Thursday, September 13, 2012

If It Weren't For the Wrong, All Would Be Right in the World

I don't even know where to begin. In the last 6 weeks I've been to 14 states, played two dozen shows, written 17 songs, met some incredible performers, got $2 from (and had a conversation with) Lionel Richey, broke both thumbnails, and have been in more fights than I have in the (combined) year plus that I've lived in a truck. 

I started a blog with all of my lyrics. If you're into my music, you should check it out and follow it. It's called There are links to YouTube clips and other such hidden gems as well

I met a new producer the other day. We've been tossing around the idea of recording a new EP. Maybe 5 or 6 songs in a well produced, minimalist sort of way. I'd love to track another record. I'd do one ever 6 months if I had the resources. I'm thinking 1924, Holding Bloody Hands, Who Cries Over Dead Spiders, Redemption?, and Audrey Hepburn Would'a Loved Me for this one? Let me know if you have any suggestions for songs you'd like to hear on it. There are too many songs I'd like to record...maybe I'll do Maybe It Will All Make Sense When We're Grown...I don't know...maybe Sink! Sink!...

Ellipses after an exclamation point look weird.

What stream of consciousness I've written in.  I keep staring at this girl with Texas-large hair at the table across from me. She probably thinks she's beautiful.  She probably thinks that I think that she's beautiful. I think that she thinks too much and needs to think about calming her hair down and think about looking presentable before thinking about being beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder - but in her case the beholder can't get past the huge, monster tall, space monkey hair that's breeding on top of her tiny little mouse sized head. I bet her head is normal sized beneath that monstrosity of cannibalistic self indulgence. I should go talk to her. Did you see what I just did? I made a joke about her being able to speak english instead of the Jupiter strange language spoken in whatever black abyss she fell from.

I think I played one of the most fun shows of my life in Indianapolis last night. My shows for the weekend had been canceled, so I found a last minute gig and had an amazing time. Great PA, awesomely responsive crowd and got to meet some really cool guys; one of which managed to keep up with (and often surpass) me in a conversation about the Clash, Guthrie and Dylan. He even gave me a dollar for a CD that I'd given him for free. 

If it weren't for the wrong, all would be right in the world...

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