The pursuit of happiness

I have time to write because it's a FREAKING holiday and I'm so excited not to go to work tomorrow! Also, it will keep me from killing the people next to me. The conversation in the coffee shop is driving me crazy. I mean I know this is Silicon Valley, but can't you take a break from talking about your Apple product for just 1 day?

Music and art are going to be a bigger part of next year. This is a self-declaration and, I hope, a prophecy. I just posted to Craigslist looking for a band. I'm motivated by doing things *with* people more than with just myself. With my free time I've just been listening to a lot of music, trying to find what's good out there, watching lots of music videos. Either I'm really picky or there's a lot of crap out there.

I've fallen in love with Death Cab for Cutie though. There is almost no song I don't like. And it has substance to it. That kind of consistent quality and substance is what I'm looking for.

I need music. People need music. I don't know why, but they need it. I was talking with an artist the day before yesterday and she was saying the same thing about art. She was trying to figure out a way turn her art into a business. Usually creative types aren't the best business people. Except for maybe me. I mean every industry is different, but I think I can apply what I've learned to make myself successful in this area. For the kind of music I want to make, there doesn't seem to be much competition out there. It's like everyone is asleep. The American music culture feels mostly dead. I want to raise it up.

All this stuff intertwines with a lot of stuff going on in my mind lately. I'm looking for my place, my purpose. I think I'm a bard. There is nothing I feel as confident about as when I'm writing or performing music. And I think I've only discovered about 20% of my potential.