the third Monday of aabaraki’s stay on the island of St. Barths. it marks the beginning of our third and final week. six more gigs (now five, actually) til completion. its a strange thing to be here so long. to work each night. the same material. same venue. same times. you really begin to play like a quartet of one mind and less like a group of four people.
it is remarkable, awe-inspiring, and ultimately: exhausting. but after the gig is done, even though you’re brain-splittingly tired, its nearly impossible to just go to bed. and so, at 4am here i am still wired up. about to force myself to lie down. and read.
and maybe a little void will open up in my mind and occlude all the outside world for brief time. i’m no big fan of sleep, but that sounds really delicious to me right now.
and so: i’m off to make my fortune, quite literally, in my dreams.