First, a recap of this summer; the 2007 whirlwind tour of west coast weddings. From wine country to LA to multiple trips to Seattle and throw in a family reunion in Idaho for good measure, this was a busy one. The sad fact is that I live in Pasadena, and not once made it to the beach this summer, between all my trips and moving into the new studio, I was just tired when I wasn’t busy, I just veg’d out. I won’t complain, this was an excellent summer–I am just glad that it’s over because I am ready to begin the next chapter.

Now, the title of this little blog. I had a little mishap on the family reunion that was in early July. Those who know me know that I am tall, and as a result have a high center of gravity, and as a result have never really excelled at activities that require keeping my balance. That hasn’t stopped me from trying however, and I have achieved a bit of success at some of these events, the unfortunate price I often pay for success though is injury. I hurt my ankle wakeboarding, or falling, most likely the falling this summer in Idaho that has determined the fate of a great many things.

I don’t want to whine, but I have mentioned earlier how I have determined through experience that my creative self is directly tied to the state of my body. I do not claim to be a hardbody, nor do I actively seek out instances where I endeavor to take my shirt off, God determined when he built me that I would be a shirt on type of person unless I dedicate my life to the gym and chicken breasts. I like beer. However, when healthy I do spend a few hours a week at the gym to keep my head clear, and while my ankle hasn’t prohibited me from hitting the weights, it has from doing my ultimate head clearing excersize: spinning.

I can attribute my last album to spinning and the exhaustion which causes a renewing of the mind that follows every properly attacked class. I need to purge the noise before my head can make music. The result of my inability to do this has been a few very frustrating weeks. My physical therapist has yet to clear me, but I am about to defy him to get back to being productive in the lab. It’s odd, but I don’t understand how an artist can be fat, maybe one can find creativity through diabetes, I am just not one of them.

The ankle will heal and I will get back to it, in the meantime I need to find a way to purge the noise that accumulates between my sessions in the studio. If not, I guess I just need to start renting it out.