This blog
This space was the first I ever used for my truly personal thoughts. It helps me get through the hard times and the good times. This is my recollection for when I go senile basically.
There are only a few people who read this journal these days and that is the way i like it. I will show these trials in the public in a time and form I am comfortable with. I am comfortable with the criticism and the critiques, it's something that goes along with the life I lead.
One thing I am hoping to accomplish in my next residence is the my long awaited prose phase. I will probably start on two books as once to remove the glare from the monotony and let them come along as they will.
One is fiction, one is autobiographical. With the life I have shared with many of you has been a blessing. The good times and the bad, that still means no regrets.
From the time I survived the wrath of Pensacola, literally swept away from the law and the homelessness, I knew my life was a special one. Not to be egotistical, God knows how hard on myself I'm being currently, part of it is luck and right time right place, another part is who I am as a human being. Especially coming from such circumstances I have accomplished an interesting rise, fall, rise, fall, fall, bust open my eye, fall again, rise scenario which I hope translates to a happy ending.
I was the happiest I had ever been a few months ago. That's a hard pill choke on two months later when life is totally upside down. Makes me wonder if I brought things on myself by questioning it or it was all just a farce to give me a good couple of months. Whatever it is, it happened for a reason and I've accepted that.
I don't really have a lot of friends here in the city, but looking back, it always takes me at least a year and a half to really gain my footing in a new atmosphere. To find out where I want to be. I've toyed with the idea of doing shows again but also realize that most people have never heard of the bands I book. A couple of encouraging thoughts from that though, my future vision is turning out to be pretty accurate.
My friends in The Swellers from MI just signed to Fueled By Raman. You may recongnize some of the other bands like Fallout Boy, Less Than Jake, THE HIPPOS, Foundation, and lots of more current popular stuff that I'm not in tune with at all. I booked most of their Austin shows including one at Emo's with old time friends in Bensin. I also helped get them on this huge local show with Cruiserweight. They also played Monkey Wrench. At the time, they were small fish, but they always crashed at my house, I helped Jono get laid for the first time, and he returned that by walking in my room when I was getting laid. Respect ya hear? I mailed his plethora of white tanks back to Michigan once. Him and Nick will hopefully always be central friends throughout our time on earth. That's how I gauge things.
The second is The Gaslight Anthem. This show came to me through the O'Pioneers aka Eric whom I developed a similar 'I use you, you use me' relationship which that I thought was a friendship. We shared info and equipment. We helped each other. I can say I was the one of the central figures early on in establishing that band in Austin. To be fair, Rich booked them first, then didn't again.
I heard the Gaslight Anthem through No Idea for the first time. Some random link, I liked what I heard and listened to the album 'sink or swim' way before I thought about doing a show for them. Now they're onstage with Springsteen. THAT Springsteen.
I did their only Monkey Wrench show which nobody could find their way to and only about 30 people attended. I tried my best to roll out the stained carpet for them as I had great respect and turned it into a 7 or so band weeknight. It worked. They got paid at least 40 bucks and hopefully sold some merch. I bought a copy of The Peoples History of the United States that night from the store in exchange for a CD. I felt at the time that was an adequate trade even though I had downloaded the album and knew all the songs by heart already. I try to give back.
Then Benny their drummer comes at me with the common, hey do you smoke? I seem to have that aura about me. This was before the super complicated mwb backyard so I just grabbed the combo and we bro'd down in the back yard and they were off on their way.
They actually started recording the EP Senor and the Queen the next day. I was invited to the sessions, but south south austin is sorta out of reach to a hyde parker.
Memories and being part of a forward movement was all I really asked for in this life. If you can't tell, I'm about to finish a bottle of wine.
There are only a few people who read this journal these days and that is the way i like it. I will show these trials in the public in a time and form I am comfortable with. I am comfortable with the criticism and the critiques, it's something that goes along with the life I lead.
One thing I am hoping to accomplish in my next residence is the my long awaited prose phase. I will probably start on two books as once to remove the glare from the monotony and let them come along as they will.
One is fiction, one is autobiographical. With the life I have shared with many of you has been a blessing. The good times and the bad, that still means no regrets.
From the time I survived the wrath of Pensacola, literally swept away from the law and the homelessness, I knew my life was a special one. Not to be egotistical, God knows how hard on myself I'm being currently, part of it is luck and right time right place, another part is who I am as a human being. Especially coming from such circumstances I have accomplished an interesting rise, fall, rise, fall, fall, bust open my eye, fall again, rise scenario which I hope translates to a happy ending.
I was the happiest I had ever been a few months ago. That's a hard pill choke on two months later when life is totally upside down. Makes me wonder if I brought things on myself by questioning it or it was all just a farce to give me a good couple of months. Whatever it is, it happened for a reason and I've accepted that.
I don't really have a lot of friends here in the city, but looking back, it always takes me at least a year and a half to really gain my footing in a new atmosphere. To find out where I want to be. I've toyed with the idea of doing shows again but also realize that most people have never heard of the bands I book. A couple of encouraging thoughts from that though, my future vision is turning out to be pretty accurate.
My friends in The Swellers from MI just signed to Fueled By Raman. You may recongnize some of the other bands like Fallout Boy, Less Than Jake, THE HIPPOS, Foundation, and lots of more current popular stuff that I'm not in tune with at all. I booked most of their Austin shows including one at Emo's with old time friends in Bensin. I also helped get them on this huge local show with Cruiserweight. They also played Monkey Wrench. At the time, they were small fish, but they always crashed at my house, I helped Jono get laid for the first time, and he returned that by walking in my room when I was getting laid. Respect ya hear? I mailed his plethora of white tanks back to Michigan once. Him and Nick will hopefully always be central friends throughout our time on earth. That's how I gauge things.
The second is The Gaslight Anthem. This show came to me through the O'Pioneers aka Eric whom I developed a similar 'I use you, you use me' relationship which that I thought was a friendship. We shared info and equipment. We helped each other. I can say I was the one of the central figures early on in establishing that band in Austin. To be fair, Rich booked them first, then didn't again.
I heard the Gaslight Anthem through No Idea for the first time. Some random link, I liked what I heard and listened to the album 'sink or swim' way before I thought about doing a show for them. Now they're onstage with Springsteen. THAT Springsteen.
I did their only Monkey Wrench show which nobody could find their way to and only about 30 people attended. I tried my best to roll out the stained carpet for them as I had great respect and turned it into a 7 or so band weeknight. It worked. They got paid at least 40 bucks and hopefully sold some merch. I bought a copy of The Peoples History of the United States that night from the store in exchange for a CD. I felt at the time that was an adequate trade even though I had downloaded the album and knew all the songs by heart already. I try to give back.
Then Benny their drummer comes at me with the common, hey do you smoke? I seem to have that aura about me. This was before the super complicated mwb backyard so I just grabbed the combo and we bro'd down in the back yard and they were off on their way.
They actually started recording the EP Senor and the Queen the next day. I was invited to the sessions, but south south austin is sorta out of reach to a hyde parker.
Memories and being part of a forward movement was all I really asked for in this life. If you can't tell, I'm about to finish a bottle of wine.