Welcome to the Monkey House

Wire is coming back again
Elastica got sued by them
When Michael Jackson dies
We're covering Blackbird
And won't it be absurd then
When no one knows what song they just heard
Unless someone on the radio tells them first
So come on come on come on
Come
Come on come on come on
Come on
Come on come on come on
You monkeys


I wonder if the Dandy Warhols will make good on this barb.

A Thought Which Delayed Sleeping

In the time in which I live I am aware of a blur of the shiny and the new. The fabulous grabs constantly for my attention and it is so easy to find myself caught up. I see it in me and I see it in everyone around me.
Tonight as the final minutes of a film wound down before an acknowledgment came to me. It was not an acknowledgment of something previously unknown, but that of something far to easy to forget. To attempt to state it simply, it was the realization that prior to my existence there have been thousands of years of intelligent thinkers.
Our time is no more important than those that came before simply because it is happening now. Our thoughts because they are currently happening are not necessarily new or better than those of our ancestors.
I often sense an attitude in my peer group that those things in the distant past have no relevance on today. On a basic level this is short sited, on a deeper level it is stupid.
There comes with being human a rich and varied history, full of wonderful minds and a multitude of already experienced experiences. I wish to draw more from this and participate in the furthering of ideas. It is all to easy to ignore what has come before and water it down for present.

I should sleep now or at least stop typing.

Trudging And Thriving

It's a battle these days. There is a negative energy flowing all around us. I read the news today, oh boy. It's hard to keep convincing yourself that the world around you is going to hold up long enough to support your dreams and wishes. It's a trick of the mind to separate yourself from a world of problems, but we modern humans to a great extent seem to be doing just that everyday. The information you take in everyday tells you one thing, then you go home to a little bubble and you see something else. I know that many other people have had a burst bubble, and I can see the threats coming from different directions, yet I believe I can always keep my head above water. I try every single day to make my world better. Is it due to this effort? Is there a reward for being sensitive to the predicaments of others?
Does a person get credit for acknowledging the peril lurking on the perimeter while not succumbing to a crippling fear? If this is the case to what power am I attributing this idea of credit?
I'm a mixture of perhaps too many half formed ideas.

Each day there are new threats upon the horizon. I have to look for them. I'm thinking of this option arm mortgage trouble coming down the pike. Will this be worse then the sub prime debacle? Do I care? Will it effect me? Of course it will effect me. I hear the horror coming. The state parks are closing... How do you close state parks? natural spaces... how did they ever get to the point where they require so much expenditure to keep them natural, so much that we can't even afford to operate them? Are we missing the point of these things entirely? Are we humans left to our own devices so naturally destructive that we need to staff and pave our natural parks just to protect them from each other? Of course we are.

Mean while, back in my own little corner of the world I wake up and I go through my day. I try and say nice things to people and be aware of their problems. Some days I get overwhelmed and I take out my frustrations on those that love me most. I can be childish at times. I can be a very poor communicator. I have a sense of myself and I try not to take myself or any of this too seriously. Life's rich pageant envelopes me and I am so amazed at it's diverse beauty that I just try and pry my eyes open as far as they can go and take it all in.

I have projects that fill my thoughts constantly. Things exist only in my head and they matter in many cases exclusively to me. I get such enjoyment from my inner being. I have known lonely, but I have also been always my own companion. There is so much to do.

I have been spending evenings working on songs for my brother. I love them, they are very well made pieces of work. It's nice to have him in my life. I have been mixing a couple tracks for his solo album. I want to do a good job, if only to have something that can last, that can't change or lose it's value. This is my investment.

Dog walk tree

Resuming a Neglected Practice

I have wrote before of a place called "Green Vista Point", a closet in a house I once shared with my brother which wasd converted into a space to listen to music in the dark. Such dreams and ideas grew in that dark. So many albums listened to start to finish in that space, how much I grew to love the seldom noticed deep cut.

I have recently realized that I do not listen to music with the undivided attention which I used to give it. I'm always moving, doing something else. My mind needs to be let of out it's body every now and then. My musical brain needs to be fed from the fountain. I have decided that I'm going to set the modest goal of at least once a month sitting down and listening to an album start to finish while doing nothing else. I will probably begin in Angela's CD and record collection, which has depths that need to be explored.