Coffee, Tea, or Orange Mango Banana Vivanno with 3 scoops of Matcha? New York Times...Newspapers are dying...will I be fine with an e-book version? Are newspapers going the way of prostition? Internet porn is expanding and growing far more than old-fashioned "ladies-of-the-night" because it's cleaner and cheaper. I mean an old fashioned leather "book" or such is ALWAYS the best choice...but who buys them anymore? Roberto Bolano...he fucking rocks. I've gotta work on those Greg Friedman bass parts for the show...I don't want to suck. I need to re-listen to that instrumental song I made for Teresa Gunn yesterday...I don't want it to suck. I need to shave. The Devil was in my dreams last night...but I don't believe in the Devil. Or do I? No...I don't. Or do I? To be continued... I have five songs finished for my love song album "Paper Sun"...I need 5 more. I need to write 4 more songs for my drum machine inspired "Los Feliz" EP. Fuck...I'm getting old. My shoulder is fucking killing me...damn rotator cuff! I need to call back Jim at the Transendental Meditation Center. I want some oatmeal. I need to call my friend Fred Van Vactor...his album is finally coming out. Yay! I should Skype Steve too...the bastard. You gotta love the bastard. Wait I'm seven hours ahead of him minus 24 hours. Zorba...get off me...I'll feed you in minute! Hell...I'll feed you now...It's time to get up. What am I gonna write on my blog?
The Black Forest
Random blaghness...
Jamaican Voodoo Priestesses Before Tea...
In my dream I'm trying to fix my electrical system in my 99 year old house by using a Jamaican Voodoo Priestess. While she was walking about the house doing her thing my dog walked by and his skin was hanging on his bones like a blanket. Underneath the blanket I looked and sure enough, ALL BONES. He was happy and when he saw me looking under his skin he licked me, wagged his tail and walked away. I got into my truck to go to the store and every car I encountered attempted to deter me from my path. Not letting the bastards stop me, I got to the store with some stunt car driving a la "Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry"...
So....now that I'm back home, my lucidity is not silent. I have a piping cup of Welsh tea which I fondly call it my "hot steaming cup of Tom Jones". *laughing* No homophobia runs through these bones! That is as long as every guy keeps their damn dirty hands off me, you damn dirty apes! *really laughing* After my moment with Tom, it's off to work. I must come up with a repetitive musical motif in A minor that will be repeated for three and a half minutes so my client can sing over it...yep....back to the salt mines...
Holy Rattlesnakes Down Around Your Feet...
My alarm goes off and it's set on radio and NPR. RATTLESNAKES!!!! That's the subject that is being discussed. Myths, legends and "what to do if" scenarios. When I think of rattlesnakes I think of Neutral Milk Hotel's song "The King of Carrot Flowers Part 1"...singing "When you were young you were the King of carrot flowers, and how you built a tower tumbling through the trees, in holy rattlesnakes that fell all round your feet...." I also think of all the Westerns I've watched with horses being bit by rattlesnakes and bucking off the the rider as they fall to the ground and hit their head on a rock. Talk about an over used theme! *laughing* But I suppose cliche' has it's reasons and it's power, just like ritual....completely predictable and it is in that predictability that sets the mind to relax and then wander and then race and then....RATTLESNAKE!!!
Dreaming...
I am dreaming again...for a long time I could not remember dreaming of any kind...until today. I know. Everyone dreams. Apparently 100 minutes a night for an adult. Hmmm...sounds like a song, movie, or book. A newborn can dream as much as 8 hours! Now you're talking! 8 hour dreams! Well....maybe not. *laughing* That equates to saying having 8 hours of sex. Yes, the thought of it sounds wonderful, but in reality it would be grueling, exhausting and hell you could damage something! *really laughing* So no, never mind about about the 8 hours of dreaming...a 100 minutes sounds just fine...
The shot has been fired...
Yessiree...it has begun. A light beginning...but a beginning just the same!
*smile*