The PMX Subspace Communication Station
Don't worry
Lest you all think I'm a big baby, let me try to explain something here. I'm a therapist folks. I think and talk about heavy personal existential things all day. It's the sick twisted way my brain now normally functions.
If you ever were a fan of Prosolar Mechanics, or perhaps just a friend or curious onlooker, and if you ever could make out any of our (my) lyrics, you'd realize that all I ever do is ponder the heavy shit about life and especially my own life. I purge the negative through writing and song. I suppose that's what I get for being a goth wannabe in my adolescence. Some habits stick.
Seems like whenever I post one of these poignant blogs about "What does it all mean, am I living right, what's wrong with me?" I understandably get this outpouring of concern from friends and even strangers. It's a beautiful and unanticipated reaction (although at this point, I should expect it). Those of you who wrote to me, thank you thank you a million times. It's so comforting to see humans actually give a damn about one another. It feels good to be in that club.
At the same time, please don't worry - I do this kind of thing for a living. I sometimes use the PMX subcommunication station as my own personal device. I let it all out here. Why?
First of all, the one thing that gets me off more than anything is connecting with the rest of you. When I played music and you got something out of it, I was humbled and thrilled. Contact. So now I write blogs about the same internal shit I wrote music about. When you write to me and say, "Damn I know what you mean..." I get a similarly good feeling.
The second reason? I'm an exhibitionist. Why else would I have ever been in a band?
posted by Amy Jacob
12/13/2005 11:49:00 PM Got something to say about it?Go on then.
