The Black Forest

Random blaghness...

I' ve Got Mono...

 

Yes...it is true. I've got mono. Monophonic memories of sound. Here I am, an artist for 25 years and when I close my eyes and listen to my favorite songs...nothing but mono. Even the Kinks mono recordings mixed for stereo are mono.

When I dream...I remember color...sometimes...sometimes...hell I don't know...maybe black and white...I am into the story not the window dressing. Hell, I even forget the story most of the time.

All this sensory input. There is nothing more addicting, but we end up throwing most of it away. Melodies, sounds, and imagery distort as our memories do. Softdrive minds.

Wash away...wash away. Baptism of watercolors. Some sins float off the page, others forever indelibly stained no matter the redemption or the penance paid. We have no control of the water but we do of the strokes of color.

I love it. I love that my softdrive mind won't call bullshit on me when I remember of a time and place that hit me like a crush of love and perfection, but perhaps really was just nnnnoooottt quuuiiitte iiiiitttt.

Perfection exists in our memories, and in our feelings...until they change into a newer found perfection...and until a newer...

I mean really, who wants a Google search of our memories? Every second of detail that never fades, always calling it like it was, romanticism gone, artistic license and creative happenstance gone.

Yep. Give me mono. Give me black and white. Give me the not-even-close play by play of life for me to mold in my own not-for-the-faint-of-heart fairy tale.

You might say this is a lie. Hardrive truth is the way. I say fuck that noise. I say softdrive truth fucking rules...just like lighthouses rule.

Impermanence.

I say what I feel and my forever changing perception matters most, not the 00110011100's. I've got mono and I like it.

 

 

 

Bear With Me...

 

Going where the energy is...easy, yet hard to do sometimes. The energy right now is in engineering and producing some really cool artists. So be it. I love doing it. It is one of my "callings". Of course in so doing, my own music must wait...bide it's time...for attack. A sneak attack, lunging from above the trees...like flying bears do. You know...kinda like those squirrels, but bears instead. Yea...ummm...anyway. Energy. I am drawn to it. I will set myself on fire for it...and have. So please bare with me...I will be getting some more music out there when the time and the energy flows back direction. Until then, check out my new old song on the "Orphans" page..."Yellow Sun".

I am thinking if you and of which limb I will spring from upon you while you are having a really tasty picnic.

 

 

Three Hours of Sleep and My Self Phone...

Running on three hours of sleep today. All for a cause...a show benefit for cancer, for a good man/friend lost John Kuhlken. Bands that he used to be in back in 1994. It was a wonderful reunion for many last night. My bass player from a cover band I was in back in the 80's was there...Francisco Ciriza. About every 10 years we see each other...and every 10 years we say let's get together soon. This time we mean it! *laughing* Also made new friendships...Joe, Julie, Amy, Tony....well I already knew Tony...but I wanted to include him anyway...ahhhh...the magic of music and alcoholic libations when put in a pressure cooker called a rock club.

I went with Steve Poltz...and it's always an adventure (no...I'm not telling...) with Steve and a late, late food grab to finish the evening. Mmmmm....2am diner food. Sliders and fries....you can't go wrong. Well...you can if it was at White Castle or the Southern version called Krystal..but this was the Studio Diner.

That was last night. Today...a bit of a price paid for 5 hour rock shows, Black Sheep English Ale, 2am sliders, hour drive home, another hour until sleep and three hours until the sun and heat wake you up from a slippery slumber.

Nothing.

Nothing will I do today.

Except play with my Self Phone.

Tweet. Facebook. Take stupid self portrait photos with my Self-Phone photo app. A wasted day. Thank God. I needed a wasted day and I have one. Unfortunately you have to read this trifling. Well...that's what you get! Are you still here?

That's what Ferris Bueller asked us at the end of the movie when all the credits were done.

"Are you still here? It's over. Go home. Go." 

Sent from the Black Forest...