You're a witch if I've ever known one...

2010-07-28T13:18:00.000-05:00

Another year + 3 months.
Since 2009? Most importantly, successfully married to the most wonderful woman in the world.
The entire wedding event within 8 city blocks - honeymoon in Oregon.

Same job with same employeer. cyclocross last year, not at successful...but training for 2010/11 season has started with a bang...and I'm playing soccer.

Till 2011!

2009-04-17T11:01:00.002-05:00

This once-per-year post thing is getting addictive. riveting, actually.

Newness in the past year? Sure thing:
Changed departments at my employer - new and better job
3 week vacation to Japan
Successful cyclo-cross racing season
Confirmed wedding date
Trying to buy a house
Launching a stage cycling race in Ventura

whew...I'm exhausted. See you next year...

2008-04-11T09:53:00.002-05:00

So...what's 4 years between friends?

Besides the obvious need for a Jeremy Piven 4-year, freak-out moment ala Gross Point Blank "10 yearrrrsssss~~~!!! TEN TEN YEAAARRRRSSSS! Ten years..." There's lots to tell. Music company falls down, goes boom. I get back on the bike (literally and figuratively), move to California and begin work to cure cancer. That's the condensed version. Details to follow...

2004-01-08T21:47:00.000-06:00

Happy New Year...belated greetings and welcome to 2004. Home is a great place to run around for 2 weeks and coming back to Chicago is freaking insane at 8 degrees. When people see my car, they stop me, point and say "Texas?"...like they've seen the Creature from the Loch Ness or Lagoon or whatever.

Sunshine and snow is pretty and as soon as I get the feeling back in my toes, I will walk outside for 45 seconds and enjoy it.

Some observations over the break: 1) I can shop for the entire family in 4 hours if I have to; 2) Silly String is always a popular gift; 3) Giant is not as good a movie as I remembered and James Dean mailed it in; 4) I do have a halfway decent poker face when playing, uh, poker.
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Oliver Future is returning from their first successful tour of the West Coast - no broken bones, stolen equipment, or excessive crowd harassment. From what they tell me, people were very excited and complimentary after the shows. The write-ups keep coming in, all in the positive and even, multi-linguial.
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Now, we need to turn the spotlight over to Shane Bartell. Shane's second release (first full length) is happening on January 31st, in Austin, Texas. He will be featuring the Tosca string quartet, the full band and even some lesser named record label owners on stage. It's shaping up to be a very large and overwhelming production - so don't miss it. "Too Soon to Say" will have some streaming mp3's for you to hear, in about a week at www.shanebartell.com.
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Oh...and guess who forgot the damn Jiffy Pop for stockings...such an idiot.

2003-12-18T12:09:00.000-06:00

One more reason to love the holiday season...Self has completed their next record and are streaming B-sides until the release. Visit www.selfmusic.net to fill your stockings (psst...also, if you go to the Singles page of www.selfiles.com, you can download the first single from the record - Grow Up).
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and in time for the last minute shopping...the Oliver Future on-line store is completed! visit here to give the gift that keeps on giving. So many g's, I bet you think I'm a thousandaire...
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Went for my yearly chiropractors visit yesterday. Two things: a) I do believe in the healing arts of structural alignment and (gasp) energy work, and b) I do expect a certain amount of skepticism and eye rolls from friends and people who think I'm a quack.

But! I go once a year, sort of like a physical...for me, that's all I need. When I go, I drop into a meditative state; between being asleep and being awake...and my mind has strange visions that I write down. Yesterday I saw:

celery
the state of Virginia flying across the map; right to left, the arrow part was...well, like an arrow.
Jiffy Pop popcorn

Also, while lying on the table, I realized that my Left arm is longer than my Right.

You know...after reading this, I would think I was a quack too...and that they are putting something in that tea they give you before your session.

2003-12-14T15:49:00.000-06:00

I'm seeing my first significant snowfall in Chicago and despite the cynics...I'm excited. There's a park across from my house that I'm about to run and mess around in the snow.
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Caught the last 30 minutes of Low at an old theatre on Friday. It may be an unfair comparison, but I hear Ida in a lot of the songs and arrangements. Also strange, the venue felt like we were watching the show in someone's living room; the stage and lights were short and squat, people were sitting on the floor with strange card games. But! They played a rendition of "Blue Christmas" that is irresistible.
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For a quick laugh (if you have high-speed), check out this "End of World" animated story about how a nuclear exchange would REALLY unfold. The French people are everyone's favorite.

