Thanks. It's one thing to give unsolicited advice about a mat for your sleeping bag, another about a good friend. You seem like an intelligent and capable person, I'm sure if you want or need advice, you'll ask me. Funny...I was talking with a friend the other day about some of the people we know with some serious issues; musicians with that are out there on the edge in terms of dope/drinking/mental health. They all have a wife/girlfriend who's a therapist. Talk about fulfilling a mutual need in one another, right? I think part of what I said reflects my own choices when it comes to musical companions. At this point in my life, music is a both a passion and a refuge, and I want it to be a real positive space; the musicians I've surrounded myself with are really good, self-aware people and decent human beings who aren't controlled by bad habits. That a number of them happen to be serious first-call players with jaw-dropping talent is a plus, but I would avoid them if they had serious issues. Of course, with old friends, it's a different story.
He tries. He doesn't drink anymore, doesn't use drugs that aren't prescribed to him. But he told me once the best part of his day is after he wakes up and before the meds he takes right away kick in, when he can "play" in his mind. It seems like a really hard way to live, having to chemically suppress something that feels normal to you so that you can be part of society, especially considering all the side effects the drugs have. So I try to keep that in mind when he fucks up. Plus, everyone has someone who "knows where the bodies are buried." He's mine. I heard Fat Mike said something stupid at Punk Rock Bowling last weekend, and now Stone Brewing dropped their sponsorship of the Punk in Drublic festivals, which are actually all completely over now except for the camp. I wonder what it means for this weekend...
Thanks. It's one thing to give unsolicited advice about a mat for your sleeping bag, another about a good friend. You seem like an intelligent and capable person, I'm sure if you want or need advice, you'll ask me. Funny...I was talking with a friend the other day about some of the people we know with some serious issues; musicians with that are out there on the edge in terms of dope/drinking/mental health. They all have a wife/girlfriend who's a therapist. Talk about fulfilling a mutual need in one another, right? I think part of what I said reflects my own choices when it comes to musical companions. At this point in my life, music is a both a passion and a refuge, and I want it to be a real positive space; the musicians I've surrounded myself with are really good, self-aware people and decent human beings who aren't controlled by bad habits. That a number of them happen to be serious first-call players with jaw-dropping talent is a plus, but I would avoid them if they had serious issues. Of course, with old friends, it's a different story.
He tries. He doesn't drink anymore, doesn't use drugs that aren't prescribed to him. But he told me once the best part of his day is after he wakes up and before the meds he takes right away kick in, when he can "play" in his mind. It seems like a really hard way to live, having to chemically suppress something that feels normal to you so that you can be part of society, especially considering all the side effects the drugs have. So I try to keep that in mind when he fucks up. Plus, everyone has someone who "knows where the bodies are buried." He's mine. I heard Fat Mike said something stupid at Punk Rock Bowling last weekend, and now Stone Brewing dropped their sponsorship of the Punk in Drublic festivals, which are actually all completely over now except for the camp. I wonder what it means for this weekend...