I saw in the news today a few things ("I read the news today oh boy") - John Lennon's tooth is for sale- for auction, San Francisco is trying to ban nudity in restaurants- I didn't even know that nudity was legal in San Francisco, just as long as you're not in a "state of arousal." Though the city is trying to make it a law to at least put a towel or sheet down before sitting down. Paul McCartney wrote a vegetarian cookbook, or had others write it for him. I also read some other weird things, such as Napoleon Bonaparte's, or Napoleon's Bonaprivateparts, were once upon a time mummified and sold for several thousand dollars, and later the owner was supposedly offered 100 grand and turned it down. Other random stuff- Lindsay Lohan may be getting naked for Playboy (I only hear about her, I've never even seen one of her movies), something about JLo crying about something, a body found in a freezer may be a missing woman, Jennifer Aniston was making rumors about rumors, Muammar Gadhaffi buried in some secret location, man stuck in baby swing, Queen Elizabeth was mooned, Steven Tyler was injured in shower (I didn't bother to click on hardly any of these). This is just what's going on that you can see in the online headlines. But it'll hang on this screen a bit longer than these flashing headlines- and here it becomes history instead of news. My friend's ex-girlfriend moved out and he changed the locks, she's blocking his calls and texts and he's always able to step out and look at everything objectively and realizes that life is always an ongoing story of some sort- but now he comes home to some badged officials tracking her down for some reason- no one's sure what the full story is- they may be on her trail due to illegal ordering of pharmaceutical drugs, but it's an ongoing mystery. I often get very behind on the news and it was only a day later when we all went out to dinner with someone in the army who was getting ready to be deployed to Kuwait for a year that I found out through him, "The good news is the Iraq War is over now." "What? When did that happen?" "They announced it a couple of days ago." Why hadn't I heard yet? Why were there no celebrations? Is it because no one believes it? I was probably celebrating anyway, knowing me.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Already Given This 30 Minutes Of Nothingness That Is Time
So there's some electromagnetic pulse that radiates from my body
that interferes with electronics and jumbles up their senses and just
wi-fries everything, perhaps it is because I'm actually just too human
and I'm not meant to be part of the machine- I go kicking and screaming
so many mornings when forcing myself to oil and grease the gears of this
Machine World. The emanation from my being is actually my brother's
problem, and the whole thing was his idea.
Just stopping at a Barnes & Noble for a split second to send out a letter,
it turned out the place had blocked the wall sockets so many laptops and
devices had died, and I was amused to see a great many of people writing
in notebooks and reading real books. However, the connection didn't
work there, so I left, even if making a Tuesday point to no one else but myself.
So now we got it going. In a haste to go do some recording tonight.
And, I have text messages now again, for the first time in some years.
At one point, I just turned them off, for I was getting so many messages of
even just jibberish (some of the kind of people I know) that one month my
bill was about the cost of rent for a humble apartment (lucky I was homeless-
do those words even work? not for money) and gas and food and phone bill
was my rent- so they were gone- but now, due to reasons, as things are usually
due to reasons, unless you hang out with Nothing Unreal until past dawn sometimes,
text messages are back on now. I've come across several people who realized they
were having a one-sided conversation with themselves and called me on it after some
days, and then I realized that perhaps I've lost some friends in the past thinking I'm a
no reply. Possible, probably not, though.
I waited for 10-15 minutes to speak to a person on the phone who was trying
to overcharge me 20 bucks a month at first, then down to 10. I said no, someone
else just last week told me what the price was. They didn't know shit.
I went to the store and the phone guy hooked me up in one minute.
I don't want to get all hung up on phones, though, so i'm hanging up for tonight,
and I'll call you next week, and we'll hang out some more.
that interferes with electronics and jumbles up their senses and just
wi-fries everything, perhaps it is because I'm actually just too human
and I'm not meant to be part of the machine- I go kicking and screaming
so many mornings when forcing myself to oil and grease the gears of this
Machine World. The emanation from my being is actually my brother's
problem, and the whole thing was his idea.
