Life is sweet, it really is ( Read more... )

I was a little worried that I would feel awkward (and more than a little inadequate) in a city surrounded by con-men and confidence tricksters FAR superior to myself, but Havana is too foreign for my frail ego to make the connection. Elaine and I were pretty much mobbed since we got off the bus in the North of Old Havana, being that this is the off ( Read more... )

So, Gill finally quit Yer Maw. It was a while in coming, and frankly came as a relief on some levels, a TERRIBLE relief. It was like the day you come home and your wife is sitting crying on the bed waving a phone bill in one hand and the bill for that Swedish 'business trip' you took in the other and, while you KNOW that everything in your life is ( Read more... )

The only thing I hate more than recording is recording a piss-poor four-track effort and working on it night-and-day as the deadline precludes more than a few hours sleep a night JUST so we have something to sell on tour ( Read more... )

The line between certainty and confusion has a terribly bad habit of moving or even occasionally turning invisible, and the constant knowledge that absolutes are nothing more than constructed concepts used for logical extrapolation means that ALL analysis of this kind ends in a migraine ( Read more... )

Another week of madness, at least I can take succour in the continuing variety. Started my new crappy webmonkey job and promptly found an excuse to make the mailroom my office and never emerge from it again. Its soul-destroyingly boring, but otherwise not too bad, I could quite easily come totally unhinged hiding away in my own little office. I ( Read more... )

I hate this time of year, all your fake celebrations and hypocritical sentimentality serve to do is brutally remind me of how lonely it is in here. Shit gig last night, all the other bands rocked (especially Anglarna with his gameboy genius) and even the rest of my band played a good show. I hated it, hated my shit guitar sound, hated my sweating ( Read more... )

So, is this finally the onset of 20-something directionlessness or is my life just really fucking depressing ( Read more... )

'Breakneck pace' doesn't even cover my goddamn life ( Read more... )

Finish work/Boy, this 20s big band stuff is pretty moving/exhale through the nose, to ensure the good stuff reaches the brain/I am defined by my double standards/Drunk again, drunk is bad/lament the ex/frightened of girls intentions/Women don't like awkward artists, they liked me better when I hit people/Honesty is not always the best policy (but ( Read more... )