Finally had a proper band practice tonight.
Not a jam session where 50% of the participants are just there to check it out, or fiddle around. But four musicians (counting me) who actually want to get together on a regular basis and play my original music until we get it tight enough to take it out in public and put it on CD.
And it sounded very good. It’s well established that my drummer is fantastic. But the new guys on bass and guitar have each only played with us once before. Yet almost half the songs sound like they’re two rehearsals away from performance ready.
It’s been such a long time coming. But I’m very excited that it finally seems to be happening.
Yesterday when a friend was all, “Oh my God, have you seen the Kanye video?” I was like, no, I don’t care about the Kanye video and I feel as if it is one of the few signal achievements in my career, if we want to call it that, that I have somehow gotten myself into a position where I don’t need to have an opinion about the Kanye video, and, more importantly, no one really needs to have an opinion about the Kanye video, the fact that you are going to watch something that is widely acknowledged to be terrible—the fact that you are going to watch something and hope while you watch that it is exactly as terrible as widely acknowledged—so that you can be a part of the “conversation,” which is just an empty and ridiculous exchange of self-important jack-offs trying to speak as loudly as possible so that they can drown out the inner voice that tells them just how shockingly bereft of value their own lives are as they careen towards oblivion, is a remarkable indictment of the vacuous, hollow pit we confuse with culture these days. You don’t have to watch ANYTHING, and the less you say about something the smarter you are. Good Lord, people, listen to yourselves, if you can even stand it, it’s horrifying. (I had switched to the second person plural at this point because my friend, having heard so many variations of this monologue already, had long since wandered off.) Anyway, that was before I saw this Bob Dylan video, which is really something. And I say this as someone who doesn’t go in for the concept of “interactive” at all. It’s pretty neat!
I can’t help but note that the Kanye video is truly fucking terrible. I feel dumber just saying it though.
The latest linguistic fad is to describe a candidate as being prone to making ‘populist appeals,’ Only in the Beltway do they have to come up with a special term to describe the inexplicable (to them) phenomenon of a politician who advocates for his actual constituents, instead of just whoring along the usual career track like everyone else.
I don’t know what to do today, help me decide.
Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me afterall.
Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage.
Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but?
Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?
—Albert Camus. (via frostbiiite)
And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong.