jpeg (blahg #38)

some slips of pink seem
brushed in, someone's
hand, a moving
humidity, holding delicate swaying
ribbons in layers.

there are no lies nature.
contracts are concrete, petrified.
deception is only for survival
there. the purpose is not
sheer meanness but preservation.

that sky, a polaroid developing...
being waved so the chemicals
mix with oxygen and
a lasting document, is made
like a memory or a dream
you can't shake. no matter what.

defragmentation (blahg #37)

music stuff, artwork
for solo disc
complete. uploading to
digital music site
today for 100
dupes. some say
i aim too
low, i say
i'm being realistic.
will not be
sending discs out
for review. no
sirreeee. but will
get the moutain
halo, palace to
palace, and wolves
on the itunes
and other outlets.

"almost home" is
getting to the
itunes as well.
thank heavens. cd
release show on
may 8th will
feature dave hadley
on pedal steel.
i started rehearsing
last night in
the basement. the
show should be
good.

"june star" just
picked up another
show... april 16th
@ the talking
head with our
nyc friends, the
dig. this should
be a solid
night of fun.

nothing intellectual for
now... just the
basics. see you.

grimm

posting again (blahg #36)

indeed another posting.
my friend in
paris, maybe? taking
in the french.
plodding their streets
making marking moving
until they are
his. a knight
with anne by
his side. i
think that is
how it goes.

grimm

from the black out (blahg #35)

i have under
estimated time. truth
certainly will make
anyone give in.
anyone with a
heart, soul, or
mind. to catch
you up short.
andrew grimm solo
album is completed
and will be
shipped off for
duplication today. yes
today. cd release
show is may
eighth at el
rancho grade, with
timmy bracken and
mark mckay. should
be a fun
evening. june star
update: double album
has had major
gains since my
last email and
we are certainly
on track to
finish...well tracking
in the next
couple of weeks.
the e.p. is
close to done
and will come
out first. to
let people know
we're still around.
school has been
busy... i have
smart teenagers in
my classes... some
who read this
blahg. hello students.

feeling creative and
i must clean
the basement, now.

grimm

hungry times (blahg #34)

after repeated delays
the compact disc
digital download ready
forthcoming rock effort
is reaching the
middle of the
process. tim and
i were in
the thick of
chords, conversation, and
conducting. back on
the recording treadmill.

solo effort nearly
mixed. one remix
of a song.
i think i'm
doing the artwork
this time out.
will be posting
more about the
songs and when
they will debut.
i'm thinking, may
11th at el
rancho. tim has
booked a show
there with our
good friend mark
mckay. it will
be good to
see him. you
know. i do
have a track
listing for the
disc. it is:

losing
turn around
pretty lies
all i see
beautiful shot
all my heart
so low
waiting time

will let you
know more when
i know more.

grimm

up and up (blahg #33)

heads up, the
show on sat.
has been cancelled
someday the new
six piece band
will make its
debut. perhaps
may 15th at
the windup space.
timmy and i
may be playin'
the pie shop
that night for
an acoustic thing.
we'll see. there's
not much else
to say. I'm
not really recording
anything new and
the songs have
dried up for
now. check back
later? maybe i'll
try to write you
something. later ya.

grimm

secrets in the dirt (blahg #32)

i have stolen
many minutes this
morning. the purpose
is the direct
communication to you,
friends and friends.
where haven't we
gone wrong. with
seconds ticking narrowly,
dots of sweat
trickled quickly filling
the lines, the
wrinkles, the canals,
the trials and
grooves, we wait
until "til" it
is time to
move to motivate.

everything is better
under immense pressure.

the songs and
the muses are
tickling my dreams.
burst sudden words
not so fluid
as rounded or
coaxed. maybe someday
soon the fluttering
will slow enough
to hold in
my hands, freely.

