And I Have Been

It's catch up section. I guess I checked in late last week?
Friday night after work Shitting Glitter headed to Vincent Free Sound studio, joined there by a founding member, Mag Edwards, a vocal harmony for the song Grady was recorded. Mag doesn't count me as a friend anymore, and never will, she proved here mettle Friday night in placing herself before someone she does not trust for the sake of expression. I am glad she did, the song better for it, as am I and hopefully so is she.
Friday Night turned very long, I stayed up late finishing guitar for Static Cling and a possible intro for Mondo Di Corpo. I also had to go through all the track assignments and make note of where everything was.
Saturday morning Amy and I still had not slept, I was taking notes and Amy was finishing up the last of the words for the song The Amnesty Party. We took a break for coffee and Amy returned to finish the album. Relief is not yet in scope.
At 1:00pm Devin arrived and we loaded up in Amy's car for the long drive to Malibu, which wasn't that long.
Hoagie had warned us not to expect the usual Malibu glamour, and later commented that he may be the poorest property owner in Malibu, but I never expected to be confronted with the splendor that is Seamonster Sounds. Just pulling down the driveway, which overlooks the ocean unobstructed I found my self inspired. The initial tour of the grounds proved to be just as breath taking, there is for lack of better description a feeling about the place. I was full on giddy.
immediately I was impressed by Hoagie, his competence is apparent, and I found the studio to be soothing and capable environment. We worked for nearly six hours straight, and transferred 13 songs for Free Alongside Ship. A few tiny issues came up, but they were all dealt with simply and efficiently. The biggest and only lasting issue was entirely my fault, and I have now learned a lesson about input levels in the Digital Medium, some major clipping occurs on some tracks, this is something we do not wish to force on the listener, I do regret that Hoagie himself will have to spend more time fixing my mistakes.
We called it a day around 9:00 and headed back into the land of the weird, stopping at a hillside fast food restaurant to nourish our body's on the way home. We were all pretty excited, except for Amy who was basically asleep, but I am sure her dreams were warm.
Saturday night was wonderful delirious sleep, hours stacked on hours, maybe the best sleep I've had in months now that the album has crossed a line and turned a corner and found it's way safely though a little worn for the wear in someone else's hands.
Sunday was crazy.
Amy and Brandon had celebration on the mind. We had bagels at our favorite Noah's, the world is always so possible when it's warm and sunny there, I can't stop myself from sitting in optimism at all the thoughts then and now bouncing off the inside of my boney skull.
We begin our Sunday Celebration in a questionable manor, seeking out what to some are strange forms of delight, but old friends to a pair like we. A long and extreme day spent wandering our city, ending up in our old neighborhood talking to certain bartenders we used to know.
All was about to end, as we sat on the floor talking, when for some reason Amy begins proving that she can in fact forge still perfectly her mother and father's signatures, I am intrigued to see a dead man's named, scrawled nearly in his own hand, when it occurs to me I've never seen a thing he written, I ask Amy is she has anything, she does. The letters he wrote, in the months before he died.
I will not inflict upon an online blog the contents of those letters, there is no need and I'd be cheap to try. We cried and cried, I had no idea before what it really must have been like to be Amy at that time, and now all I can claim from the experience is that I at least have an idea, it's not full but I can see it and for a while I felt it.
We really didn't sleep again Sunday night. My eyes were closed when the alarm peeled, I hated leaving. It was so early. I pulled myself out of the house and boarded a bus, getting off the coffee store on Hollywood, where I generally take in my liquid breakfast. Usually the place is empty except for a high school aged girl who is there nearly every morning speaking to the employees, today not even she is there. I slide to the counter and order a great deal of caffeine in a small iced cup. As I pay the high school girl fixture runs into the store and nearly clobbers the counter.
"I graduate today!"
It was a strange and shocking announcement, and I could tell the coffee employee was shocked and sad.
I received my beverage and walked into the slightly warm empty morning. Passing the Chinese Theater on the opposite side I chance to see them removing some signage. A large banner for the latest Batman movie is being pulled from left to right on two large cables, crumpling into a ball at the end, I watch the second word of the title collapse on itself and I can't help but feel like I get it, that word, "Begins".

