Despite the very productive and positive initial two months of my stay in Praha, the resultant displacement and depression that followed taught me that I no longer belong there. My primary goal was to relive a portion of my past that, though incredibly fecund with lasting friendships and well-remembered lunacy, in the end, led me down a path of self-destruction.
Since my exile in 2009, I became something very different. Yes, my core of positive cynicism remains, as well as my absurd sense of humour, but the need to create an environment of beautiful chaos receded. Returning to Praha let that dangerous part of my nature grow again and it absolutely ached for the old ways. It craved them. I say it, but what it is is a module of my personality, of my mind. It had receded to a background lull, but living in Praha, and especially alone in Praha, brought it to the foreground.
Praha is no longer my home.
So, what does that mean, exactly?
I suppose I am between homes at the moment, and that is fine for a time. I readjust. The plan to be with my parents for an undetermined amount of time sets a lightness to my mind. I’ve always been very productive creatively there simply because there is little to do. Seminole is the anus of the universe, prdel světě, el culo de la galaxie. There’s nothing to do for me but be bored or be creative. I choose the latter.
Looking back, musically, my time in Prague was fecund, especially during the first three months. I completed two compositions (to be refined, of course) and have good chunks of two others written. The Morning Ambience “series” was very satisfying, and I participated in another Drone Day.
Where, musically, do I go from here? First, complete Kradenc Kopců. That is essential. The first two pieces are mixed and mastered to my liking. The rest I can work on one or two a day upon arrival al culo de la galaxie (after getting Tahr set up, providing it survived the journey in two cargo holds) and have the album to Rob by 10 September at the latest. That’s a good deadline. I also had the idea of taking the best parts of Morning Ambience and two Supercollider + Ukulele experiments and release a pay whatever you want or just suck it down for free experimental album.
Otherwise, practise, work on Lakife lyrics to Fool Fancying Cliches, and sketch out how the next album will snake through its own riddled labyrinth.
