Ray LaMontagne

has the voice of an angel. I could seriously listen to him read the phone book in that raspy, heart wrenching voice. Saw him at the Ryman with Jay last night. It was phenomenal. He's pitch and performance perfect. It was obvious he cared more about the listening experience than asthetics, simply form the stage set up. we mostly only saw his side or back through the show, but he explained that it was so we weren't getting extra noise from the rest of the band through his mic. I'll take it. It was better than Damien Rice. Who was amazing! Show's like this are so intimate; they really leave a mark on you.

The whole day was wonderful actually. We had a blast. Saw an alright western called Apaloosa, ate some german food, then the show. I must admit, our timing is impeccable. We never has to wait long for anything. I'm an exellent planner when I want to be. Too bad I can't apply the same to other facets of my life, like school, or work or something.

I've happened upon some major inner conflict. I'm worried again for the first time in a long while. I've gotten myself into a situation where it is no longer just myself on the line. I miss my old self, the me that was a year and a half ago, the me that was free to do pretty much whatever I wanted. Sometimes I think I should have just stayed on campus. Stayed in PFT. I'd have more money, still be socialable. But it seems i go head first into whatever it is i decide to do, and then I spend a while trying to get my feet back under me. I've really nothing to complain about right now.... it's just that, well, I'm the kind of person that always sees the better in the things I don't have... and then I want them... and try to get them...

i'm nothing but trouble. but being good is no fun.