Today, not only did I discontinue the Clarko SMS Newsletter in favour of decaffeinated.org, since 160 characters is pure torture, but I also severed ties with the band.
That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy playing with Jimmy, Lee and Burg; but my complete lack of committment and my growing distaste for our music was starting to crush everyone’s spirits. It was, at first, extremely exciting. Working with talented musicians, writing songs of a style that I’d never worked with before, making sure every teeny-tiny detail of the music was perfect before moving on, it was great. It just didn’t stay that way though — I loved our first few songs, but then we started evolving into some kind of Incubus/Silverchair hybrid. The other guys like Incubus and Silverchair, so they don’t have a problem with that, but I’m not “that way inclined,” and this is the result. All in all, I had a good time playing with them, and I wish them good luck.
On the home front, not much has been happening. I saw the girl last night — which is once again becoming a rare thing in the midst of our tertiary educations. Every now and then she’d start to tell me about how exciting her week was, before realising that I’d already read it in her weblog. Amusing indeed. Pretty soon we’ll have nothing to talk about.
Caught up with Milena yesterday, after about a year. Somewhere between her losing her phone and me crashing my car we completely lost touch... which is sad in a way. Not so sad that I might start crying though.