Into Dust in General

Mazzy Star, always the masters of melancholy.

Well.

I suppose we could call this the bleak mid-winter, but that is a Christmas song, and I personally think of “The Bleak Mid Winter” as being February. Still, it is gray all the time. The roads look like Satan has incontinence.

It’s been a long time in the works but I started putting together my home studio. Meaning I started buying stuff.
I have a boom, a condenser microphone with pop filter, a computer interface, tons on cables, a 36” monitor. Just not the money to buy the: Lenovo - 510A-15ICB Desktop - Intel Core i3 - 8GB Memory - 1TB Hard Drive – Black from best Buy. Six hunnert bucks I don’t have.

Seriously considering borrowing from my car savings to finish up the studio. I’ll get an easy grand back when I file my tax return. Tower, acoustic tiles. Desk. I am being very methodical on this one, spending only what I have.

Then get to work. Practice, practice, practice and get to submitting auditions.

Narrating audiobooks is a growth industry, and once into battle rhythm the pay is reasonable. Not as exciting as flying. But a man has to do what a man has to do.

Still falling, breathless and on again
Inside today, beside me today
Around, broken in two
Till your eyes shed into dust
Like two strangers turning into dust
Till my hand shook with the weight of fear

I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate

It was you, breathless and torn
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers turning into dust
Turning into dust

-Mazzy Star, Into Dust