progress made.

got a new one working.
very vocal driven figerpicked backed by overdriven guitar noise.
i like it the vocals are still finding there way.
'cut my hair'
nice.

choosing battles

i work to feed and house my family.
i would like to perform for these obligations.
i am struggling to find time to create my music.
i love my family.
i love my music.
where does the time come that all can flow congruently? i am faced with desicions daily of which way to turn. distractions occur regularly. when do i punch thru the time wall and find a way to enhance this wish? stumble stumble. a few choice notes and a nice melody...

i will finish this. i will live my life how i can...

who's the right me?

i love playing sweaty, divey bars. with loud rockus guitars.
but i am ready for a sit down intimate gigs.
wanna be calm and still and enjoy the music and the connection with the audience.
who is me?
dirty drunken drooling party
or somber, shoe gazing, sensitive compositions
many of the calmer artist turn fiery and wild at some point.
i seem bounce between the options.

home.

return after a one nite run to Charelston, SC.
played at the new Hometeam BBQ.
it was PACKED full of stoopid drunk people.
but we played good and had em movin.
i like.

rainy days and apple sauce

my son eats applesauce from a pouch...gogo squeeze
wife is tired and quick tempered.
what a day.
got shows tonite in athens, tomorrow in SC.
find me and save me, please...

chillin' with sinus'

well today i sit here with my son and play with trains.
and my sinus' are expanding with mucus, gross...
don't worry, all my loyal fans, it is not the swine flu. probably just a cold.
blah.
i wanna write and play my music, but my nose is against me.
in these times of non functioning airways i guess i must write the words and hear the frequencies.

too cold for pain
in a dark green stain
like mother says
you got so many ways
for an escape and bail
or flight off the rails
let me into your head
save yourself instead

failing imac

my imac died again.
twice in two weeks.
but the warranty is still good thru the end of the month, nice.

windy. hung, six of may.

fajita, margaritas, EW, playin spades = hung over day today.
got some new ideas but no whole compositions.
it comes together slowly.
i think the waves will come
close your eyes and throw

i am today.

had a rough one.
want to produce but my recording box faltered this weekend.
think i could put my guitar on my back and roll...
Europe, japan, mountains of Venus.
i have always had some sort of escapist mentality, but at the same time a loyalty and rationalism that denies my run.
who can write the truth and put a melody that equates to functioning harmony. do i write a protest song, or one of lost love, or a psychedelic stroll thru tonal explorations. Did bob dylan explode the genius or did practice or experience, or love give him the jest...

i will continue this in the next time...

its a saturday

yup.
rockin' on the porch, singing songs.
bicycle leanin', buckets and shovels about...
scattered clouds on a may blue sky

enjoy your life.