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  <title>Drunken Owls and Other Delights</title>
  <subtitle>Who am I, and what have I done with me?</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>jon_chaisson</name>
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  <updated>2017-05-01T21:12:51Z</updated>
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    <title>Through Fields of Joy</title>
    <published>2017-05-01T21:12:51Z</published>
    <updated>2017-05-01T21:12:51Z</updated>
    <category term="1991"/>
    <category term="mtl"/>
    <category term="writing soundtracks"/>
    <dw:music>Lenny Kravitz, 'Mama Said'</dw:music>
    <dw:mood>creative</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">I've been listening to stuff from 1991 all morning and am currently on Lenny Kravitz's &lt;em&gt;Mama Said&lt;/em&gt; album from April of that year.&amp;nbsp; I've never been the biggest LK&amp;nbsp;fan, but this particular album resonates with me.&amp;nbsp; I think it's because it's such a spot-on homage to 60s British psychedelia.&amp;nbsp; It's also that it was released during my sophomore year in college, which I think is probably when&amp;nbsp;I was happiest during my college years. &amp;nbsp;Sure, I still had moments of being a miserable twat and still a bit of a naive idiot, but I'd also finally found a close and stable circle of friends (only two of whom I still have contact with at this time, but I&amp;nbsp;digress...).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this optimism was because I'd really gotten sick of being that moody bastard that felt sorry for himself.&amp;nbsp; My long-distance relationship was kind of rocky at the time, very on-again off-again, and I'd gotten so exhausted by being the living embodiment of a Cure song that I needed to rectify that.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;was bored by the unrelenting pathos of my writing, and I was REALLY bored by my own irascibility, and I&amp;nbsp;need a change, STAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of that new energy was channeled into new writing projects.&amp;nbsp; The Infamous War&amp;nbsp;Novel was set by the wayside for the time being so I&amp;nbsp;could focus more on songwriting, practicing on my bass (and a dorm neighbor's acoustic guitar), smaller creative endeavors (mainly my&amp;nbsp;Murph drawings and a hell of a lot of maps drawn in the margins of my notebooks), and my creative homework.&amp;nbsp; I was finally taking a few film production and writing classes, and though I would soon realize I was a better wielder of words than cameras, it was a blast to finally be experimenting with the visual medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and starting the summer of 1991, I'd stay in Boston instead of heading back home.&amp;nbsp; I'd be broke as fuck most of the time, but I still had my music and my writing!&amp;nbsp; And a really enjoyable day job at the school library that would keep me busy and entertained until I&amp;nbsp;graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mood I'll be trying to mine while writing &lt;em&gt;Meet the Lidwells&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;hope I&amp;nbsp;can pull it off!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=jon_chaisson&amp;ditemid=916940" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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