TAYLOR ROSS™|MUSIC

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Composed for 3 hours
Got the climax and the ending sorted out to my flute solo,
at 3:48 seconds long it still needs some of the build up to the climax extended so I'm hoping I can get it to about 4:30 by the time it's done.

No exercise, no yoga, no practice.
Didn't run because I was getting some consistent pain and I didn't want it to progress to shin splints.
From zero to 3-4 miles 3 times a week for 3 weeks is a bit much.
I love it.
But I'm falling off hard.
Went to a meeting at The BIBS.
Good Meditation.
Came home.
Had a craving,
Eventually caved.
Fucking Pizza
So I did the dishes and went.

And on my way I realized it was more effort to go chasing the dopamine than it was to accept where I was at the time and commit to the practice of awareness and acceptance. I also realized that with the time spent seeking this stupid solution to a made up desire that was more my biology's than it was my mind's, that I could have ran around the block for a half hour and gotten a run in, came home and ate a healthy meal and done a round of yoga. And to top it off, while driving I had time think about how much I despised the intricacy and the amount of sway that the stock reward circuitry has on humanoid meat robots. 

It's a strange mix of sadness and hatred I feel when I look into home after home and see people in front of a t.v. Blue Team or Red Team, but always the same talking head. 

And now I'm Fat Taylor sitting cross legged on the floor watching Guy Ritchie's The Gentlemen, fucking masterpiece.
That started with listening to scores for my man Rusty Rehl's new feature film.
This is the first movie I've watched in probably six months.
Falling off hard.

But I composed today, and that's number 1.

Gotta be more.