grimm

now we are here (blahg #31)

so long time
has been stagnating
without any time
to spare. i'm
now writing as
quickly as possible.
new solo album
to be completed
during this week.
the work was
slow but has
been somewhat rewarding.
new june star
dates... new june
star sounds and
players. we're a
six piece sometimes.
full keyboards from
mike ward, and
guitar mastery from
burke sampson... primary
drums to be
jiggled by patrick
hughes. we sound
immense and excellent.
full throated and
throttled. my wife
will read this
later and find
out more about
me. ha ha.
anyhow. will let
you know when
cd release show
will be. enough
for now. one
must ease back
into the blahgging.

oh... new church
album coming out
too... oooh boy.

grimm

Canceled Show (Blahg #30)

show tonight has
been canceled due
to flurries and
windies. some day
we will play
again, and on
that day may
you be there.

grimm

professionalism.... (blahg #29)

spent 13 hours
at the school.

going to bed
now, going to
bed now, going
to bed now.

need to go
back and do
more work. bad
grimm. kitty cat
on my lap
says, "purr." i
have not lost
my mind, merely
resting it for
the moment. ciao.

grimm

snow to ice (blahg #28)

another day off.
saw rodney henry's
new band, the
cold cold heartbreakers.
they opened for
scott weiland of
the stone temple
pilots. they sounded
good... rodney seems
to be at
home most when
the amps are
loud and the
drums were crashing.

ramshead live was
huge as usual.
scott weiland went
on, i stayed
for exactly 15
seconds. was heading
with rodney and
crew to some
sort of "lounge"
and was stopped
cold by the
security guy who
asked, "where are
you going to?"

"with them." pointing
to rodney. "no
you aren't." "of
course I'm not."

so i thought,
maybe i should
get out of
here. i took
off and got
text from rodney,
he had gotten
backstage pass for
me... but alas,
i was already
in the parking
garage. he's a
good friend, that
rodney. eat pie.

john updike died.
that was surprising.
i read rabbit,
run in college.
i don't think
i got it.
i'll have to
go back and
re read it.

here's a site
with Updike poetry.

grimm

the patience pays (blahg #27)

this is a
day where we
don't have the
school. reprieve? maybe.
still, i must
continue to gather
the plans for
script writing and
video production. a
class i'm not
sure what i'm
doing with, exactly.
it will come
to me eventually.

i will, however,
be online today.
timothy is scheduled
to come over
today as well.
record record record.

last night i
purchased a neti
kettle. my sinuses
are horrendous and
i snore like
some prehistoric sub
creature. a dose
of mucinex D,
salt water in
my nose and
a breathe right
strip and i'm
sleeping a lot
quieter. and better.

yes!!!! take that
nose. i'll catch
y'all later. grimm.

in truth i (blahg #'s 21-26)

should be working
but here i
sit at the
computer tickling keys
whose top have
letters printed on
them. they are
well worn and
greasy from my
fingers and food.

in truth i
am a slob
i am a
dreamer i am
now certainly lost
and drifting, treading,
reeling, hoping, wishing,
sinking, praying, lurching,
sliding, searching, and
kidding my way
to the top.

some days i
feel like j.
alfred prufrock's little
brother, younger, more
successful but genetically
coded with doubts.
i think about
music ninety percent
of the time.
i envision myself
playing and writing.
some mornings i
do. some evenings
i don't. balance
is some strange
country i'd like
to visit someday.

albums and guitar
strings, wires and
hard drives coupled
with RAM. digital
notes and real
emotions? i haven't
written a song
that relied on
my real experiences
for a while.
the songs, the
voices that creep
out are not
so much cinematic
as they are
public service announcements.


here's a tip
for you kid.
be yourself, sure
it hurts a
little but there's
less you have
to remember than
if you're living
a lie, and
if it's just
a dreamworld... you
don't have to
wake up... like
a certain prufrock
i read about.

i was talking
to sharon adedijgiieedk
this morning, she's
my department chair
at the school.
i was explaining
this concept from
borges, the existential
argentinian, about the
aleph. the aleph
is the single
point from which
you can see
the entire universe.
borges' unsuccessful writer
"friend" discovered the
aleph during a
childhood accident. if
you lie on
your back, in
his basement, and
you stare at
the 19th step,
the aleph makes
itself apparent.

