hold on to your hats
today is such a refreshed culmination of a friday. i feel like all kinda squishy good because everything around me is new and possible.
for instance, the mailbox of my phone. yes i know i know, a lot of times it runneth over, and is full for awhile, and can't take messages. that is because a)i'm a sentimental freak that doesn't want to delete really good messages that say good stuff b)i don't like to have the thing attached to my hip 24/7 like one of those corporate whores, you know with the pleated khakis and the little belt clip for both cell and pager, who looks at digitized 3/4' screens more than the sky or the faces of those around him c)sometimes cellphones are posessed by satan d)sometimes they fill up e)but a lot of times i talk on em. BUT i found that this little piece of handydandy RadioShack tomfoolery that jon got when we were in seattle can hook into the laptop and provide ANOTHER bank on which to store messages, so there's all this space. and that is JUST what my day feels like.
so maybe you've read it on the site or whatnot, but that Wammie awards night was a crazy unexpected huge success. not only did i walk around all night with a banana, and pause to meet and get a card from every kind of person involved with music imagineable, to people who make the jerk chicken for the people who run cables for the reggae bands to people who write commercial jingles for local tire salesmen to big industry reps and talent agents, but i won the biggest award that they give from my perspective- 'songwriter of the year'. and the award looks fancy shmancy too, like a gold record or something. i'm stoked.
and i played at the event, with timbo-delux on bass and kick drum and adam on cello, and i did the guitar snare hi-hat thing too, and even tho there was a lot of raucous hi-fidelity shmoozing going on in the room, it was a really good performance of my grecian urn. dill was out there recording, and hopefully we can get it all laid out and good to go for listening. anyway, there're pics of all of that on the site.
i was just at the state theatre again last night, when we went to see some o my biggest inspirations, dada, play that same stage. they played for like 2 &1/2 hours and delivered us all reassurance and belief in the potential of power trio r'n'r. gurly has to be one of my very fave guitarists. EVA... hold fingers in appropriate positions.
hmm. someone needs to make a casserole. it's casserole weather. and the cherry trees are just about to break open and declare that it's time for what made all the men dance around in skivvies playing flutes in the old days. spring be right around the corner. holla.
i'm about to soon head south for a lil clean writing, fun, and 404 goodness. it's been some time, and i feel a lil cooped up and stationary here. maybe there are some attics or some guestrooms with some space. i don't need much. just a lil place with some sunshine. i have some studiotime booked and ?mark from y.o.u. is gonna throw down with the tunes.
i was thinking about how jedis deflect the bullets with the lightsabers and wondering why the allied forces didn't invent machines that fired in triangle patterns of 3 at them, in positions that a single lightsaber beam could not deflect all at the same time. i would make a mean evil guy. good thing i don't have to.
i hope all is grand this way and that with yas, bc it is carnival time. and you know what that means to the vernal equinox-based calender..
diel live, hitting you with knowledge, and bass
i think before d.c. i had never shovelled snow. but now i know that it is absolutely neccesary for any able-bodied men of a house/dwelling to do it in order to remain in good standing with the neighborhood and not be gossiped about and snarled at as a member of a snowy-sidewalked household. yes i'm sure my form is bad. i am quite sure i don't have that new england follow-through to my toss. but i got winded dammit. that counts.
i've been trying to let my head stay alive and awake thru this wintery cabin cave formula for depression. and so every now and then a starbucks or whatnot will be visited. but i really have to say, what is this 'gold coast blend' they are trying to pander to us these days? it's pretty much the taste equivilant of sticking your face in a rhinoceros' ass. why do they want us to drink this stuff? couldn't they just keep the 'holiday blend' all year? oh, it's polish-american week: HOLIDAY BLEND! wow, look it happens to be national gate-welder's day: HOLIDAY BLEND!
and here's another piece of advice for just casually checking your watch, taking a yawn, and then STICKING IT TO THE MAN. next time you have that grande cup of regular old 2 dollar coffee around, finish that baby off and DON'T THROW IT AWAY! oh no. keep it in your car, or by the door, or wherever, but the next time you need a cup o joe, take that cup, walk into starbuck's and get a 50 cent refill. and the next time you want coffee, get a 50 cent refill. and the nex... you see there's the loophole my friends, you should only be paying 50 cents for every cup of coffee you have until the gilmore girls is in its 17th season. oooh, my website is gonna be the source for all this controversial underground traffic, where people go for alternative knowlege, and the boss walks by.. quick, MINIMIZE THAT DANIELLEEMUSIC. don't want him to know what kind of dissenter you are.
i must have you know, my people of the webmusicenlightenment, that i am at the very brink of being through garnering material for the new LIVE DL cd. it will be out before you know it, and it will have all kinds of configurations of band/solo, venue, mood, condition of voice, type of guitar, etc.. the thing is, i want it to be kind of a cross section of what makes this stuff work, of how it keeps bubbling up fresh and different every time, and it will be like a box of snowflakes.
played that JJ gig with jon carroll, and he was hoppin all over them keys. super inspiring, and both he and his son know how to cook, but the thing is, they as well know the virtue of subtlety. they know its strengths. whick is where the best virtuosity comes in.
i had a hell of a battle with the 12-string. i am starting to think that many strings is just unnatural. i mean, it took me more than an hour to string it. i poured all this love into it, and then it bit me in the bee-hind like an untamed dog. slipped all out of tune in the middle of my first song like some godawful piece of dung strung up in the back alleys of ghana or something. so i just dropped it on the floor. enough of that.
but what gave an extra layer of intensity and excitement was the fact that i've been playin with this bass player, tim. and he is just wonderful. he also is willing to play the kick drum at the same time, while i do my normal guitar and foot accompaniment things. essentially we will be sounding like a trio. but we are two. it is amazing. watch out and check your blood pressure too.
i will be playin at the Wammie awards (WAMA is washington area music association) at the state theatre which is a very big deal. we're gonna do it up right with both tim bass maestro and adam on the cello.
i finished my commissioned painting of ron's drum. it surprised me and hopefully not him too much on how very long it took. but it will be seen all around town, and he was explicit about how he wanted my name at the bottom. i hope it will do nicely.
otherwise i haven't been truly the best at the aforeposted task of keeping in good touch, but i am trying. now i see why crazy graph organized ocd people have something going. but i am me. and hopefully that's a bit of why we even have this relationship.