November 11, 2009

Today I watched True Life: I’m moving to New York City. I hate New York City. Everyone here has a dream. Everyone here is good at something or on their way to being good at something. Cory’s band, Sketchnote is so sick. I have no doubt in my mind that some label will snatch them right up eventually. Cory’s also really good at PR. He knows everybody who is everybody (at least in the underground scene.) He’s good friends with Zach’s who is a member of Team Blackout. They record in the CCNY studios together sometimes. Kristen’s auditioning to be the drummer for Communication Corporation. Carolyn’s at NYU working her ass off for a degree in journalism. She knows she’s going to Columbia for grad school; and with an education like that she’ll probably buy out the NY Times eventually. Michelle’s sort of in limbo with her photography but what great artist didn’t go through that phase? She’s good, too. I know she’ll end up doing something awesome. Michelle also knows half of Brooklyn and 90% of Westchester. She’ll be fine. I always bump into the mariachi band on the 1 train. They play so beautifully. On the platform of the 4,5 and 6 trains there is a 12 year old boy who can play the meanest Flight of the Bumblebee I’ve ever heard on a crappy Casio keyboard. Dude in Central Park beat-boxes as he plays the flute. The cats in Union Square got b-boying down to a science. Everyone here knows their goals. Everyone here has their eye on the prize, sees the light at the end of the tunnel. Even if they don’t all make it, at least they tried. Me? I don’t feel like I’ve tried anything. I don’t feel like I know what I want. I’m not a writer. I don’t understand grammar. Akku is a writer. He carries a tiny black notebook with him wherever he goes.