You're A weird Child

From Amy's Blog:
Wednesday, December 28, 2005

winning Current mood: chipper
i am one of those. A winner. A champ, champion, conquering hero, conqueror, first, hero, king, master, medal winner, medalist, number one, numero uno, prizewinner, title-holder, top dog, vanquisher, victor.i just won tickets to rob Dickinson, the private show at the friars club in Beverly hills thrown by indie 103.1. i told brandon that i was going to win them for him for christmas. i bought rob's new cd as the door prize until i could come through with the real thing. i also told him that i thought we, shitting glitter, should tour with him as support after hearing the cd. i guess you'll believe me if i win that too, now that you know.

Sheesh! I'm very excited now. A little background for your enjoyment.
I became acquaintances with Catherine Wheel when the video for "Way Down" found it's way into semi-heavy rotation on MTV. My first reaction wasn't HUGE, but I did enjoy the song. On a whim I purchased "Happy Days", the album that spawned "Way Down". Being a young dumb Kansas boy did not help my early appreciation of Catherine Wheel. I recall Listening to "Way Down" a fair amount, and Liking "Eat My Dust You Insensitive Fuck", and "Judy Staring at the Sun". I never really gave the album as a whole much thought and eventually the poor disk found it's way to the bottom of some stack of cds, where it sat for a great undisturbed while.
My real love of the wheel came from an excellent used cd sale at GB Records and tapes in Hays, Kansas where I thumbed across a greatly discounted promo copy of CW's "Adam & Eve", I probably would not have given the purchase much thought but it was marked down to $1 or something ridiculous. Since I had liked a few songs off "Happy Days" I decided it was a worthy purchase. I also purchased a used copy of Bob Dylan's "Time out Of Mind" that day.
I left the record store with my good friends Jason and Dan and we proceeded to take a little drive. We listened to the Dylan album first while we drove out to Horse thief Canyon, then we headed back and I dropped the others off and put "Adam & Eve" in the player for my own ride home. I didn't go directly home then, I drove around a bit listening to the album until it was finished. I was shocked, I kept thinking "How could I have a cd by this band and not realize how great they are". I listened to Adam & Eve over the next few days, while digging around in my cds trying to even locate Happy Days, eventually I found it, and started that disc from the beginning, instead of at the single... And there by I'd had it. When I revisited "Happy Days" in my new frame I heard it for what it was and is, I was assured in my love of Catherine Wheel. Within the Next two weeks I ordered every other album in the bands catalog taking my own sweet time getting to know each disk. Chrome is my favorite, but there are moments on all of them that toss my pink skirt far up above my noggin.
Chrome brings me to another blog entry all together, which I will need to touch on it's on, in it's own special places, a special post called "Green Vista Point" or GVP for those in the know. All of that will be dispensed with later.
I'll hike the short way back to this evening, and the new record from the lead singer of Catherine Wheel, Rob Dickinson.
I must admit with some guilt that I didn't have the means to purchase "Fresh Wine for the Horses" when it first became available, like a fool I let it go for months, until Amy had the sound idea to get for me as a present, just last weekend. I opened the dear package on a certain pagan holiday which I spent with Amy and her family in Albuquerque. It was on the long drive from Albuquerque to Flag Staff where I had my first opportunity to listen to "Fresh Wine for the Horses". My first reaction was odd, it was nice to hear Rob, and I could still hear approximations of the last CW record, but I was thrown a bit too. Hearing rob croon about love so openly and unabashedly was at first a tinge difficult for me. I think perhaps my mind has not bloomed in the way that Rob's seems to have bloomed in the last 5 or so years, and it took me several listens to understand this. This element, which Catherine Wheel was already heading towards, the emotional exceptional Rob is a bit at odds with my old feelings about Rob as the voice of Catherine Wheel. I always felt that in many ways Rob was a bit of a villain, even though there is much open warmth and love flowing through the entire Catherine Wheel catalog, there was in his voice an edge, a pointedness. Where other front people write spooky lyrics and yarl them with all their might in attempts to be dark, Rob more often than not restrained the overt darkness and tried to improve. There are great moments of reveal, where this darker Rob takes the fore front, and it is in these moments where I first really swallowed Catherine Wheels offer, and rather hard did I swallow at that. Where I am now, on the morning of my first ever real life glimpse at the man who's music has meant so much to me is, is right here, happy that Rob seems to be triumphant, and impressed that as an artist he was able to merge his and control both sides of the man, with a subtle hand and delicate touch, without ever making me cringe at the trite.

I'm not planning on going solo

tahitidreamin: well here we go again trying to win the tix
tahitidreamin: this sucks
tahitidreamin: i dont' like their phone system thing

tahitidreamin: guess what i just won for you baby?
buckglitter: YAY!
buckglitter: YOU ROCK!
tahitidreamin: i cannnnnot believe that
tahitidreamin: fuck
buckglitter: I just told melvena!
buckglitter: fuck what?
buckglitter: why you say fuck?
buckglitter: what?
tahitidreamin: i rock
buckglitter: yes!
tahitidreamin: that is sooo cool
buckglitter: melvena was shocked!
tahitidreamin: i'm excited
tahitidreamin: i am a winner
buckglitter: craig over heard and said, she needs to be playing the lottery!
buckglitter: you are so cool!
buckglitter: I love you!
buckglitter: I can't fucking believe you won!
buckglitter: jesus!
buckglitter: you scare me!
buckglitter: that is the best christmas present ever!
buckglitter: how many tickets?
tahitidreamin: 2
tahitidreamin: i am so blown away that was awesome
buckglitter: and for the folks in my blog, because I wanna copy and paste this whole mess just like when Amy won tickets to Hawaii, I have to let everyone know, Amy bought me Rob Dickinson's solo cd for christmas, and said that she was also going to win me tickets to a private show rob is playing at the friars club in beverly hills... well she just won me the tickets! And I hope you have enjoyed this conversation!
buckglitter: anything to add miss thang?
tahitidreamin: i dont' even know what to say
tahitidreamin: i am sooooo excited
tahitidreamin: hahahahaha
buckglitter: yay!
tahitidreamin: we are going to tour with him
buckglitter: hootie hoo!
tahitidreamin: and that is all i have to say

