Since Last We Spoke...

Real strange how we fall back into old habits; Positive ones.
I found myself thumbing through records again and felt that large part of me come back.
I could even close my eyes and smell the mix or pine-sol floors, old records and the faint smell or fresh rain pushing its way through the front door.

It's a far throw from the instant itunes that we have all become accustomed too.
I don't really hold on to the moments when i pressed "download now".

Also how i felt during those times.
To be honest, i really don't like the feeling.
For some reason loneliness and creativity seem to share the seat with me.

I guess you can chalk it up to the infinite good with the bad scenario.

Anyway, shits progress...
I feel its physically apparent this time around.