Move to the country

It's been a no week here in my blogging land. I have been a bit distracted and just have not felt up to task. Today I'm pretty good. I had my usual friday morning MP3 jam session, blasting out some rather nice tunes here before work. Really enjoung this one song by a band named Tiefschwarz, the song is called "Warning Siren". Fun!
The album tracking must be done by noon on Satruday. We are set to be in Malibu at 2 p.m. to transfer the recordings to Hoagie @ Seamonster Sounds. I'm so nervous. I remember a qoute from Trent Rezner, or rather I vaguely Remember a qoute that said something to the effect that working on music with someone is like showing them your asshole, I agree with him, there ain't much you can hide behind when your bent over with your fingers pulling apart your cheeks. It is totally necessary to take this big leap of faith, to put money and pride on the line for a chance at the idea...

All I have to do is Dream a little Dream

Strange dreams last night as I drifted in the ether, all related to Shitting Glitter. The first dream found Devin, Amy and I all sitting around on a bed, up for apparently several days and full of many illicit substances. I believe this dream was set in the future...
As we sat there totally incapable of making much sense our record company came to our door. They were not very happy with us but they seemed a little bit scared to be mean. It kind of felt like being in a Day Care. They wanted answers on our new album, they brought out a huge chalk board and wanted to write out a tentative track list. I got out my notebook and tried to help. I was so fucked up, I was astonished to find that there were not many songs ready to go, I was panicked. I got the feeling we were way past due on the project we owed them and that they were not going to take anymore shit from us about it. I was making up song titles on the spot for them. I then drifted on.
The next dream took place around an out of town rehearsal. I recall driving south with Dylan and Amy, realizing that Devin was not going to be there at all. Also that we had no keyboards or drum machines. I dropped them off and went to get something to keep the beat. Upon returning to the car I noticed the door was open and that my amp had been removed. Just then a man with a gun came back for my guitar. I was pissed. He pointed the gun at me and made clear his intention of keeping my guitar. As luck would have it, I had the number for the sheriff of West Hollywood programmed into my cell phone, while the man pointed the gun at me I called it. He was not scared when he thought I was dialing 911, but when he heard me speak to the WeHo sheriff he totally freaked and split, leaving behind my equipment. I got to hand it to our local sheriff, they pull some weight. I missed the entire rehearsal.
The third dream had our band on stage setting up for a show. We were late and we did not care. We were all talking and mingling with each other while the crowd looked on expecting us to do something. Finally everyone was ready except for me, I looked around for my gear and realized I didn't have it all. I ended up just rigging something and calling it good. I remember being excited to hear what it would sound like but something woke me up.

