Paradise: a place or state of mind?
Picture a tropical thatched roof on a Mexican cantina, laced in the
golden glow of the sun as it sinks into the Sea of Cortez. Inside thumps the
sound of a live rock band, akin to the sound of The Chili Peppers, Incubus and Radiohead.
The cervezas are flowing, everyone is dancing and the world beyond ceases to
exist in this moment… That was Cinco de Mayo in Rocky Point, Mexico with my
band Sunset Voodoo and Something Like Seduction.
Fast forward nine months to now and I’m just getting home from my
part time desk job, trying my best to resist the urge of looting my fridge and unraveling
into a Netflix binge. I grab a small snack and put on some Frank Ocean, letting
the sound waves swirl into the air like the smoke of slow burning incense. I
lean back into my chair, close my eyes and drift off into that Rocky Point
paradise. The band will be down there again before we know it and I’m wondering
how this year is going to top the last. From naked jet skis, to body shots of tequila
chased with nipples and whipped cream, I think we’ve proven that we know how to…
well, get a little strange.
While this is nothing I’m opposed to indulging in once again, I’m starting to wonder how long we can keep this up before we all
have more responsibilities to attend to. Not only this, but how are we
progressing as a band if we keep playing the same gig year after year? On one hand, I
couldn’t be more thankful for the opportunities we have to do the things we
love, but I still feel a desire for more intangible
satisfaction that comes with reaching new heights as an individual and a
professional.
My name is Joey and I’m a 25-year-old independent musician. I’m
right now in the renaissance of my musical career, trying to make the right
decisions. I believe stories are one of the best forms of therapy, not only
to read, but to write as well. This blog is the stream of
consciousness for myself, my dear friend Esteban and other creatives who are inspired and driven towards a dream. Join us for a
drift.
RIVIR.
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