My weekends are a pretext for memories, budding nostalgia sets in before Sunday is over. Secondary goals, unappreciated seconds, a constant reminder: I might be getting old. I can be described with generalities despite my daydreams, average joe doldrums, post vacation prevarications, conditioning the absurd.
I am descending into distraction, adopting a proclivity towards nothing, prolificness fading. Given into mental prostration. I might be frustrated if I really cared. A simple clever trick, disillusioned and over used.
Repurpose minor frustrations as inspiration. I can't help but cringe, self disappointment hinged on binge drinking and bedtimes.
Recorded in quarantine, the latest from Blues Lawyer hits the indie pop/post-punk sweet spot, and will be out on 5x7 flexi in August. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2021