D's Journal
thru the carolinas
so i jumped in the car with the wild enterrage i call my bretherin, otherwise known as the brilliant inventions, who are real life caricatures, and only after rain-exing cars that weren't even going this way, we took about 73 hours to get into the research triangle to play last nite. we listened to lots of twista and had way too much caffeine and stopped about 5 places to cover the neurotic dietary passions of josh and my own absolutely normal personal preferences with solidarity, and then found ourselves in the backlog of raliegh traffic with fiona singing at us with the best bitchy passion. my soundcheck took approximately 1/23rd as long as their own, and i opened the show with a couple tunes on the musical fringes that made the polite mainstreamers scratch the shining patches with decided puzzlement. i eventually found myself in pretty entertaining territory and i think we ended up with an understanding, but i promise myself tonight will be a much more immediate musical conversation between me and those who watch and drink and exist in the nightdreamdom.
josh and eliot have a great thing that they are presenting to the peoples, and i like feeling such a mutual admiration and support with such different languages. i think if our music were actual languages, mine would be french while theirs would be swahili. still, there is a thread that ties us all together, laced with love of rich chords and backbeat and self-awareness and different types of people. melanie came on up on the trip, and she's gonna go on to eliots homland n play the ben stiller role but take care not to play watervolleyball. are all his movies about fast-flying balls inflicting pain these days?
um i think the public up here on average understands the very insides of computers waay too much for their health, and they also have good carpet. i basically ended up in a house last night which hosted a two-room partyful of people, and my sleep took place upon carpet which was better than most beds or bed-substitutes upon which i normally involve rest of my own.
there were oreos in the freezer. try it. it will make you thank me in person.
anyway we will soon leave the house of the fellow who holds the record for bicycle collisions with cars. josh and i think it's a bit suspect. it's like that guy who was hit 9 times by lightning. after about the 3rd time one starts to wonder whether you're trying for it some way. anyway i think these collisions have caused the gracious hosting part of his brain to enlarge.
so it's been good to not be in my own car, even tho josh really just needs another brain to seperately handle all the worry about his outdated expiration sticker, but passenger side dj-ing and random highway entertainment is a welcome change on the road. tonite is charlotte and then we'll crash at his parents' in columbia. keep it real, homies.
back in the A-T-T-L....
i've spent some good days of just bein a lil hometown dweller here in the hot rainy south with some o just about the best company i could ask for and recovering from the pulsing heartbeat that was the release. i played a gig here in the 404 at ashton's and it was cozy, romantique, pepe la peu -style. it felt good for me because i was surrounded by a bunch of folks who came out to see me play and my posse was there. afterward we had knife fights out in the parking lot and it was the people wearing red against the people wearing blue. i felt like it was a cool new idea.
and i smell good because i found a new deoderant that excites me. i've long been trying things that don't have that alumatetrachlorideultratoxin crap that all the huge brands have that basically rots your clothes and gives you cancer and children with three legs. anyway whole foods has this jason stuff for men and i think that's me.
i've also decided that i am in on the idea that mary-kate and ashley are the anticrist. way back in our breeding we were told that there would be someone to come along who would win over the whole society and who would slowly gain power and position by not seeming like they even have power at all, and it would be the type of figure you would not expect to suspect of any ill intent whatsoever. to me this profile fits these two mistresses of evil exactly.
i think i'll fill you in on another bold new idea: we are being duped by the people who sell coffee. yes, i know you are shocked, but you heard me right- nowadays you can buy the device that makes the coffee for nine dollars and a year's supply of the little paper dams for the grinds for 1.50 and a huge tinful of many many many brews of it for like 4 bux. this constitutes a donkeyload of coffee for the price of a cd, whereas one serving of it from an institution that sells it would be a third of that cd. math, yo. but maybe i shouldn't be shouting this hype on a website for my music that is sometimes performed in these institutions. forget i said anything.
i'll be playing the limerick mic tonite for the first time in so damn long. i hope it hasn't changed. i am weary of change in the things that have been staples to me for forever. it usually signifies some other change when that happens.
i am much more content then i was a week ago. i think i just needed the right sorts of reassurance about what i have been.
six feet under is back on air. i am a mook because i am hbo-less. i don't quite know what to do. i feel as though i am in tv-prison.
rollitos are amazing. you know when you're eating doritos and you get excited when you get one that's folded over because it's just so damn much better than the others? well now they are selling WHOLE BAGS of the folded over ones.
i hope everyone is well. i'm a-playin in charlotte this weekend. should be swell. kick it, dudes.
