rare earth

so it's hot out... oppressive and rending... what rough beast slouches towards bethlehem? big ol' heat index it what. that ringing in my ears turns out to be an air conditioning unit.

summer lurches on.

we are at the middle... the end becomes reality, and our priorities kick into gear for fear of not accomplishing them.

the fall awaits.

cool weather... the stereotype television reporter will say, "Relief is on the way!" because the heat is extreme... but then they will retort in a few month's "Relief is on the way with spring time coming around." As it is too cold... i dislike stereotype cliched acting.

probably why i never liked teachers all that much... talking about sitting on a tropical beach with their toes in the water and a waiter bringing them some fruity mixed drink... pathetic.

the same teachers who complained about students and how important teaching is to the world and their salaries were too low... it makes me sneer. venemous.

i think i'm happier where i am, now. of course i send emails to talent buyers who never respond... which makes me think that perhaps those people don't exist... and someday... i hope to meet them... they are harper lee... they are jd salinger... they are howard hughes... without the money or literary credibility...

funny.

grimm

new freedoms

mobility.

movement in circles and allowing yourself to breath. everyone eventually wakes up. i am convinced of that. some folks just act, "okay" about who and where they are. it's true. let's link it back to denial, you and I, eventhough there's not enough ether for a surgery this big.

nope.

pick a vein, any vein, and you could follow it to the source of the problem. that beating red thing. almost impossible to think that it could stop pumpin' ain't it? but there it goes, blip, blip blip... it only skips for three reasons... trauma, love, and cardiovascular disease...

reversal.

time move up and out. stand the ground. place your feet firmly. (watch out rob brezny, i think i'm getting the hand of your job) explore your sense of denial to the fullest... see where it takes you... when you are bored and feel the thrill of discovery has lessend, all you have to do is accept the truth and i guess you'll be free to move about the cabin.

grimm.

a long time ago

i used to sleep well... i'm not kidding... i could sleep for hours on hours and not think much of it. these days, however, seems like a few hours is all i can get. i'm not nervous about anything. i'm not too concerned about the inevitable socio-economic collapse of my country. i'm dreading the scorching summer heat and destructive humidity that accompanies it. so why am i not sleeping?

probably cause i snore like it's my only outlet of creativity.

this isn't some sort of musical insight as to how i write or create, is it? nope. it's just a thing. just who i am, i guess. i do like sleeping... maybe i grab a nap later.

these days have been spent emailing and updating and getting into a routine... which is good... but man i need to start doin' other things... maybe record somehting in my basement...? my lists of things to do are out of control... they mostly deal around the blogging, the booking, and the updating... right now i'm booking a tour for October!

we have our first confirmation... Thursday Oct. 21st @ the Cave, Chapel Hill NC. woooo hooooo...

no shows lingering on the horizon locally until august 3rd and 4th... those will be much fun... yup... you know.

the coffee is ready in the kitchen and i'm thinking about oatmeal... dreaming with one eye open... the other is half closed.

grimm

last night's show...

good times... excellent vibes... the 8x10 was fun,as per usual... although the sun was still out we seemed to play just hard as were it midnight... why is it rock n roll should happen after sun down? The uber excellent Tim Heaney was on hand snapping photos... so throughout this olde blog you'll see some of his handy work. we were well recieved with applause in the right places which is cool... or at least better than having molotov cocktails thrown at us... timmy wore the appropriate rock outfit... little know fact but that is the same t-shirt worn by Bryan Adams in the "Cuts Like A Knife" video... i'm not kidding.

mike ward really beat the shit out of keyboard as well... here's a pic of us discussing how much harder he should slam his equipment... er, the keyboard.



and mike ross focused his energy and attention on playing drums... wow

thanks to everyone who came out! we really appreciate all of the help and support! y'all are the best...



grimm

almost with you, i can sense you wait for me

much administrative happenings have been keeping me busy here at central command... my days start usually at 5:30 am, although today i was little late in getting started, a workout at the gym, a walk home, and then a lil' breakfast. i know, what a rock and roll life style for a teacher. but no longer teaching am i. resigned, finished, left the building... amscrayed, if you will.

feels good. feels strange. kind of like my prom. the weirdness will really set in september when school begins and i don't. the comforting smells of a freshly buffed school hallway speaks of new leaves being over turned before being re-over turned and patterns once thought to be left behind renew themselves, the cuts in the canyon that river water has no choice but to follow. the inevitable decline into routine and sense of person and place we all seem to gravitate back to, once again.

yeah, i won't being seeing that. instead, i click on the keyboard in some sort of digital hustle. book my band, yeah, book it... we're really good... we'll be pleasant for you... we have this new album, it's going to be awesome... it's going to make sense... you will love us... no, we don't have an audience... yet. but we will soon... oh please please please... book us now... you won't regret it...

gotta make some money. somehow.

andrew