Be good...listen to some Steve Earle and forget the negative press, ok? He's being a patriot for saying what he really believes and feels. Admire and respect that.

2003-12-11T12:57:00.000-06:00

Since you're on-line anyway...why don't you take a look at some if this press:

Austin American Statesman

Austin Chronicle

Aiding and Abetting

2 locals and 1 zine - we are very appreciative...especially 2 months before the "official national release." There will be a feature article in a music magazine, not in Texas, that corresponds with the release...information coming very soon.

CD release show was a wonderful evening. Lots of people losing their damn minds and buying records. Oh...and staying up until 6 in the morning lighting things on fire at the after-party. Thank you to This Microwave World for opening the show and being friends to the end.

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After waiting 11 months and 8 days...I went to the cinema. I saw something that was released, not too long ago...and my excitement of being in the theater actually skewed my opinion of the film - until this morning. Lost in Translation is very engaging cinematically. The story is well written, until the - and I hate this word, but there is no word to describe it better - denumoant...the turning point. The ending is fantastic; the music is outstanding (except for the use of Peaches - but I understand why she uses it in that place in the film); I can overlook some of the bad dialogue..but come on...

the lounge singer? Singing "midnight at the oasis" the morning after?

I liked the Virgin Suicides...very accomplished first film (as director). This movie was more engaging...better visually...better characters...more meaningful connection. Which makes the shortcoming that much more disheartening. And it may just be American cinema of this genre that's victim to this self-sabotage. Another film I rented and suffered the same was Igby Goes Down. And again...the turn suffers at the act of...

wait...is this...(Girl Igby's in love with, sleeps with his brother - film turns south. The fella Charlotte befriends sleeps with the lounge singer - film turns south.) Maybe I just hate seeing infidelity so much the reaction turns my opinion of the film?

Nah...both those films went to downhill pretty much by themselves - they all need something sour for the "plot change" and sleeping around is as good a sucker-punch as any.

So...i'll do some more introspection...you, read some more press and get excited for snow and Santa. uuooo...and Strongbad. This one's my favorite...

2003-12-03T12:26:00.000-06:00

Being a sometime Northerner...I forget how quickly el Sol disappears up here. It makes me feel rushed...uneasy. To fight off that feeling this winter...I've taken up a hobby. I'm going to fix and re-build a 1940's Emerson electric fan. I have always been a fan of the fan; since my great-grandmother used to put me down for naps in her guest room with a General Electric humming me to sleep. There's equal chances of success or failure - but I can tell you: the motor runs, the blades turn (slowly) and all the parts are accounted for, prior to the dismantling.
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At some time in your life, you need to drive I-10 from Jacksonville, Fl to San Antonio, Tx, just so you can listen to AM 1260 - WBRH in Baton Rouge. If you're lucky, you can pick up the station just outside of Pensacola...and hear the best in true old school rhythm and blues, boogie and swing music...all the way to Beaumont. I guarantee those miles will fly as you have a dance party in the front seat.
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All is set for the Oliver Future CD Release Party this Friday at Stubb's BBQ. This Microwave World will open...and an after party will be announced at the show. Oy!

2003-12-01T14:33:00.000-06:00

Want to earn back that piece of excitement missing in your life? Take a road trip. I went on 2 in my two weeks of vacation and have never been more satisfied. Many details to come.

The Oliver Future In-Store at Jupiter Records was a big success...sources tell us it was the largest crowd ever for an In-Store at their location, and here are the pictures to prove it:

Thanks to everyone who showed up and supported the band...we all appreciate it very much!

Please don't forget the CD Release Party, this Friday at Stubb's in Austin, Tx. Come see This Microwave World set 'em up and Oliver Future knock 'em down.

More to come...and check out this press from the Ft. Worth show.

2003-11-12T19:18:00.000-06:00

What's the most nerve wracking part of the working year? The few days right before holiday. Yes, I said holiday - that's the consequence of working with British and French folk. It was "vacation" when I heard the Go-Go's sing it...but ever since 1997, it's been "holiday."

I'm rushing and trying to get stuff completed, so when I come back...I'm not walking back into a minefield of "Why wasn't this done before you left?" And blaming some anonymous person for non-completion NEVER works.

