frozen hands & small fish.
Hello sundry spies, acolytes, tourists and contributors. I have been a very neglectful contributor to our Internet salon since the abrupt entrance of the new year, and unfortunately missed out on the scintillating discussions and personal battles that tend to flare up on this site. But now, I’m taking my vitamins again and the coming of March has me all excited to put on my college basketball game-face and jump back into the fray.
I’ve been futzing about all winter, drinking Arnold Palmers and yelling at people in supermarkets. I would like to claim that this winter has been a deeply reflective period during which I renewed my commitment to the artist’s life and lay on my humble pallet feverishly dreaming of jabberwockies and scribbling it all down in an opium-infused lucidity, and so I will claim that and I dare anyone to refute me.
I helped create some homemade cool last night. I plucked some distortion bass guitar for the first time in almost two months. Backing and elderstatesman from my hometown. Our roster was a loosely configured group of misfits. My younger brother hit the skins with a certain audacity I've never seen in him before. He's a really good fit for me. A real vibe player. Chris hammered on his jangly telecaster. Country licks in fact. Harmonic and bending between lyrical phrasing. I played my typical lazy bass lines around our modest front man figure. He's actually quite friendly and approachable. A bit older I guess you'd say. He sounds like an accidental Lou Barlow. We made some vague plans to record in his spacious basement later this winter. More news of the elderstatesmen on the way.
NewsJoe has fullfilled the blueprints of his solo record. I am really stoked about being a part of that project. Hopefully, this record will gain him some stepping in the industry. He could use some support because he's too damn good to gon on bein' ignored anymore.
Last night was a good night. Mainly because I didn't have to have any role in planing anything. Going with the flow and not having to be a sole decision maker for a group of people is a relief for me. I enjoy casting myself in the role as a follower lately. I seem to enjoy myself a bit more when I don't have to constantly consider if I have led anyone astray to boredom.
I met up with some friendly characters last night. I'm becoming to feel at home once again. Drank and smoked throughout the evening. Sang drunken versions of Halo Bender songs. This morning I hit the shores with sum comrads and did a bit of hung-over ice-fishing. Frozen hands and small fish.
I’ve been futzing about all winter, drinking Arnold Palmers and yelling at people in supermarkets. I would like to claim that this winter has been a deeply reflective period during which I renewed my commitment to the artist’s life and lay on my humble pallet feverishly dreaming of jabberwockies and scribbling it all down in an opium-infused lucidity, and so I will claim that and I dare anyone to refute me.
I helped create some homemade cool last night. I plucked some distortion bass guitar for the first time in almost two months. Backing and elderstatesman from my hometown. Our roster was a loosely configured group of misfits. My younger brother hit the skins with a certain audacity I've never seen in him before. He's a really good fit for me. A real vibe player. Chris hammered on his jangly telecaster. Country licks in fact. Harmonic and bending between lyrical phrasing. I played my typical lazy bass lines around our modest front man figure. He's actually quite friendly and approachable. A bit older I guess you'd say. He sounds like an accidental Lou Barlow. We made some vague plans to record in his spacious basement later this winter. More news of the elderstatesmen on the way.
NewsJoe has fullfilled the blueprints of his solo record. I am really stoked about being a part of that project. Hopefully, this record will gain him some stepping in the industry. He could use some support because he's too damn good to gon on bein' ignored anymore.
Last night was a good night. Mainly because I didn't have to have any role in planing anything. Going with the flow and not having to be a sole decision maker for a group of people is a relief for me. I enjoy casting myself in the role as a follower lately. I seem to enjoy myself a bit more when I don't have to constantly consider if I have led anyone astray to boredom.
I met up with some friendly characters last night. I'm becoming to feel at home once again. Drank and smoked throughout the evening. Sang drunken versions of Halo Bender songs. This morning I hit the shores with sum comrads and did a bit of hung-over ice-fishing. Frozen hands and small fish.