Ramblin' Man

Things are shifting.
Dec. 20th 16 Years ago Amy's dad Bob died. Yesterday, Dec. 20th, Amy's Band Shitting Glitter Completed it's Album, Free Alongside Ship.
Today Amy and I are driving to Albuquerque, by way of Flagstaff overnight.
I'm very pleased with the completion of the album, and the album itself.
Devin and Dylan got me a rocking Christmas Present, a neato Sandisk MP3 player, My commute to and from work just got a great deal more musical. Strangely I felt that I had been given back a part of myself, in having suddenly been handed a way to listen to music at times that I had not been able to.
I think I will start getting back in better physical condition soon.
Buck

Feelings For Electric

It has been a week since horrible unspeakable meltdown. Things seem to be correcting and restoring course. I will be vague, but things will continue to get better I hope, and more than anything I hope that I don't forget the things I've learned.
We rehearsed last night at Devin and Dylan', their apartment is decorated for the coming birth of some god's son. It was really nice. I played acoustic guitar and it felt very right. Wearing a strap so that I could stand but feeling the strings in that special way you only get from the immediate acoustic. It's harder, I had to add notes in parts where the sustain of my dead strings was not enough to fill the part, but that made it fun too. It got me thinking, and that's a thing I like, It also stopped me from thinking, and thats a thing I like even better.
The band seemed tight, as a unit, and happy as people to be in the same room. It made me appreciate a bunch of little things that are easy to forget when you heap in all sorts of stupid shit that can accompany a stressful life. It was a moment, I was in it and not even really thinking about it, I just felt like hitting strings and trying to make them one with the things the people around me were doing.
Prior to rehearsal had the good fortune of watching a DVD of our performance On Q live, a performance we had not yet seen nor heard. It was actually unbelievably amazing, and I say that not to be braggish, but because I was that astonished. It set the tone of possibility, and I think that tone blended into everything else for the rest of the night.
After the rehearsal we journeyed to a Tuesday night haunt, The Palms. Our rag tag group of pals came out, and it just felt nice. It's really nice to be happy and be around people that you trust and enjoy.
To catch up on a point that got missed in the muddle of these last weeks, it's important for me to point out that a long standing desire of mine found its way met a few weekends back. Amy and I finally had the opportunity to take a ride on the Dearly Departed Tour, driven and hosted by Scott Michaels. A three hour tour ended up a four hour tour, a truly magical event. I have wished to meet Scott since stumbling across the Findadeath.com over a year ago, so taking that wonderful tour, and meeting such an exotic bird in one afternoon turned out to be totally enchanting, and inspiring. It makes me realize again that I love this city of Los Angeles, but even more so I love the people that come here with a yearning greater than most, a yearning so bizarre that there is really no place on earth for them, but they come here because it's the closet thing to home they will ever get to find. Those people don't tend to stay around long, and in some cases they might be forgotten completely, if not for some like minded souls.

Red Beard

Here's to you Kevin. It's been one year. I need on occasion a reminder of the things that are important, I miss you.

Happy Birthday

My Mother's birthday is today. She is such a special person. Last week she emailed me a video of her playing in the snow, because I was missing snow and I asked her to do it. I'm lucky as hell to have the parents that I have.

Huckleberry Finished

I finished read "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" a week or so ago. I really did enjoy it for the most part, except the bit with Tom at the end got a bit tiresome for me. I must say though I really did enjoy the story, but I felt a great regret that as I child I had to see the silly movie that someone made, it kept cropping up into my head to great annoyance.
I'm now reading Moby Dick, I seem to be on an American lit kick.
Things are happening at the moment. I believe the Album to be very nearly completed, if not totally completed. What will happen next nobody knows.

Today in my mail box I got notice from the Rain, of the Art Ghetto, or should I say formerly of the Art Ghetto, basically stating that she was leaving the Art Ghetto. I have some sentimental feelings about all this, as in the past Shitting Glitter has had many connections with them. Things went a little sour though, and I've only been witness to their movements from afar.
Being in a band is hard work, and it takes a lot of swallowed pride and faith in your others. I commend Rain and Thor for what they accomplished in their time together, and for having the strength of character to be crazy enough to put their lives into a van and travel around the country for what they believe in.
I think Thor will continue the Art Ghetto. Amy and I saw him last week at a Barbecue restaurant. I wanted to say hello but I didn't know if it was appropriate. Politics gets the better of us some days.

My Heart Wants to Sleep at the Wheel

I have not bothered to write here in a far long while. I've been up and down and this morning I am smack down as it comes. I don't really wish to record for my future self the feelings I am having today but expressing them is about the only thing I can do right now, or rather I should say try to do right now. I can already tell that I don't have it in me to recount the events of last night, and even if I did it would only make a mocking joke of the high points that have been lived in between my last post that went by un noted.
If things fall apart when you don't see it coming how do you decided which pieces you should scramble to clutch to your chest?