Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Super Blogging

So I got that blogging app in an attempt to blog more... I know, I know most folks are on the edge of your seats wondering what I'm thinking and whether or not I'll update you...

Last night I saw the original wailers at rams head in Annapolis. Not very good... The original wailer was Al Anderson who played on the natty dread sessions and the Live! album... Don't go thinking that I'm some sort of Rasta scholar... I got my info from Wikipedia. So there.

Anyhow, there only about 75 people there... Maybe more... But, watching the band I couldn't help but wonder why it is that reggae bands have such broke down keyboard horn sounds.., it's like they've never moved beyond small Casio keyboard synths of 1982.

Anyone?

Oh and June Star is starting to get songs together for another record...

Yay

I selected the songs... Most folks haven't heard these at all... The idea will be to record a few ep's. I'm producing one, Timmy Bracken will produce one, and we're talking with Jason Rubal who produced Lower Your Arms... For the third one... Neat.

Grimm

Friday, June 08, 2012

Going mobile...

Hi.

Dusty dust. Clean lifted. Never
Regretted the offline subscription.
How is it we're just now reconnecting?
Why haven't you called or written to
Me? Me. Me!

New drummer. Kurt from the Glenmont popes. New bassist. Mark tuminello from Neptune. Oceanic goodness.

Downloaded the Blogger app... Now I'll really stay in touch.

Or at least have one fewer excuse.

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

the natives

an all natural, sleek look.
shimmy and shined thoroughly.
no loose ends.
all tied together.
all tied up.
until
the sun
becomes an ember
sinking into
the sea...

grimm

Monday, January 02, 2012

making it to the clearing

happy new year. right? that's the gig. i've found reason to believe, vision, clarity, and spark. to drive without the crash. how anything happens seems like such a simple thing; just make a plan for yourself.

my plans will be quiet and private. blogger's irony. but, i will put forth my cyber foot and analog heart. i had a most frightening dream last night and my immediate reflection led me to these conclusions:

1. i am out of control
2. there are no reasons why i shouldn't be in control
3. even if i can't control my immediate situation, i should take deep breaths and try again.

what great dream did i have?

it was not my dead mother coming to give me advice in some sage like yoda moment... no... infrequently i will meet her again in my dreams, but it is never in a space where i exclaim, "MOM! I miss you; I love you!" Those episodes are almost always second hand or incidental where she talks to me just as she did when she was alive. i don't know why that is, but i suppose that's the deal, right?

the dream was the out of control classroom dream... for years i had the same basic dream the day before school starts... the class is out of control, kids talking... not sitting in their assigned seats... and me raising my voice, raising my voice, to the point of screaming. then, i will ask one student, "Why won't they listen to me?" the student replies, "Because you're you."

Ugh.

the dream last night though... the same premise but slightly different. every hooligan i've taught seemed to be there. i wasn't afraid; i knew the job ahead of me; i knew the job would require great energy; i knew it would take focus; i understood the demands of my time.

so here i am.

how consistent can i be? i can tell you this much, i started with the damn blog i've been ignoring.

grimm