time to write

baltimore is a strange little town... the town that we love and we despise seemingly at the same time for the same reasons i suppose. we played the artscape on friday july 20th. foh sound was great apparently... we rushed on stage and didn't have time to check our instruments. not much fun in those regards. we were very well received by at least 100 or so people. my wife sold cd's... toddler's danced... we were a rock and roll band... even if we didn't feel like one. we were just happy to have parking reserved. that's the plus... that's on the rider... that's gold pure and simple.

so happy with the band i'm in. all parts firing nicely... it's empowering... our recognition is and renown, of sorts, is starting to grow. we may even get the fabled timmy b back into the band...

sigh

thinking about writing songs again and starting to push the boundaries... the album cora belle will be an independent release and a limited one at that... we've began prepping and demoing the next next june star disc... it will be different and much more expensive.

thank you to people who consistently come out to shows again and again... you are so appreciated it's ridiculous...

no truly

thanks.

hello blogworld,

here it is... the 3rd attempt at something real. i suppose the real test will be of endurance rather than clever words and turns of phrases. eh?

today's subject is the apocalypse

we're studying it in a master's lit. class. oh... the apocalypse doesn't seem so bad with a trick to get out of the damnation part. there's no secret like faith. for certain this time. revelations is surreal... several parts of animals sewn together to create a creatures of horror... heroic beasts with seven eyes. reminds me of prom.

music is good
june star getting great shows and air play. andrew, me, solo is going well too... becoming more comfortable with the new tunes from "wolves." how do i get to somewhere next? what level do i rise or sink to? who would listen and buy my albums.

nyc looks attractive... another good experience at banjo jims with great peoples like brian wheat...

my wife took pictures. emily fan took video... i look great in dark lighting.

sigh

pour house asks me to play.

more some time later.

grimm

Pancho and Lefty

hey there... watching the townes van zandt movie... brings up a few questions about artisits...

that same old idea about the artist and the addiction... just don't seem to see how folks can write all hammered up on stuff... those two worlds are mutually exclusive for me... altered states make for altered art. I guess... don't think the philosophy thing really makes too much for good blogging... the blog the blog the blog... my blog should star Steve McQueen.

It would be better...

bye for now

Morning

hello,

it's the fourth of july... i'm not totally sure how i feel about the whole celebration thing... i've been feeling fairly low about the u.s. foreign policy and quite frankly for the first time i'm feeling pretty unsure about the future... i read about the north korean reaction to our preemptive missle strike and their threat of a nuclear war... not a cause for a celebration.

lately i have started to realize my own sentimentality that i've been carrying around for years... and years...

fourth of july was spent in the schaeffer's backyard eating hotdogs. it still seems fuzzy and defined at the same time, i still remember the green in the grass being darker than what i was used to but i can't remember whether they had a pool or not; but for sure, if they had a pool it was above ground. after the picnic of sorts we would be going over to bel air high school and watching the fireworks go off... pretty great stuff... if you ask me... that seems so far away now... a distant planet that can only be seen by the negative space it creates or by some cryptic math problem that guarantees its exsistence.

creepy...

I miss being okay...

see you

televisions

hello

this is my second attempt to work the blog field. i have not figured out the truth behind the hype of blogging but will make the best of it as i can.

lately songs have been coming quickly to me and i'm writing more and beginning the recording process... click ffwd... play/record... check one check one.

the new guitar: grestch duo jet... great and new pick up to be purchased and dropped in the bridge position.

new lyrics wrote for Seth and Nancy

and of all the seasons that i've seen
like early autumn sun sinking through the trees
i can trace your foot steps through the frost
with a map of your heart i ain't ever lost

even if the stars in the sky
won't form a line
i can close my eyes
and get back home

like a candle on the table waiting to burn
and straight away roads end in a curve
late at night i listen to you breathe
so in love i can barely sleep

even if the stars in the sky
they won't form no lines
i'll close my eyes
and get back home

will anyone read this blog if i never advertise it?

let's see.

Andrew

http://www.junestar.com
http://www.andrewgrimm.com