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i just woke up from a dream. i was in cincinnati for some reason at a local record store looking through some old vinyl. the proprietor and some of his friends were sitting around talking and listening to different records on the communal turntable. i began to recognize several of the songs being played as bands from louisville when i was growing up. soon, as one song came over the speakers, the guy sitting next to me said, 'oh, i hated this band.' then i realized the man had actually been the drummer and singer of that band. i said "hey, you're ___ ____!" and everyone began to laugh. as he tilted back in his chair, he reached a tipping point and began to fall backwards, still laughing, everyone laughing. he fell on the floor, hard it seemed, his friends quickly gathering over him. they all cackled uncontrollably. at this moment, overcome with excitement, i said "i went to so many of your shows!" they all let out a triumphant yell and began to applaud their fallen comrade, helping him to his feet. then i woke up. what the hell? honestly, i wonder if the musicians i admired from those years in louisville would like or dislike the music i've myself have written. my brain says probably not. but should i care? i guess not. but do we not want, somehow, the approval of those we have tried to emulate? i wonder what all those people are doing right now. well, wherever you are, thanks.
here are some photos from my recent trip to key west. i’m sure you would rather read about album news or listen to a new song or something. but maybe this is entertaining too. and i needed a vacation. so here we go…
mister lobster wild bunnies goo the dog six digit pussies kitty graveyard cool pool another cock dolphin auto liza in action the ladies of aqua the cemetery guardian sunset
i'm leaving louisville tomorrow. i've spent the summer here, back where i grew up, seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, and feeling things i haven't experienced for a long time. brooke and i have decided to move again, this time much farther away than kentucky. but more on that later. for the moment, i just want to enjoy these last few hours here. so i better get to it.
it's hard to listen to this album and not wonder if it somehow encapsulates the last two years of my life. i think back to when i wrote the songs and recall how i felt and what led me to write a particular melody, rhythm, phrase, etc. naturally, there have been many emotions i've encountered over the past two years that don't have a song to accompany them. but does it all boil down to these 28 minutes? i hope not. life is more than that, right? a friend reminded me recently that it's not the day a process is finished that is paramount, but the entire journey getting there. it seems every moment of our lives is important, not just the instant of losing a loved one or learning you passed the bar or having your first orgasm. but truly, how do we become the people that we are? how do we adopt our personalities? here i am with this music i've created. is this me? sure. it's not all of me, but it's some.
during a previous post i mentioned my opinion of myspace. over the last few weeks i've thought a lot about what it means to have a myspace page and how i fit in to my interpretation of that meaning. but regardless of how i feel about the man who owns myspace or those who abuse it, i cannot deny the significance of the service it provides. never befrore has the ability to share one's creative impulses been so easy and available. and i was mistaken for not recognizing that earlier. so, in short, here it is - myspace.
well, all the art is finished. everything should be off to the production plant very soon. i know you've all been very patient with this entire process. so to quell that strong sense of urgency you're feeling (right...), mull this over for a moment:
spirit remains do you feel better or worse?
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