Give me a break,she said from the back of the room. If Jimmie Jphnson has any v;ue about how to correctly m ale jis eay through the fiwls on a restart without blowing his engine from overrevving, it would be one thing. But given the state of the sport at this point and time, I can see no way better than through repeated structures and hope we should over come this dark place in which we live. Believe me,there is no better way in which to conquer one’s own fear. Itter nonsense, i think.
Give me your eyes. It means “Look at me.” Admaral Adama used to say this a Bunch on Battlestar Galactica. i will always have to edit. I cannot beat the sustem the ways I used to. Better concentrartion beings out better skilss like this, Practice makes perfect. Foil fun foible. Utter nonsense Garggle as much as three times a day to completely rid yourself of the bacterias rotting your brain. I hopt that somehow I find as way to properly type. My biggest problem is my pinkys. I hate suseding them when typing. I find uif I don’t think about it, I do better. I don;t truse my pinky to so what it is supposed to do.
Ijwillalways need to proof mydrlf. No way around it.
But here I go on my own form of typing. I move my hands a lot more. But I know my way around. it is more natural to my hands. no pinkies, really. No don’t really rest on the home keys as much. I fumble sometimes on certain words.
but it is invorrect, I am taught. This is ok. I won’t do mu natural routine and rebel. It will take practice on all fronts. Didcipline not to fall inot old habits. It will take a while to adjust and not let the pinkies slip up and rest when they ahould work work work!
I must mind my p’s and q’s!No comments
Why? Because my thoughts are complex and full. There are bits of motorsports, music and craft beer woven in there. Life is too short to keep these threads all to myself.
I have to write.
I am blinded, but I see things you don’t. My ears are augmented receptors of grace. In the words of Roger Waters, I have amazing powers of observation. And I’m not afraid to clue you in on that fact.
I need to write.
I’ve watched motorsports for 35 years. Today I saw perhaps the most outrageous finish I have ever seen. Ever. Seen. How is that possible? Because there is always something waiting around the bend that is new, unforeseen and remarkable. Today was one of those days. I so love Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
I need to write.
I am working on a song that is about returning home to a small town. I am fixated on the idea of one blinking red traffic light, like a place I know called Pearson in Central Florida. The song is so disco, Modest Mouse and New Order wrapped into one. Man I wish I could play the bass. The one openly gay dude in Pearson would appreciate that.
I must write.
The latest batch of Dogfish Head beers, on the IPA side specifically, have some nasty hops. Nasty, as in bad. They taste like burnt shit. I couldn’t make it through a 4-pack oof 90 without gettinga headache. Perhaps they had to harvest from somewhere else this season. I am not buying their beers for a while. This sucks, because they are my favorite.
I will write.
So there has been a lot of interesting developments in my musical world lately, a lot of good energy and focus. First, I have been playing at lot with my friends in Blue Sky Drive, which has been wonderful and motivating. Nothing quite like playing in an original band, which I have discovered I truly missed. Rehearsals, gigs, good times…. it has been real enjoyable to say the least. It is really good not only to be musically engaged like this again, but to be lucky enough to have fallen in with such a fine group of good people is just the icing on the cake. The universe works in wonderful ways sometimes..
Last Autumn was a really productive writing period for me. I was composing primarily on piano creating songs that were pretty inwardly directed. This is a sharp departure from how I have been writing for most of the past decade, which has been a sort of disembodied experience. I’ve been conjuring fictional characters and circumstances that I thought were interesting – well, at least more interesting than my real life. I mean, I am still in love with a lot of those songs, but this most recent burst of creativity has been entirely different for me. Maybe it has taken ten years for me to get comfortable writing about the things in my life again. Maybe it took my oldest leaving the house and heading off to college to stir those deeper, personal emotions of self-evaluation, joy and longing. Whatever it was, it was a nice burst that came from a powerful place and I tried my best to harness it and commit it to song. The result is a full-length album’s worth of material that needs to be brought to life. Read moreNo comments
|1 – Child In Me (download / play)
2 – The Doorway (download/play)
3 – Halfway to Forever (download/play)
4 - Carried Away (download/play)
Time feels like a fortress moving in and around me.
Moving with a grace that can only be evil….
It’s been over 20 years since I first broke out an acoustic guitar and wrote these songs. The intervening years span so much in my life that I can’t help but wonder who that kid is on the other end of these recordings. His voice has so much more anger than I remember. He’s simultaneously in the shadow of his father’s death and on the cusp of a new life. It is so bittersweet to hear this stuff again.
The 12th of Never started as a fluke thing because I had been toying with the idea of doing something altogether different than the electronic/synth orientated stuff that had framed my early days in bands like Some People’s Children. I had been strumming on an Ovation 6-string for a year maybe, influenced by artists like Mary My Hope, Sinead O’Connor and the usual old Roger Waters colorings that still remain in my musical palette to this day. I had cobbled together these four songs and hassled my friend from SPC, Tip Ledgard, to play some limited percussion on it. I saw an ad in the old Rag magazine for a demo recording studio in Boca run by Bob Gaffney, who happened to be the brother of a childhood friend of mine. So i called him up and arranged recording time starting in the summer of 1991.
I remember this because there were fireworks going off in the background as we were trying to track vocals in his converted townhouse studio. I even think a bottle rocket or two made the final recording.
I was playing with Black Janet at the time and somewhere along the line I got to talking will Kelly Christy from Vesper Sparrow, another local perennial favorite, and she offered to lend her voice to the recordings. At first, I wasn’t sure how it would work but in the end, her voice really completed the recording. Her harmonies on “Halfway to Forever” and “The Doorway” still chill me.No comments
As we know by now, back in late 2001 I lost much of my eyesight. I was 35 and doing all the things a middle-class white guy should do. I was married, had two kids and had a mortgage in a house in suburbia. I was a web developer, graphic designer working freelance in a post tech-bubble busted world. It wasn’t so bad, being freelance. I was getting work and leaning on new Flash skills (LOL!) and kept the ship afloat. But then BAM! There are spots in front of my left eye. Not a big deal, really, except I was born with a shitty condition in my RIGHT eye which left it rather weak and useless. You just can’t imagine. Read moreNo comments