July 30, 2004

got home last night around midnight and my downstairs neighbor was coming in at the same time. i'd never said much more than "what's up?" to him; i was carrying my guitar. i introduced myself and we talked about music for a few minutes, and i said something like "you've lived here for a while, haven't you". he said "yeah, a year. we're just moving out."

here's to me being an antisocial asshole.

July 29, 2004

there was a beetle clinging tenaciously to my windshield when i left perk tonight.

it made it back to my parking space at seven springs. it's gone on a great adventure, travelling 459,000 buglengths*, and has to start a new life far from home. i like moving. it means that you can start over, be someone different; you can convince everyone that you're a musician or whatever.

but you're still a bug.

ehm, yes.

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*okay, if you do the math, 459,000 danlengths is only about 529 miles. still, that's a substantial move. i mean, it's not ~mars~ or anything, but it's far enough to buy a new bed when you get there, instead of taking it with you. or to think about flying home for the holidays. i mean, not if you're a bug, cause that would be, um, walking home; bugs take the bus. and besides, bug holidays are waaaay different from ours, and involve less eggnog. not much less, bugvolumewise. it's all about the ratios.

now, the bug
was traveling at peak speeds equivalent to me going 10,500 mph. call it bugmach 13. i think that i've just named a german metal band.

July 27, 2004

so, i'm regrettably not playing bass for adam day tonight at the columbia lakefront thing.

this has NOTHING to do with the previous post. we just didn't get a chance to get together and practice, me being a slacker and adam away recording for his album...

so i'll be at perk tonight, I think. I may even bring a bass. (Nope, it's not a test, I swear)...

The last post was ranty and should be taken lightly; i'm not going to have a nervous breakdown...

Just a temporary affliction;

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July 26, 2004

stop asking me to play bass for you. it's giving me a complex.

actually, don't stop asking, i might say yes; just be aware that it's giving me a complex. it's not that i don't want to play bass, it's that none of you singer/songwriters out there need a singer//songwriter, because you've already got that down.

there's only one person who told me flat out that i didn't have what it took to be a frontman of a band and, like himself, i was more suited to supporting roles in music. i got over that, but it hit a sore spot.

my bass playing is only creative in the context of someone else's creation. my songs are more important to me than the fact that i'm a good bass player. if i could write songs on bass more consistently, i would.

if i had all my time to devote to music, maybe i'd feel differently.

if you ask me to play bass, and i turn you down, it's because i'm saving my time for my songwriting and performance. for the few of you out there that i've met (no one actually reading this, i expect) who think i should quit songwriting and just play bass, just remember i've been doing the former for two years less than the latter, and i'm getting better.

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i've got no right to be neurotic; it's obvious that you like my songs. i'm just mentioning this as an explanation for why i cringe when you ask me to play a gig on bass. i need to finish up this graduate school thing and give the music thing a shot; then i'll be ever grateful when someone asks me to play bass on their album... 'cause i'll need it to afford to eat

:>

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July 25, 2004

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July 22, 2004

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July 19, 2004

i drifted home last night higher brain function a bit incoherent with motor reflexes, road hypnosis in effect. i'd just watched donnie darko for the first time and i was a bit lost in the aftermath. it's recommended frequently by friends and i see why now; it's the type of movie where it's easy to immerse yourself in the fantasy, incredible but somehow plausible. it keeps going for a bit afterward, flavoring the hours afterward. of course, not having any obligations apart from a drive home on a darkened I-95 with its river of taillights heightened the effect.

came up on the exit for MD 100 and wondered what a certain individual would think about a latish unnanounced visit...

i kept going though... both had work in the morning and i've been arriving earlier at work so as to leave earlier. our surplus supercomputer is suffering from, among other things, split brain. i'm wondering if it's wise to fix it. its appearance suggests that it could be evil...

would have been better still if i had taken the Balto-Washington parkway home; there's something beautiful about that road, though i've never traversed it during peak hours.

i got home with sufficient time to attempt a little songwriting, but the mood didn't translate into music at that point. i'd wanted to capture it in notes and lyrics but, well, it's summer.

that's not keeping me from attempting a bit of writing tonight though.

July 09, 2004

so i've picked up a new show in the near future:

Sunday, July 18th, 2004
New Deal Cafe Festival of the Song
I believe I have the 3pm slot... still waiting for final confirmation.

Come one, come all... it's an outdoor festival weather permitting, but they just move it inside if it rains.

The festival actually goes on Saturday and Sunday, so if you want to spend your ENTIRE WEEKEND at the new deal, you could. Just remember, I play on Sunday Sunday Sunday....

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Other shows.

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It's the weekend... been a quick week... good I guess..

July 08, 2004

i've discovered a solution for those who don't like the crowded open mic scene. go to the new deal's second thursday open mic.

i walked in; no, i walked up to the outside and was dragged inside by the girl working...

you see, i had a guitar. i was armed with more entertainment than a single knockknock joke and a hasty stage exit, unlike the previous couple of hours of open mic performance.

so i got to play lots of songs. wasn't a packed house but those in attendance enjoyed it.

brennan showed up a bit later and we did a couple... then it closed at 9.

so 2nd thursday of the month is hurting for performers. i was told that they want to do *performance art* things... hmmmmm....

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in other news, apologies for a lack of eloquence in the audio posts. it will improve over time....

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July 07, 2004

elephants used as capital punishment?

wikipedia is weird.

July 06, 2004

i have little to say and twice as many places to say it. i now have a livejournal.

so, read up people, cause you wouldn't want to miss any snippet of boring internet indulgence on my part.

July 04, 2004



Happy Independence Day!









With the hope that we'll get back to some of the values this country is *actually* founded on.



Vote Kerry.

July 02, 2004

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July 01, 2004

oh, and

HAPPY
CANADA
DAY, EH?







i'll be hitting the folk art studio cafe open song circle thingy tomorrow night. ok, well, *officially* it will be *tonight* but i have to sleep in between. it's thursday. 7ish pm.

it's the new place that used to be year of the rabbit.

6700 Race Track Road
Bowie Maryland 20715


good then.