something very interesting
had occurred to
me as i
went through this
explanation... i'm now
entering a separate
stage of who
i am. evolution.
i have been
reading more, striking
out in new
territories... undiscovered places
curiosity is not
an impetus in
this case. in
truth it is
a broadening, a
re-calculation of my
facts and psyche.
who i want
to be as
opposed to what
you might see
me as. i

do think people
see what they
want to see...
members of the
faculty see me
as some curmudgeonly
bitter, mean elitist.
others see me
as a professional
and others, i'm
quite sure don't
even see me.

now the process
of murdering and
creating the faces
i prepare to
meet the people
who come and
go talking of
real housewives and mojitos

lyrics from forth
coming andrew grimm
solo disc...

the things you
thought were right
were all against
the rules.

when you lose
yourself you can
laugh out loud
or laugh alone.

the last time
i felt i
was anyone was
in you arms.

and how we
start to how
we end is
nothing new.

all i see
is smoke.

show me your
hands show me
your smile i
want to see.

where you go
where you've been
where i want
to be.

breathe in clouds
cigarette smoke
is catch
release.

you can't lose
a game
if you never
play.


i hope this
makes up for
time spent away.

take care and
talk to you
tomorrow. Bye now.

grimm


"Truth cannot penetrate a closed mind. If all places in the universe are in the Aleph, then all stars, all lamps, all sources of light are in it, too." Jorge Luis Borges "the Aleph"

history's motion (blahg # 20)

naysayers ratchet up
beckon screaming and
kicking rants against
the president elect.
funny, when you
lose... you lose
hard, eh? blog
posts talking about
his dangerous nature
and that we
have been scammed
we won't be
so happy in
three months time,
nay, three weeks
time, nay three
days time. he
will apparently destroy
our country. that's
too bad, because
i was ready
to become reaquainted
with the old
u.s. but apparently
i will be
sorely disappointed. however,
i don't believe
those angry bloggers
pounding their keys
with insolent fury
and dire expressions
twisted and contorted
on their faces...
one eye bulging
as if it
may "pop" at
any moment, shoot
across the room,
and up rolling
underneath the coffee
table. when taking
a broad view
of the election,
i saw the
choices with macro
lenses. obama: smart
young african american.
mccain: bitter old
white man. hmmmm...
most folks wanted
a change in
politics and to
my surprise they
voted for it.
they got it.
for the first
time in my
voting career i'm
enthused to do
something, to take
heed and pay
attention... i may
even listen to
the weekly radio
address. wow... who
knows... here are
some final words
on this topic...

so deep under
water counting seconds
and pressure on
the outside matching
the pressure within
light trickles through
the murk and
makes a promise
"air is abundant
on the other
side, i swear.
all you have
to do is
float up to
the top." the
promise becomes desire
and the weights
others have tied
to either ankle
can no longer
pull downward silently.
that first breath,
drawn in full
makes good on
any unspoken promise.

grimm

disenfranchised (blahgs #16, #17, #18, and #19)

i have left
you for dead.
not even turning
my head, i
logged into my
computer and glazed
my eyes to
not log in,
to not blahg
out. apologize mean
zero when multiplied
by the original
effort. it is
true. you can
look it up, but
we've all been
in similar circumstances.
we ask people
to be honest,
we let them
in, and they
do terrible damage
to us. greg
brown says, "I
can't believe your
hands and mouth,
did all that
to me..." truth
doesn't need to
wash its hands,
ever. this weekend
my wife and
i went to
see barack obama
speak at city
hall. we didn't
get into the
plaza but we
ended up in
harbor place ampitheater
watching a big
screen... i guess
i'd rather be
somewhere warm, but
it didn't matter.
i felt like
crying the entire
time. at a
couple points my
tear ducts did
fill up. to
summarize how i
feel about obama,
as it gets
closer to his
inauguration i feel
like i am
getting my country
back... that may
be a bit
dramatic so maybe
i can see
it as a
renewal of dialogue.
a re-introduction, yes?