Buy More Records

What we did and Didn't do has lead about something that rather depresses me. I have such an intense dissatisfaction with the way the current music industry runs, I am always more than tempted to run around and pull out all the ties and let slip the anarchy. I have often allowed myself to dip freely into the mp3 hand basket and cull forth whatever nugget I found reasonably needed. The article which follows brings to light one very sad fact of our brave new industry, and my above mentioned dipping represents in part my guilt for things that maybe didn't help. The record store in this article is the only record store that mattered to me. I am not saying matter lightly, I mean in the beginning there was GB Records and Tapes, and it was good. I come from a small town in western Kansas, my chances of having been exposed to decent music were very slim, and my chances of having that music available in pre-internet era where basically 2 in 1,000. I was blessed to live near GB Records and Tapes. It started with my brother, who spent hours there, who new the alphabet how it corresponded to pop artists. I joined in my own time, a little later and just as strange. Looking through the N section because I had no idea when people released music, and I always thought there may be a new Nine Inch Nails record. Mike and Gary at GB were always there, always subtle in their nudging, and always aware of what the customer was into. They would lead gently not by some ego driven need to turn young folks onto their wonderful taste, but because they Loved music and wanted everyone to feel that. I feel that love of music, and they are no small part of the foundation it's built upon. I'm going to miss GB, but I am not going to feel too guilty. I am angry at the industry today, because I believe they shoulder the biggest part of the blame, not the independent record store and not the music fan. I feel bad for the young people of Hays, Kansas, who is going to tell them which Bob Dylan album to buy first? Who is going to tell them when it's time they give London Calling a listen? The internet can help but it's not the same. It does not smell of incense. There is not the music someone else chose playing through a hi fi in the back ground. Web windows do not make the sound that cds make when you are flipping through them remembering almost all of them from the last time through, just looking for that one new thing.
GB Gone
The University Leaderfhsuleader@gmail.com
The era of independent music in Hays is about to meet an ignominious demise. Downtown’s GB Records will shutter its doors around this June 30 and serve its music-loving public no more.
GB Records first burst onto the Hays scene in the early ‘80s when its first storefront was opened on the Hays Mall. It served as the community stop for musical refreshment at that location for five years before making the transition to its longest running home at 10th and Main Street in historic downtown. Since then GB has served as a hub for local bands to sell some records and collectors to get that one elusive LP.
The GB manager, Mike Ferguson, explained that they chose to set their closing date near the July 31 end of the fiscal year. The midsummer closing will also leave storeowners time to perform any renovations that are needed over the summer.
But the era of the music store in Hays will end and end soon. The closing of GB is likely to leave a void in the character of Hays, as it is the last true record store.
“I won’t find another place like this to come; I’m going to miss the pleasure of coming in and listening to the music,” said Ferguson. “I think the thing that most people are going to miss is the expertise [of our staff]-we know our shit!”
Ferguson fondly muses on his time at GB while vintage Elton John wafts over the store speakers. “That’s what is probably the most fun about working here, is when somebody comes in and asks for something particular and we say ‘Yeah’ and put it on for them ‘cause you know you have it. That’s fun.”
Over the last five years, business at the store has fallen by more than half. “We’re still in the black, it’s just that business keeps falling,” said Ferguson.
The decline in the store’s profits can be attributed to the same two factors that have coalesced over the past few years to severely challenge a majority of our nation’s independent music stores.
Wal-Mart has cut a swath of bankruptcies and closings of small businesses. Its large inventory and ability to sell products at warehouse prices have served to undercut many an independent store’s clientele. However, major damage wasn’t done by Wal-Mart until the late ‘90s when it moved to its new supercenter location north of I-70.
“[People] flock to Wal-Mart like maggots to a dead roast,” said Ferguson. Now people can merely get off the interstate, get all they need there and get back onto the interstate without having to even glimpse the stone Hays sign.
The final death knell of independent music arrived with the phenomenon of free music downloading, which in itself has been responsible for a large portion of the steady drop-off in GB’s sales.
Ferguson commented on statistics about this trend, “The general public, by a 2-to-1 margin, think there’s nothing wrong with copying copyrighted material…among younger people that rises to 4-to-1.”
This has led to a fundamental change in the way the music industry sells music and the way people buy it. “The percentage of college students who buy music has declined, as opposed to downloading. Especially now that downloading is legal song by song…you can totally bypass the old network.
“The majority of college students do not support independent stores; you’re a generation that by-and-large shops at Wal-Mart,” said Ferguson. Unfortunately, his statement proves to be true for the majority of college students.
Since the 1960s, Hays has seen a gradual gravitation of commercial businesses away from the downtown district and out to the Vine Street corridor.
In the ‘60s, downtown businesses were fueled by a student population without cars who were forced to walk. As the percentage of students with cars exploded over the course of the ‘70s and the ‘80s, undergraduates found it easier to use the five to 10 minutes that would be spent looking for downtown parking to drive up to Vine and its guaranteed spaces.
Because of this, “Anyone who is doing retail downtown is fighting hard,” said Ferguson. “It’s been a long run and we have lasted much longer than other similar stores in small towns. I’m surprised we have lasted this long.
“I don’t want to give the impression that the college hasn’t been a very good thing. Without the college, this store would have probably never been here. Right up to the present, we have always employed at least one college student, sometimes two or three back in the good old days.”
All the good times are soon to be over for the GB Records manager, and he leaves the readers with a farewell, “Thanks for the support that we have had from the college, and for the rest of you, buy independent!”

Nights with the Devil

I am so very proud... This was a weekend of utter silly. I am not really much for taking care of my self some times. We began the debauchery around 5:45 pm, and it ended sometime late last night. Amy and I actually woke up on the sidewalk near our home, wondering how long we had been there and why... I don't know if anyone has the answer to this question. I don't know that I want to know.
It was a long strange journey. We had a party at Devin and Dylans home, then we had a backrub on their porch at 7:00 a.m., we made a new friend, who's luck didn't show up to help her through Saturday.
Sunday was just darling. The parade was wonderful, the gay was everywhere. The festival was a trip of trying to hold tight to the Amy leash.
I am tired, I am not worth a great deal today. I am in a strange way not very bothered by my lack of ability to think.
hmm....

