I Am A Hooker With A Heart Of Gold...

​I hate this. Trolling the streets of music blogs showing my tits and ass in hopes to land a trick. So...I don't. Well, I do but poorly. I don't wear any slutty outfits, and don't make gestures of what I will do when I get my legs wrapped around them. Hell, I don't even dress up. Most would pass me by, not knowing I was a song whore.

My pimp, me, always kicks my ass when I get back from the streets. No Johns. No money. Just less rubber on my sneakers and jonesed-out on triple espresso ristrettos​.  My whore hymen is intact, but I have a black eye to show for it. One of these days I am gonna fight back and hit my pimp (me) square in the eye.  Oops. Done that already.

Galaxies In Your Pants...

​July 31st! "Galaxies With Long Yellow Curtains" is available everywhere that there is a computer or phone that sucks up music files and spits them in your ear!!!!!

​Eleven songs, because I like the number eleven. The album cover was taken by me with my phone looking out through my bedroom curtains, my window and out to the horizon. You have all been in my bedroom now, seeing a galaxy or two or a hand full of them, and taking what you want and putting them in your pocket. Let them out a few times a day and give them sun and water to grow, then stick them back into the darkness of your jeans....

A Sparkler...

It is the Fourth of July...finishing up my next album "Galaxies With Long Yellow Curtains" today. It will be released later this month. I am waiting on the artwork by Frank Lee Drennen, then I will fling it into the sonic abyss known as digital distribution. I will not be pressing tangible copies because few buy them for the cost it takes to make them. With no tour eminent, it just doesn't makes sense to spend thousands of dollars. I hope you will understand. For anyone who truly wants a CD, you can contact me directly and I will send you a CD-R. The times are a-changing, and a new death of a medium is on its way. Bye-bye CD...you kinda sucked anyway.

Here is my last song for this album, apropos...its title is "Sparkler".

If you are reading this, thank you. You are one of the few! *laughing*

Hand Drawn Circles And Other Imperfections...

Embracing the imperfect. That it is the goal. I think perfectionism is not only unattainable it is undesirable. Who wants to stare at a perfect circle? Boorrring... But if you saw a Japanese caligraphy painting of one stroke making a circle....oooohhh...I see the infinite. I see life. This somewhat first grade example of what I mean might suffice. Inspired by this idea/ideal, I wrote a song about human imperfection, imperfect love...but in so doing, it becomes perfect in a fucked up way.

I am off to caffeinate and then libate upon distilled drinks, preferring my body/brain to have stimulants and depressants running through my veins.

Dislocation Daydream...

I started playing with some of my Mellotron and Chamberlin samples...bringing out my inner six year old television watching memories. Then after that I had had Matt Lynott come over, throw some drums on it, drank absinthe and read Tom Robbins, forgot the song, remembered the song, quickly jotted down the lyrics and presto chango! Another lil' weird song that makes me smile. I guess that is what it is about right?