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Lucky Days and Yucky Days

All of the things I thought were important were not important.

All of the things I knew were not important were not important.

As much as I knew everything had to end someday, and as much as I cherished each moment for what it was, I never appreciated that I wouldn't ever have those moments again.


Not much has changed.

So This Happened...

...and as I was standing there I was thinking about the fact that my first guitar lesson (in 1998) was to learn "Never Said". That one of the first things I wrote in my first book was the chapter about her. That the conversation I had with Ellen about one of her concerts we went to was what started me on writing opera. That the thing that made songwriting school so productive for me was my attempt to decipher and respond to "Exile". That the first artist I ever saw perform in Los Angeles (In 2003) was her opening for the Flaming Lips. There's probably a lot more. It's funny how when you like an artist's work so much over such a long period of time that their work somehow becomes woven into the fabric of your own life by no conscious effort, and obviously without any intention on the artist's behalf.

My younger self probably wouldn't have known how to process any of this at all. I sat in the last row as she started playing "Never Said"…

I Made A New Music Video

Of all the songs I've ever written or recorded, this is the only one that I constantly listen to over and over. When I put it out it just got some shrugs and a couple of minimal compliments. I wanted to make some kind of music video for it and sure enough now people seem to get it.

4 likes and a comment in under ten minutes. Not bad.

I recorded the whole thing myself and shot the video (if you can even call it that) by accident yesterday.

Pleased as punch.


The Interview No One Asked Me For

I stumbled upon a clickbait article titled "Random Questions to Ask A Guy" and it reminded me of those magazine interviews they used to do with bands in the 90's that I'd have my own imaginary answers ready for just in case I ever got interviewed. Being that no one is asking me for interviews and I'm too old to appear in those magazines that no longer exist I thought I might go ahead and use the questions as the basis for this imaginary 90's rock magazine interview:

What was the last thing you created? 

I wrote an Instagram post earlier about my frustrations with my overly shy audience not engaging enough with the content they were consuming. Technically I guess that was the last thing I created. Last week I wrote a song but I can't even remember the title right now.

Who is a better cook your mother or grandmother? 

My grandmother was a marginally better cook. Neither one was/is particularly skilled in the kitchen.

What book do you wish would be turned into …

I Remixed A Ben Folds Album

I was (and still am) obsessed with the first Ben Folds Five album. For a couple of years I drove around listening to it constantly until one day I was lucky enough to end up working on a package tour that Ben Folds Five appeared on for a couple of weeks. We stayed in all the same Howard Johnsons, picked at the same craft services, and most importantly I got to sit in the wings at eye level to Ben and watch the show each day.

At the time I had a Minidisc recorder and Ben let me record the shows, I would give him a copy, and we would discuss them the next day. When the tour got to New York I borrowed my mom's camcorder and made a video from my point of view because it was a unique thing that I knew probably wouldn't happen again.

Which brings us to the other day when on a strange weekend I ended up finding that video in a pile of home movies. I was looking for something else entirely. As I was digging through my bookshelves this strange CD I had no memory of appeared...


I'd …

Recurring Dream : Hard Rock Cafe

For about ten days I'd had a recurring dream about the Hard Rock Cafe. According to dreambible.com to dream of a restaurant means: "To dream of a restaurant represents feelings about how easy it is to be "served" particular feelings or experiences in waking life. Specific types of feelings or experiences that you are choosing to have. Consciously making the choice to feel a certain way or to easily have a certain type of experience. The freedom to have a certain type of experience that is always available to you.
Negatively, dreaming about a restaurant may reflect feelings about expectations for certain types of experiences to be easily given to you by others. Using others to keep feeling a particular way with ease. The idea that you can simply "show up" whenever you want to experience whatever you want.

Advertisements for restaurants may reflect people in your life with offers of easy experiences or easy access to something you enjoy. The option to feel a c…

Ten Concerts That Changed My Life (New YouTube Video)

I made a "short" introduction to the ticket stub pile and I randomly pulled out ten shows that I wanted to talk about.

Watch the video here:


What I Did On My Summer Vacation

I know there are supposedly real dates that correspond to the seasons but generally June 1st - August 31st is just what I call summer. Since I'm not bound by any of the constrictions other people might have like school, summer Fridays, wedding season, spending the time with my family at a lake (which is one of the strangest things normies do IMO), or anything else, I just go with June through August because back in New York those were the warmish months with sun.

While my summer was full of the usual existential dread and misery, there were a bunch of high points (I think). I have no clue what I did this summer, so let's go back and look at the photos and see.

June 2nd -

Matt was here visiting and he took me to Dan Tana's (and then checked it off the list)



June 3rd - The banner went up on the marquee for my first full length show (which ate up most of June I think)


June 6th - Went to see Scott Kannberg play at the Bootleg Theater. My first time at the venue and my first ti…