Happy Blog Day! Or how even I can keep a journal for a year if I'm are being paid to do it

It all goes in circles. The first entry in my blog, one year ago today was all about getting over a hang over. Today I am not so much hung over as I am exhausted. I was up till something like 3:30 last night. The alarm sounding at 6:45 was not fun.
It has been fun writing down whatever stupid things come into my mind, and I hope I can continue to do it. Next year on the blog birthday I think poor Dan will have to get the hard copy.
And now a few last words to Jason.
So that is that, a year in the life vaguely described by a humble office manager. There were some high points and some low points, but in the interest of truth I must say I think the extreme low and the extreme highs were more alluded to then struck head on. It ain't all roses, but it ain't all a stocking full of coal. We wake up, we work, we eat and dream, it's all in a hard day's life.
Think hard about that Jason folk/country album, that sounds like a real winner to me.

I think I'll end this here year with a poem, and like most of my poems it could be about nothing, of course I don't know yet, because I'm still typing the intro.

Main course fry flies have wings that cut glass, shards of flutter falling in spiral symptoms, we are all the stricken with a cure to tough to take, to pure for that type of delusion, all pancakes piled high, all lights lead to here, you get the picture I get the negative, elect to office of opposite, and remember the darkest places hide the most excitement, unless you feel otherwise then it's all good anyway.

I guess I was really not up to that.
I'm going to call it a year, I'm really tired. There is a lot of tired in this blog.

Another Life of no Sleep

Member that song Jason? By Chem Lab? Chemical Halo? I was remembering that one the other night, hence the title of the post, that and preparation for a long gay pride weekend. We have submitted ourselves to Kansas City's Gay pride this year, so we might be coming again to your town to play. That would be fun huh?
How are you today? I bet you are grumpy because it's early in the morning. Tee hee!
I am a little tiny bit hung over today. Last night our friend Robert had a birthday so we all went out to dinner at a place called Todai, which is Japanese for way more money than it should be. We had a lot of fun and I did get to eat a great deal of raw fish though. Then we went to a leather bar which gets converted to a lezzy bar on Wednesday nights by way of $1.25 beer, it was fun.
I'm actually having a little instant message conversation with Amy at this moment, I am switching back and forth betwixt windows. We are talking about being over drinking, that is an easy thing to talk about at 9 a.m., but more and more I seem to be thinking I am over extreme binge drinking. Wouldn't that be strange? Amy and I were just saying wouldn't it be funny if we just lost interest in the demon liquor, much like we did in pot, we both agreed that would be pretty funny. Strange enough I think it would piss some people off, I know I don't get many positive reactions on nights that I choose not to drink. Funny people huh? I bring it up just to basically as a way of saying thanks for always being supportive, of basically any decision I make or don't make, you are a good friend for that and other people could probably learn a great deal from it, I know I have.
So today should be pretty simple, I have a few items on my desk that I need to deal with, most of them things that I put off dealing with yesterday. I would say I have a good 33 minutes of work ahead of me today. Of course I am not about to go doing all that in one lump hunk, no I'll spread the love around, 5 minutes here, 1o minutes there and then save the rest for tomorrow. Tomorrow is Friday you know.
Well sir, it's almost up, one year in the blog.... Eeshka!? Who would have thought? Not me. I was as surprised as you'll probably be when you open up the large clasp envelope that has all intentions of showing up on your door next week. I wonder what you will think it is... A box of French fries? Possibly... For those of you that are not either myself or Jason you'll note that Mr. Jason once sent me a single French fry through the postal service. I did not eat that French fry, and I'm sure your wondering why, if not your probably at least a bit curios about why he sent it, if it's not at least apparent the reason why I did not choose to eat it.
Good luck today Jason, Eat the fry of life.
Buckie

Jason Station w/ A side of other stuff

Okay, still going to stick with the whole Jason theme for a bit today. As those regular readers will note we are getting ever closer to that fabulous one year old mark for Believable Needs, and that means that I am feeling a bit gooey inside, and a bit amazed at the passage of time, and it got me thinking about things and people, and of ways to celebrate this little milestone, my personal favorite being printing the entire fucking year out and mailing it to Jason, who does not often humor the internet.
So yesterday I got all emo on your ass about this character, today I'm going to try and hit it from a different angle but I gotta warn you, I'll probably just get all emo again.

When I google Jason the second entry goes to a page that begins:
Warning You Have Just Entered My Webpage
I live on a 10,000 acre farm in the middle of nowhere.
I have a cat, a horse, and 10 chickens and one verrrrry
annoying little sister, she is three years younger,
and four inches shorter. My hobbies are eating, and
riding my 4-wheeler. The only sports I play are
baseball, and softball.