France is out, so I'm headed back to Savannah for another road trip of the South. I have no idea why I love driving hours and hours in the South...but I do. I think it's the crude, religious road signs that say things like "Hell is Hot!" or seeing grimy, redneck kids on BMX bikes racing into the Stop and Shop and fighting over who gets to make the first "suicide."

I'm picking up wine from The Honky, who's been graciously guarding my small collection for a while now, and making stops in Atlanta, Memphis, Oxford, New Orleans, Lake Charles and Houston...on the way back to Bandera. Where...

I will have Thanksgiving, then pack up the car with warm clothes and some small furniture and begin my move to Chicago! Short term (for now)...but it may be in the cards for longer.

On the way to Chicago, I'll be making a stop in Fort Worth with Oliver Future. They are playing the Aardvark on Thursday night, November 27th - 12 mid. By that time of night, you will be REALLY ready to get away from the fam damily. So...come out; it's your first opportunity to buy the record at a live show. I promise; you will have more fun listening and dancing with us than playing ANOTHER game of scrabble.

2003-11-10T13:05:00.000-06:00

Team - If you refer back to the post on Oct. 16th...I got confirmation in a note from Juliette, lead singer; the group's name is Vagenius. Not only are they talented, but sweet too...check them out at www.totallyvagenius.com.
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Friday, Nov. 14th - 7 pm. - Oliver Future CD In-Store at Jupiter Records
Friday, Dec. 5th - 10 pm - Oliver Future CD Release Party at Stubb's

The self titled record is out in Austin (Waterloo Records, Jupiter Records, 33 Degrees, etc) and available thru the Connextion this Friday. Available nationwide, from your better record stores on Feb. 3rd. Come to the CD events! Meet people who will become friends!

2003-11-04T16:17:00.000-06:00

You have to raise an eyebrow when your first record arrives on Halloween. Amid the ripping of plastic and high fives, we were also getting ready for the events of the evening. All thoughts of making an early night were dashed when I got the phone call, "Dude...we need a 4th for the Clockwork Orange guys and you're it." One trip to Mr. Walton's ultra-mega and I was dressed the part - jock strap and all.

The art work on the record looks more amazing in person, than on screen. The insert is flawless; the record sounds amazing...everything is a "go." The next obvious question is "when?" I can tell you the local release and show will be in December...the national release in February. The website to "pre-order" is coming up in the next 2 weeks and I will include that link here. If you really can't wait that long....send me an email and we can work something out.
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One of the dedications we mentioned is to Johnny Cash. All of us respect this man...this maverick and he passed on the last day of mixing the record. That day, I heard an interview with him on Fresh Air - the Terri Gross program on NPR. The interview was good, but the best part was at the end. When Terri was finishing up and thanking Mr. Cash, Johnny said..."You know, I've done a lot of these and this was one of the most fun. You're really good at what you do." At this, Terri was almost speechless.

What a fantastic compliment...to be told by a master, that you are really good at what you do. We could all only be so lucky.

2003-10-30T09:56:00.000-06:00

I'm convinced waiting for the first record is more exciting / nerve racking than Christmas or that first drink after Alcohol Free February.
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After looking over the CMJ Music Fest listing, Pharoahe Monch was selected and played a set. Does no one remember "Simon Says"? or "Oh, No" with Mos Def and Nate Dogg? I know it sounds like I'm hatin' on him...but if an MTV backed show, two MCA releases and guest appearances on multiple records (including a pretty telling skit on De La's "AOI - Mosaic Thump" album) isn't enough for you to start and maintain a career...playing to the 34 and under "indie rock" crowd ain't gonna help much - and I like the guy and his flow. Then again, I liked Craig Mack too...and look where that got him.

I was gonna' rant a little about the delay of AOI - Part 3...but I've gotta get back to the positivo.
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Vacation is still on: Savannah first, then over to France - with a lilywhite records listening party on Sunday, November 23rd in Paris at "le Mecano" near Oberkampf.

From Mr. Smarty pants: "In 1740, a French cow was found guilty of sorcery and hanged."

2003-10-28T17:02:00.000-06:00

Last night was the first taste of real cold in Chicago. Sure, you scoff...but this shock to my system let's me know what I'm in for during the next 6 months. I'm taking a friend's advice from last winter in Nebraska and buying a humidifier - sure to be set on "rain forest."