..the show..
twas a big ole series of smileages and irritatedness considering it was an event that had been so planned out and overthought and visualized and hoped about for me. there were elements of the night that felt grandiose and warm and powerful to me and there were moments that made me sigh in that bad way. but it was as i was telling myself it was to be before it- you can only control so much, and after you have prepared all you can for some moments in life, you then have to let them just come upon you as you let them take action in time and with zen-like stillness and stature of the soul, you react to everything as only you know how. the key is to not let one bad moment spoil four future moments because you are caught up in what was bad beyond your control in the present. i guess it is like any sporting event or video game or business transaction or whatever. life is to be lived by us all, but those with focus and a sense that regret is for whiners get the whole package deal.
i was excited and grateful for all of the people that came out. at the same time i was disappointed by all of those who did not. but it's a pretty solid assumption i keep forgetting that pretty much half of the people who say they are going to come actually will. i kind of just wonder what the hell else they had going on..
anyway i've cast these little bottles out to sea and i have put my heart into them. that always is a very good feeling.
all this mini-era of preparing and working on this for me is up and it is nice to feel the afterfreedom that comes with being done. i have learned a lot about what i want to do musically and a whole new set of puzzles and explorations knock at the door of my ship.
i've loved playing host to the expanse of people who have been thru this little house of my parents. it feels gratifying that all these huge pieces of my life people-wise have come together, and in a way that has been harmonious and fun. i imagine that it could have been different. anyway bonding with people and bringing them together is a lot of what my life is even about.
now it is back to atlanta the crossroads of the old days i miss. i give my hellos to anyone who hasn't heard outta me in awhile bacause of all the busiment of late. hopefully a little coziness n space will be just the remedy.
playin the baton rouge mall..
yo i'll be doin an in-store performance at sam goody in cortana mall at 2:00 on saturday (the 5th). come get your teeny-bopper on, wear your fubu's..
br
the other day i rode all the way thru my hometown to my brother's house in my other brother's convertible, and i have decided that the only useful seats in convertibles are the front ones. they always look so sexy in the oc when they're occupied by 4 girls and two guys but i've decided they must be going like 20 mph bc my advice is if you don't call shotgun just as soon as the ride is even mentioned, you'd better have a really secure hat that droops all down over your head or rent a bubble boy costume.
i have a cool little nephew, and he's one of those tiny specimens whose main mission in life is to destroy everything around him and then laugh at even the mightiest growl of reprimand. i think he is destined to play one of those arch-rivals in some show who always has a plan to mess up the flow of normalcy and then laughs hysterically as he drives off.. i'll handle the costuming, bc i think i could find him some good arch-rival glasses.
went to a party the other nite in plantation trace, and i've decided the whole experience of a party can pretty much be keyed in by how people look at you when you walk up; this singlehandedly determines exactly how the rest of the party will fare. basically if they have that "shit we're cool, who the hell are you?" look on their face you can pretty much do the whole 180 degree turn while walking circa michael jackson move right there and use the rest of the night constructively but if they have dey hands out ready fo some skin and sayin "yo maaain, look who the hell...tell me what you drinkies, i put it in yo' pinkies" then you're set for a good night of howlin and carryin on. suffice it to say that mine was prolly somewhere in between on the chart, and i stayed for about 20 minutes generous estimate.
went to the chris leblanc/zeamon show and am glad to say that the baton rouge greats are still the baton rouge greats. clb will make you giddy he is so damn good.
and amongst all the preparations for this dynamic blowout to come, there has been the endeavor of band threads, so i went thrifting with adam and brandi. family thrift center in baton rouge is still the best. any place whose clientele can have both shades of blue hair is for me. but anyway brandi is ready to go circa 40s redness, adam and band yet to be determined, and me, well nothing beats something constructed in the 70s for an italian stallion man by his beautiful child-producing italian matriarch of a wife with otis redding playing in the background (in other words what was sewn for my ex-fiance's dad by her mom)..
anyway to get here i basically i had to drive 7 states in like a day and a half, so the recovery and solidarity of one place has been nice- i am glad to be back here, and feel as though huge walks of my existence will all come together in the next couple weeks. all i can be is me.