This is not the Jason that I now and right about today, I only mention it because I searched him today and found this page to be hilarious. Really? How funny is that part about 4 inches shorter?

How about this entry, also about a different Jason:
CHATTANOOGA - Outside a Parisian store before sunrise Friday, Jason Rucker endured some taunts in a line of shoppers craving $15 digital cameras...

or this:

Jason Rucker has had a 70 Redfish day....

So I guess the only theme I am really hitting here by spending my time at work looking at other Jason Ruckers on Google is that there are many people named Jason Rucker, and they all do their own thing.

I might at some point in this entry start making sense, but we are this far in today with no sign of it so I guess we may face the possibility that we won't.

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Last night we dined at Basix, which was probably a bit extravagant for our actual needs but it sure was fun, I found myself a bitdisappointedd in their apple pie a la mode, which claimed to havecaramell somewhere within, none of which I was able to detect.
After the whole eating thing we indulged ourselves in a bit of laundry, then watched episode 5 of "The Wire", and passed out from being awake all day.
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Yesterday afternoon I got an email I never really expected to get. The email came from my current girlfriend's ex-girlfriend, who was still dating my girlfriend when shebecamee my girlfriend. The email was extremely well written and I'm left at a pause over how to respond, if at all.

Which reminds me of one thing, and I mention in it here because I remember it now, hold tight this really only applies to one person, and if you don't suspect it's you then skip a head to the next star, I'm sure you'll just be confused if you don't.
S.C.B.O.F., that was some fucked up shit you said to me the other day and you owe me an apology, I know that it ain't all roses but you don't get to take that kind of shit out on me, and for that infraction I want a specific apology. I apologize for not telling you this in person or in private, but I thought of it here and I don't want to dull the point.
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Okay, well... this is all a little strange. I'm thinking about deleting it. Then again, it's kind of dramatic, I think we need a big arc to finish the year off, to really give Jason a sense of the action.
I'm going to keep going with this public airing of private conversation.
Jason,
Hello, and how goes it. I guess I need to directly address this package you'vereceivedd, I am sure by now you have kind of gathered what it's all about, just a little way of saying hello, here is what I've been up to in the last year. Most of it is sillyness, and not really written for any purpose other than as my own memory aid, but I do find the idea of making you wade through the whole thing as really funny. You are a fantastic reader anyway.
I think maybe you should start yourself a journal soon, and in one year I want it. Consider that anassignmentt. Or else you could give me something else, something strange and from the heart. I would really like to hear a Jason Rucker folk/country album, allacousticc guitar and voice, recorded live onto a thrift store boom box tape deck. That would be amazing, I bet you could do that very well. Just remember to take your time, no need to rush, start small and build, but you know that, you are patient.
Thanks for everything man, I'll be in touch.
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I love you all, even when I have to demand that you apologize to me from inside my blog.

Usual Programming

I'm back again in the same day! It has been a while since I've done a double, but I really feel like impressing Jason and padding the stats, perhaps pushing my document to 100 oddly spaced pages. I am rubbing my hands together.
I have had a pretty nice morning so far. I was ultra on time which allowed me the luxury of a non-fat milk cappuccino at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf on Hollywood Blvd. I slowly drank my beverage and strolled around the deserted structure at Hollywood and Highland for about 10 minutes before I had to sink down into the underground an catch my train. My legs felt a little stiff as walked, because I have been running, yet another fact I bring up just so I can feel cool in front of Jason, who is probably also running on occasion.
I know what some of you are thinking, who oh who is this Jason and why does he get italics. He is a guy, and he gets Italics because he's my guy! And don't you wish you knew what I meant by that?
Actually Jason and I go way back, let me slip you back in time, to a simpler place...
Highschool... Jason used to live across the alley from my family, he lived there with his family, as most semi well adjusted white people from the middlewest tend to do in high school. I say that not to say people of other pigments don't' do that, just to mainly point out that we were all very white in that town, which I of course do not think is a good thing.
I never really knew Jason in any sense when he lived behind me, in fact, I do believe I only saw him mow the lawn a couple times, which is probably more than he could say for me, I was not much of a lawn mower.
It was not until after my family moved to a new home, on the street that sat next to the alley opposite Jason's family home that we became the fast friends that we became.
It was absurd things like running and music that brought us together, and even stranger things like running in the country in the middle of the night that kept us that way.
To be specific about our bonding it really all began one fine night, after one of the last cross country meets of my freshmen year. After the long bus ride home a serious of events that not even I recall led us to hang out. We went to a park near our High School, Jason had grown up in the neighborhood surrounding the park, thus Jason was privy to a bit of secret information about this very park, the location of some super hidden hideout in a dark and scary drainage tunnel. We climbed deep inside, and once inside it was pretty well sealed, deep underground, we got on and we still get on, but sadly, due to the fact that we are both married or sort of entwined, we don't get it on.
Yes, from there on in our time in Hays were was tight, we was a very small click. We ignored the people in the back seat of our cars, we rolled down the windows and we sang loud. We agreed, a lot.
I learned to read and dig it because of Jason. I learned to say "Dig It" from the man. My parents revoked my curfew due to Jason's bite sized charms, and for that alone the guy gets my gratuity. We really discovered some things together, things so varied and far reaching that you can only call them things. Just let it be said that it was great, and good, and all those things that it should be.
It all still is, not as overtly active, it's not even regular in true physical sense, but it's always there, and deep, I like it, I like those things, it's a big part and I am counting that blessing.