Also, last night was a chance to see Denali at the Empty Bottle. Denali = Maura Davis and Keeley Davis (bro and sis), Jonathan and Cam. Keeley is old Savannah and Denali played the last show at the Cafe Metropole - they tore the roof off...literally. I've heard the first record 10 times...maybe? The arrangements are sparse and powerful...Maura has a soprano voice with great tone and interesting phrasing...Keeley moves from electric bass to Korg Bass and programming pretty easily.

I liked the show - the performance left an impact, just not as deep and impressive as I would have liked. But...hell, they played 2 shows at CMJ, drove directly from NYC to Chicago to make this date and are all sharing the same nasty cold. Man, doesn't the road sound great!

Keeley and Jonathan are also in Engine Down...which I've mentioned here previously...yes, they are leaving Denali to get back home and focus on one band at a time.
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Last night was also a reunion with "the kid" - the bass player from David Zollo's Body Electric. Also mentioned here...I saw "the kid" almost kill a drunk at Duffy's in Lincoln, Nebraska after he began stripping during the song "While You Undress."
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Oliver Future records will be in our hot little hands by Friday afternoon / Saturday morning - which means you can have them Tuesday, Nov 4th by website or Tuesday, Nov. 11th in-stores!!! I will include the link here...and the store listing.

This culminates a little over a year of work for me, 7 months working with Oliver Future. Lots of excitement and thanks to everyone helping to produce lilywhite records release 002! In no particular order: Lars Goransson, Shane Bartell, Noah Lit, Jesse Ingalls, Sam Raver, Josh Lit, J.J. Johnson (!!!), Mike Garza, Marcus Rice, Derek Morriss, Steven, Darin Murphy, Jaycee Wilmon, Jason Boyd, Shayla Storms, David Grouse, Hey Mercedes, Ryan Folkers, Charles Roberson, Elizabeth Shulman, Phillip Crowley, Jeff Woodyard, Jenny Jax Foster, Tom Morasco and Media Services Omaha, Bob Michaels and 5.1 Productions, Jane, Tom, Clara, Cal, Katherine, Dan, Emmaline, Genevieve, Hannah, Hugh, Lou, Lori and Christian Depken.

Thank you!!!

2003-10-22T12:35:00.000-05:00

Thanks to all for the birthday wishes!

Here's an exercise I recommend to everyone. Get you, a good friend (or friends), a good bottle of bourbon or wine or gin...sit down and design something. Friday night, I went through this exercise from 11p until 4a - and we designed a hotel...in Vegas, minus the gambling and confusing decor. Put in all the things you want, none of the things you don't...then all you have to do is find the investors.

Saw The Walkmen on Saturday night, in between drinks and strangling myself with my tie. The songwriting is there, but everyone (including myself) is so conditioned to immediately say, "they sound like the Strokes." Agreed...they are from New York. Agreed...they are doing the post-punk rock. Agreed...there were 3 or 4 songs in the set that you could swap with the boys Casablancas and you couldn't tell the difference.

However, the songs from the new record and 1/2 of the old stuff showed plenty of originality, drive and design beyond verse, chorus, verse, bridge, chorus out. Then again...I like that formula - if the sounds are different.

The performance was the real treat. The backing members were improvisational, but kept to the songs. The lead singer (and sometimes guitarist) sang, screamed and yelled from all parts of the stage. He came close to aping John Lydon at one moment, shoe gazer the next...but never uninterested.
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The Oliver Future show will now (most likely) occur on December 5th - venue to be named later. We are having discussions with 3 places and will get out the details very soon. CD release date is still November 4th...so have your skrilla' ready.
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And, before I forget....happy anniversary to this blog! 3 billion web pages on the internet today, and you decide to come here...i'll leave it at that.

2003-10-16T18:40:00.000-05:00

I’m young…and I’m not just saying that because a birthday’s coming up. But last night, I was transported back to my youth by a band called The Casio Genius. Or they may have been called Vagenius…I’m not entirely sure. Either way, they were every great and horrible 80’s band cliché on a tiny stage for 1 hour at Phyllis’ Musical Inn.

When they were beginning to play, I thought immediately it was a tongue-in-cheek side project for some local musicians. Shoulder strap keyboard (via The Commodores and Howard Jones) played and fronted by an amazing female singer…replete with single feather earring, knee high red leather boots AND leg warmers. Moog keyboard and Bass footboards, guitar and Electric Bass solos played by a blonde, poodle haired band mate (who was actually a hell of a musician) in a Huey Lewis T and bright orange Converse. Standing drummer with a turn of the decade “feather do” banging on a machine triggered kit with snare / handclap slaps and the electronic vocal pitch of the 2 toms (think of the drum sounds from Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam and you’ve got it).

