December 18, 2005

• Take a look at MATT NATHANSON’S latest journal entry:  I love him.

  
  

   

  
  

  12.18.05
  home, sf
  ‘my life is brilliant…’
  
  what’s up my peeps!
  
  i, once again, have been neglecting you.
  i assure you that it was not personal…
  truth be told, i’ve recently realized that i have a real talent
  for using up endless amounts of time doing everything
  but what i need to be doing
  and i’ve decided it’s essential that i focus energy
  on cultivating this talent, for fear that it will atrophy.
  there has already been an incredible upside…
  i’ve become a master of many exciting things like:
  
  vacuuming
  caulking the bathtub
  walking around san francisco for hours
  reading music news online
  buying things
  playing tony hawk.
  
  and on the even brighter side, i’ve also been tapping
  into talents of mine that have long been dormant and
  that i thought, for all intents and purposes, had gone.
  here are a few examples:
  
  the art of focusing on something so hard that i fall asleep
  eating only cereal at every meal
  and finally,
  staying in bed from the time it gets light, until it gets dark again.
  
  some of these bad boys haven’t been around since college..
  so you can just imagine my euphoria.
  
  i do have lyrics to write. songs that aren’t finished.
  lyrics that haven’t been finished since the songs were finished
  last spring.
  it’s starting to sort of haunt me, really.
  give me bad dreams.
  but what are you gonna do.
  having the same bad dream every night about realizing
  i have lost all my hair isn’t that bad..
  i mean, i get to wake up everyday & appreciate that i’m not really bald.
  that’s a plus…
  and it sure beats the usual one where i am still in college and
  haven’t been to class or done an assignment all semester
  and i realize that i am still getting a grade.
  
  we go back into the studio in los angeles in jan. to finish guitars
  and, i hope, to sing.
  but, without lyrics, i’m afraid i might be fucked.
  good news is, the lyrics do always come.
  bad news is, it could take years.
  maybe i’ll just call james blunt up and ask him how it is that
  he writes such fucking transcendently amazing lines like:
  
  “Yeah, she caught my eye,
  As we walked on by.
  She could see from my face that I was,
  Fucking high,
  And I don’t think that I’ll see her again,
  But we shared a moment that will last till the end”
  
  um, y.u.c.k.
  playschools ‘my first song’ contest winner?
  and i know it seems catty of me to shit on someone who is
  more successful than me and in the same general field
  but really, you have to believe me, i was rooting for the guy.
  i root for all my sensitive male singer songwriter brethren.
  but fucking seriously, this song eats the cock.
  and the fact that it is catching on, makes me sad.
  i truly believe that every time a base, shit, underachieving song
  like this one becomes successful, it just lowers the bar for all
  and everybody lowers their collective expectations
  so more terrible songs can slip through
  and the cycle continues and, spirals further downward.
  i guess it just pushes us even closer to a need for some
  real, genuine greatness again.
  i am keeping my fingers crossed.
  
  but should you really be listening to someone who is
  still in his underwear at 4:30 in the afternoon,
  eating cereal and watching ‘monk’?
  
  you’re beautiful, it’s true,
  matt

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