Prepare the Bomb Drop

I Printed out like 80 pages of this thing today in preparation for bombardment. My poor friend Jason will have to read an entire year of Buckie.
Mr. Rucker,
If you are reading this you have either skipped ahead or been a good boy. I don't imagine you as the type to ever jump over paragraphs that could contain slanderous remarks on your general character but if you have you are a trusting soul. I imagine you actually have stuck it out and read this strange package, and I'm sure you often wondered what the hell I was even talking about, or who some of these strange people are, I am afraid when I went back and read this fucking thing I often thought the same way. I guess I'm trying to say don't look for to many answers from this guy right here, he is as puzzled as the rest of me.
I've had some fun preparing a package for you, I have had to really fight the urge to send it off a little early, I'm kind of a pervert sometimes.

Circle Fruit Undo My Made Up World

Nice weekend. Devin and I recorded the last of the keyboard parts for the album, now only a flute part and some back up vocals need cut. then just a little minor editing and notation and the fucker is finished.
Tiger had his master's thesis art show this Saturday, it was a grand work on Gay Bar Bathrooms, I enjoyed attending the event, and I'm impressed as hell that he managed to finish his master's with all these distractions lying around.
Saturday Night was a long fun night, Amy and I enjoyed ourselves very much, wondering around Weho until the late hours of the night. Our morning took a nice turn when we found a wonderful review of our new cd on the internet, it inspired us to flesh out a theme and chorus for a new song, "The Apple Falls".
I'm very excited about it, I guess I always am.

I don't learn so well

Last night I was awake until around 4 am. I don't know why I do these things to myself. I am not a very smart person some times. I used to have this theory that my job didn't pay me enough to come in well rested, now I'm wondering what the logic in that was. Oh well....
Last night marked the strange return of Convicted Karaoke, this time at the fabulous Oxwood Inn. I enjoyed it very much, but it was also a little hard to deal with, it's sad that there can never be another Gold 9 Karaoke, but it's probably for the best.
I'm looking forward to (crosses fingers) finishing up tracking on the album this weekend.

I've Slept

Today appears to be Thursday, I appear to have nothing really to report.


If I added up all the headline deaths could there would there really be anybody left and if I took caution at all the causes of the concerned where could I go without feeling warned Paying attention to all that you ask leaves little instance of things I can grasp returning the favors now fills up my day and I'm left saying thank you for the bills that I pay
sick and trying
launghing tourture
have a chuckle at it
I got out my abacus and tried to make some sense of this and I ended up deciding that it doesn't

you sold me a compass and now I'm getting lost, I tried to return it but the receipt is long since tossed
I turned off my home computer and and now my home is confused

I was hoping I could just live here but there is not living room

All in the All

I feel pretty good about today. It's hump day. It's the beginning of June. I am fast approaching the one year birthday of my blog. I've lost some weight recently. I haven't been drinking. I've been running. Free Alongside Ship is wrapping up a bit, which is kind of scary in a lot of ways. I thought it was going to be so much simpler than the last album but now I can see it's turned itself into a bit of a cluster fuck, I just hope I can sort it out in time to not be embarrassed when it's turned over for mixing.
The long weekend had some very high white notes and I enjoyed hearing them.