to remember that you’d drunkenly eaten all the chicken in it the night before, but you eat it anyway and it’s still good? That’s what being a vegetarian feels like, lacking but acceptable. It’s like making love to the woman of your dreams while in the back of your head you know that she never got over her Ex. This feeling is also known as “Wholewheat”, “Beans”, “Newsletter”, “Conference Call” and “Candle Shop staffed by volunteers”. It will take time i’m sure, but I can’t deny that I feel better.
Yesterday I was asked what color I thought the office should be and I said ‘Blue’, my favorite color. When I arrived at work today it was painted blue. I feel like Alexander The Great.
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