"Andrew meet the
U.S. U.S. meet
Andrew. Play nice."

something like that
i suppose. the
energy where we
were standing was
good and positive.
when bush's name
was mentioned there
was no overly
loud booing or
name calling, just
a collective sigh.

the sigh is
probably the most
underated form of
communication by the
way. i don't
think most people
get a good
read on a
sigh because of
its subtlety its
sneakiness, ducking and
hiding its meaning
behind non-confrontational communication.

i plan on
the inauguration at
school. i'll try
not to cry
too much. just
a little. right.

june star played
at the ol
bertha's saturday night.
fun times. but
man, time dragged
on. we ended
up playing three
sets and limping
over the finish
line. for no
practice, we did
alright. album work
is coming along
slowly. it will
happen. but what
to do about
FAWM? i'm not
entriely convinced that
i can do
it this year...
so many things
happening. so many
things left undone
at this point.
kind of like
starting four novels
and wondering if
there is something
wrong with you...
there's nothing wrong
with me. i
guess... kind of
like james mcmurtry
when he says,
"if anyone can
say they're alright,
so can i."

grimm

my missed blahg (blahg's #14 and 15)

i am sorry
a missed appointment
trajectory not accounted
drifted from focus
out of view
obscured without lenses
purpose and dedication
slacked and ridden
promises folded, burned.
nearly forty-eight hours
and no statement.
sorry apologies shame.

june star is
a magical band.
i write and
play with the
people who communicate
clearly. some new
satellite additions
to the band
are coming up.
will post their
names at some
point... but most
folk'll agree that
it is good.
the tim and
the grimm duo
shows are sounding
great. tight, expressive.
times when we
play i feel
invulnerable and immutable.

emerson... you said
"no harm could
ever befall me..."
that is how
i feel when
playing live. i
don't always feel
in control but
i do feel
like an authority
an archivist and
a commentator. these
roles bound and
wound into tight
lines percussing off
of the microphone.

see you soon

grimm

wtmd (blahg #13)

june star rides
the airwaives tonight
wtmd.org 89.7
at 8 o'clock.
excitement

grimm

lonely (blahg #12)

joe squared pizza
sits on north
avenue. it looks
out on urban
retooling. hipster. MICA.
excellent and new.
their pizza is
square. get it?
it's hip to
be square, once
sang Huey Lewis.
although last minute,
i had a
good time... playing.
rodney henry gallivanted
in and played
some songs. like
usual his guitar
skewed a bit
out of tune
and barked to
his command a
a well used
instrument will do.
fun times, indeed.
i played while
sitting in a
chair, which was
new to me.
got some new
friends who were
sitting in the
back. doin' their
pizzas. I was
able to talk
about House, the
doctor, you know.
funny. the night
was recorded, we
got a free
pizza, free national
bohemian beers and
twenty dollarinos. whatever
domino's... i'll never
go back to
you, i swear.

grimm

rolling on and on (blahg #11)

oooohhh... joe squared
is back on.

me solo playing

last night was
fun, in gettysburg.
josh of booker
lee was way
friendly and a
fun room. timmy
and i didn't
joke around nearly
as much as
usual. i will
be posting something
i recorded there.

yeah.

tonight at 930
pm soon, excellent.

grimm

in the morning (blahg # 10)

the early morning
hours are about
my most favorite,
i suppose. i
am my most
creative as well.
it is unclear
as to why
but it's true.

the cold morning
air patiently slipping
under the door,
the coffee pot
gurgling to completion.
my wife breathing
sleepily under covers.
these are the
sounds that accompany
my typing and
my thinking.

if the moment
is broken with
the ring of
the phone or
a knock on
the door, momentum
may never return.
it does not
seem to be
a muscular concept
does it? momentum
is not merely
exercise. it is
will and physics.
emotional physics perhaps.
yes, that's the
jaunx. emotional physics.

makes sense, right?

grimm