Just stopping at a Barnes & Noble for a split second to send out a letter,
it turned out the place had blocked the wall sockets so many laptops and
devices had died, and I was amused to see a great many of people writing
in notebooks and reading real books. However, the connection didn't
work there, so I left, even if making a Tuesday point to no one else but myself.
So now we got it going. In a haste to go do some recording tonight.
And, I have text messages now again, for the first time in some years.
At one point, I just turned them off, for I was getting so many messages of
even just jibberish (some of the kind of people I know) that one month my
bill was about the cost of rent for a humble apartment (lucky I was homeless-
do those words even work? not for money) and gas and food and phone bill
was my rent- so they were gone- but now, due to reasons, as things are usually
due to reasons, unless you hang out with Nothing Unreal until past dawn sometimes,
text messages are back on now. I've come across several people who realized they
were having a one-sided conversation with themselves and called me on it after some
days, and then I realized that perhaps I've lost some friends in the past thinking I'm a
no reply. Possible, probably not, though.
I waited for 10-15 minutes to speak to a person on the phone who was trying
to overcharge me 20 bucks a month at first, then down to 10. I said no, someone
else just last week told me what the price was. They didn't know shit.
I went to the store and the phone guy hooked me up in one minute.
I don't want to get all hung up on phones, though, so i'm hanging up for tonight,
and I'll call you next week, and we'll hang out some more.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Post- Apocketoflips
Continuation from wherever this was left off, leaving you hanging out
on a cliff (I wouldn't do that)-
Schemes of new album orchestrations and malfunctions are now
underway. Several tracks have now been recorded and now I (we)
are stacking tracks like Jenga and hoping it won't fall down in a
trainwreck (not Bloody likely). I'm from Oklahoma, but I'll say
"bloody" anyway. OK, not UK.
October and November are the two months of the year when I'm
alive- the rest of the year I'm dead and speaking from the grave. Don't
take that literally- In January, February, I'm stranded and freezing.
In March, I'm being born, in April, I'm learning, May, I'm loving but
running from tornadoes and other deathly gestures, June, July, August,
I'm melting but returning to my origin in a pool of cool- Sept. I'm leaving,
Oct., Nov. I'm alive, Dec. I'm indoors by a fire waiting to die and be
reborn and repeat the cycle, making plans and living and dying in the
moment.
So Falltime is recordingtime and I hope to have a new album soon-
It's already been 5 months since we put out Make Out The Sound- 5 months
is too long- forever ago! (All of the world is a joke, especially the music world,
taking itself seriously)
Why do musicians become obsessed with recording their music? There's songs
from the vaults waiting to have some light and fresh air shed on them as well as new
ones, that have never been performed with anyone or properly produced, and now
that is the motion put forth. However, no stress in the end as far as recording- Mozart,
Beethoven, Bach, all of these fellows never recorded music, did they?
I've been driving through these spread-out American cities from OKC to L.A. and
all around the west, and I'm longing for an Old World city to walk around with windy
little roads and alleys and curves and loops to go get lost. Let's start building more
American New World cities like these old time cities and walk around- at least a few
more over here this way. It can take three hours easy to go 10 miles in L.A. and most
of these cars you look at jampacked along the road have one person in them. And I
look at the Hollywood sign and I think oh it's a foggy morning then I realize no, this
is smog- the Smog of your Dreams. Smog Magic.
We got a parking ticket there, but since I'm contesting it for no extra fee (playing dumb), it has a 90 day hold on it. Before, I've called places and asked if I could have my parking ticket expunged, because there wasn't a sign you could readily read, and abracadabra it worked, a few times.
Some things come in threes, or clusters, because we were at a house party briefly and though it wasn't me, one of us saw W. Lips sitting on the back porch and thought, what a poser, trying to look like him, and as it turned out it was him. So a few blocks down, we decided that was enough, and we went back to ask him if he really was Wayne Brady? Didn't we see you on Whose Line Is It Anyway? But he was gone. Vamoose. Then we were, too, and none of us were any of us anymore exactly like we were before.
on a cliff (I wouldn't do that)-
Schemes of new album orchestrations and malfunctions are now
underway. Several tracks have now been recorded and now I (we)
are stacking tracks like Jenga and hoping it won't fall down in a
trainwreck (not Bloody likely). I'm from Oklahoma, but I'll say
"bloody" anyway. OK, not UK.
