Journal

 * My mind has been so compartmentalized lately. Dividing my brain for all my thoughts is exhausting. Keeping everything separate: my music project from my painting project, prospective video concepts from prospective writing concepts, the various future endeavors and the various future bills I will undoubtedly incur. I’m sick of keeping it all separated. I’m just gonna brand it all the same from now on. Hi I’m Zaccy & I make Art. I’m tired of my mind feeling like a puzzle. I thought maybe by keeping everything separated it would somehow be more organized. …But it really just slowed me down and overwhelmed me. I guess while I kept it all divided it was like “Oh fuck, man, I’ve got lyrics to write and an album to...

*Did you know that was even a word? I didn’t, I was looking up random synonyms for, well, ‘Random’. Anyways, it’s approximately 9:15p.m. and my roommates are asleep; one of them works at 4a.m. but I am wide awake. This entry isn’t about anything in particular, so if you are so inclined to continue reading: Hello, I’m Prince Zaccy. Welcome to my magical evening adventure of nothingness. I’ve got so many projects I’m working on and conceptualizing, some people might (or might not) be surprised I have for some time now been flirting with the idea of writing a book. I know that is probably the last commitment I need to make right now, and of course I wouldn’t begin to know where to start; though, it does sound...

*The album is slowly coming together, and I’m happy to say it’s quite cohesive. I wouldn’t go so far as to call it a ‘concept-album’. But I will say that the tracks do flow together quite nicely. It’s actually a really good thing too because the songs are so scattered, about different people and situations, that I had been worried it wouldn’t easily hold up as a single piece of work. But, somehow it’s all fallen into place. There are 5 demos (fully done with lyrics and instrumental) and 2 other tracks (that are yet to have lyrics) which I know for certain will be on the album. I know I’ve been a bit distant with everyone lately and I thought it would be proper to share some comments about the...

*For a long time I’ve felt really odd. For the first time in a long time I feel like I can breathe. I’m alive again. I’ve moved into the new room I am renting, and I have to say, it is so quiet here. It’s not a bad thing, but not something I am used to. Change takes a bit for me to get used to, but I’ve become comfortable with the silence (for the most part) and adopted a new sleep patern: Wake up at 8am and be ready for bed at 9pm. I usually stay up wanking and txting, and in the morning I have coffee like every other 20-something year old should. I am at peace in my new, temporary, dwelling. Though, I do admit, I get lonely. I suppose that’s something I’ll never get used to.   I tweeted Amanda Palmer and told her I...

I can't express how excited, and somewhat terrified, I am.