Notes from the road : : Day 1
Europe. Something is great about this place. It might be simply that I haven’t been here at any one time long enough to realize it just like every other place in this universe, or otherwise, maybe that’s just it- another place in time.
Traveling is one of my favourite things to do. It seems to provide a great opportunity for my two favourite things: exploring and creating. Hours on a plane, layovers, buses, hurry-up-and-wait. Half of traveling is waiting, for transportation, itineraries, and while in transit; these just happen to be my favourite moments to write. The world around me isn’t waiting for anything more than an arrival. Everything is up in the air until that time when we reach our destination and until then, possibilities and potential take advantage of the silence of manifest and make themselves heard, and I listen.
The paired side of this traveling coin of course is the arrival of whatever it is we’re awaiting - a destination, an event, more transit -and that just leads to more new experiences, more exploring, more inspiration.
There are a lot of reasons for writing this particular journal. Currently, I’m writing between rendering video files for a new Project video. More waiting : : more opportunity to be creative.
I am at present on a plane somewhere between Montréal and Paris, much closer to Paris at this point, but when all there is below you is ocean, I’m not sure it much matters. Touring with the Devin Townsend Project for the next 18 days is something I’ve been long anticipating, both explicitly and just in general: touring- right now the only thing better that comes to mind is space travel. Anyone have a ticket to MIR?
Over the next 2-point-something weeks I’ll be acting somewhere along the lines of drum tech, stage monitor engineer, live recording engineer and alien from the fourth dimension hellbent on finding the ultimate cup of coffee and destroying every planet that comes up short. Though the work never really stops (here’s hoping it never does), there will always be the forced moments of potential, when the world turns off except for the passing by of whatever crosses a window, and in the case of airplanes, I might as well be in a sense-deprivation tank. Dim blue lights, 200 sleeping bodies, the all-encompassing sound of ventilation and pen.
er, laptop.
…and Final Cut Pro. Damn these Planet Earth cuts look brilliant. You know there’s something missing in your life when you go out and buy a dvd to experience the world. And by something I mean everything.
The video is looking great. We land in an hour; it will be 8:30am in Paris and I will have been up for 19 hours, having slept about 3 hours the night before, and looking at a full day ahead of me. Couldn’t be more excited!
Next stop, Clisson, France.
p.s. The lights in the fuselage have slow changed from near-darkness with a tinge of blue, to rose. I guess the ’sun’ is coming up 