October and November are the two months of the year when I'm
alive- the rest of the year I'm dead and speaking from the grave. Don't
take that literally- In January, February, I'm stranded and freezing.
In March, I'm being born, in April, I'm learning, May, I'm loving but
running from tornadoes and other deathly gestures, June, July, August,
I'm melting but returning to my origin in a pool of cool- Sept. I'm leaving,
Oct., Nov. I'm alive, Dec. I'm indoors by a fire waiting to die and be
reborn and repeat the cycle, making plans and living and dying in the
moment.
So Falltime is recordingtime and I hope to have a new album soon-
It's already been 5 months since we put out Make Out The Sound- 5 months
is too long- forever ago! (All of the world is a joke, especially the music world,
taking itself seriously)
Why do musicians become obsessed with recording their music? There's songs
from the vaults waiting to have some light and fresh air shed on them as well as new
ones, that have never been performed with anyone or properly produced, and now
that is the motion put forth. However, no stress in the end as far as recording- Mozart,
Beethoven, Bach, all of these fellows never recorded music, did they?
I've been driving through these spread-out American cities from OKC to L.A. and
all around the west, and I'm longing for an Old World city to walk around with windy
little roads and alleys and curves and loops to go get lost. Let's start building more
American New World cities like these old time cities and walk around- at least a few
more over here this way. It can take three hours easy to go 10 miles in L.A. and most
of these cars you look at jampacked along the road have one person in them. And I
look at the Hollywood sign and I think oh it's a foggy morning then I realize no, this
is smog- the Smog of your Dreams. Smog Magic.
We got a parking ticket there, but since I'm contesting it for no extra fee (playing dumb), it has a 90 day hold on it. Before, I've called places and asked if I could have my parking ticket expunged, because there wasn't a sign you could readily read, and abracadabra it worked, a few times.
Some things come in threes, or clusters, because we were at a house party briefly and though it wasn't me, one of us saw W. Lips sitting on the back porch and thought, what a poser, trying to look like him, and as it turned out it was him. So a few blocks down, we decided that was enough, and we went back to ask him if he really was Wayne Brady? Didn't we see you on Whose Line Is It Anyway? But he was gone. Vamoose. Then we were, too, and none of us were any of us anymore exactly like we were before.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
3 Weeks and 6,000 Miles of Bug Guts
Got back some days ago from that home on wheels.
An episode yesterday (I'm attempting to write these earlier
in the week now so everything isn't rushed and pressured),
and this I didn't realize until after I was in the parking lot:
I had 2 encounters with 2 famous Wayne's in 6 days.
Looked up in a coffee shop and there was Wayne Coyne of
the Flaming Lips almost sitting next to me, talking to some googly-eyed girl.
A few feet away, he stirred his coffee and went on his merry
way. We looked at each other for a second, and I'd been
debating about introducing myself, or what I'd have to say, but
schmoozing's not really my specialty, so I just said an old-fashioned
"How's it going?" but he didn't seem to hear me, maybe all those loud concerts.
Or maybe he did and replied and I didn't hear him.
I met with Matt McCleary after this on a patio cafe, and he laughed aloud
and said it sounded like a SNL skit. "So you didn't say anything a second time
because you feel stupid."
The other one was Wayne Brady on his Hollywood game show, Let's
Make A Deal. Something about Wayne Brady, when you mention his name,
people just chuckle. McCleary said I should've asked Wayne Coyne, "Hey,
are you Wayne Brady?"
Close encounters of the third kind- close encounters of the Weird Kind.
A few days later I ran across him again.
Oops. Time is precious and short- I'm writing a story right now and also working
on a new album. I'm hoping to do 2 albums a year.
A few days later I ran across him again.
Oops. Time is precious and short- I'm writing a story right now and also working
on a new album. I'm hoping to do 2 albums a year.
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