Synchronized hand raises and songs that scaled everyone from Oingo Bongo, The Jets, Yes and Samantha Fox (including a tune titled “I feel like wrecking someone’s home”) made me laugh one second and scream and applaud the next. A friend asked me if I was laughing because I thought it was funny (or something to that effect) and my answer immediately was “No!” I was laughing because it was so exciting and very nostalgic. I realized I hadn’t heard those sounds created live since a Junior High “lock-in” or my Sophomore Sadie Hawkins dance and would (probably) never hear them again – unless I spun my prized copy of Missing Persons or Book of Love.

Turns out, it’s tribute music. Sure the influences are impossible to miss, but all the songs are original, thank you very much. Casio Genius (or whatever the moniker) is a band from LA…on tour…selling records. It may be a stretch, but I can make the connection between modern day Classical music students; listening and studying the masters a baroque, chamber, choral…and creating new compositions in that style.

By the end of the night – the crowd was haggling with the barmaid for “just uno mas!” She replied by throwing her hands up and stepping outside for a cigarette. “Do we have no supervision or authority figure in here?” asked the lead singer, posing Pat Benetar. We were all 15 and at the sleep over…no parents allowed.

(Post Script - 11/10/03 - Turns out, they're called Vagenius...and you thought I was kidding about the red boots...

2003-10-15T16:53:00.000-05:00

I sometimes think that things become real when some says them. These can be facts, or they can be lies...and the more someone says something with emphasis, the more believable they want to sound (and want you to believe them). In many relationships (plutonic and romantic) and businesses (plutonic and romantic), something spoken is received at face value - most likely true, but wait for the delivery.

In this music business, not so much. Many things that are said are not deliberate lies...but they are "wouldn't it be nice if this happened on this date" type of mental contracts. I've stubed my toe more than a few times in the last 2 months trying to understand this style of business and communication.

That being said - I can announce: Oliver Future's self titled debut will be released on November 4th. Get your copy at Waterloo, 33 Degrees, Jupiter, Amoeba, (insert local record store here), and on-line at The Connextion.

However, the Oliver Future release show will not be until December 5th - maybe. See...frustrating.

To bring us back to positivo - the New Music Festival up in Dallas was fun and exciting. Fun for the 75 people in each club listening to the performers...and exciting for the 300 people outside each club who get to dress and act like rock and roll trip and falls. The picture is fuzzy, but that is Oliver Future on stage at the Liquid Lounge - and me on drums.

2003-09-30T21:39:00.000-05:00

Every time I see a Ferrari sports car, I always think of "Cannonball Run." Even at 9, I knew I liked Sammy Davis Jr. and Dean Martin - see, those were the guys in the red ferrari. I was driving to Austin this past Sunday afternoon and a red ferrari was curving around hwy 46...I did steal a look inside the car, hoping to see Sammy and Dino dressed in priest outfits and toasting each other with gin and tonics.

Has anyone ever been to the 720 club in chicago (arts district)? I passed by it when it was closed - it looked like a lounge transplanted from Morocco. You know me...I can't stay away from the middle eastern stuff. I realized this week I was getting ready to leave for Saudi Arabia this month, 3 years ago. Seems like 10 - like I said, time moves very slow.

I promise to post the company name, logo and Oliver Future artwork this week for all to see.

2003-09-23T22:48:00.000-05:00

The new jacket got, got. And after one good washing, will fit like a glove. Downtown Chicago has not changed much - but the gallery district has seen some improvements. Word to the wise - thrift store shopping is Chicago is pointless. Those cool people, who are desperately trying not to be cool, already bought everything...well...cool.

The mastered Oliver Future record sounds like trumpets and marching bands and Matmos and train crashes and Curtis Mayfield and deep, deep red wine - all played through John Bonham's kick drum pedal. Shane's master should come back by Friday, so I can have some obtuse, rock critic reference to describe his record after the weekend - check back!

Until then, come see the live version of BOTH this Friday at the Mercury, in downtown Austin, Texas at 10 p.m.

2003-09-20T09:19:00.000-05:00

A year ago, I had the chance to buy the perfect denim jacket - and I passed it up. Well...not today! I'm in Chicago and the temperatures have taken a dramatic turn to the south end of the thermometer. Warm blooded Texan that I am, ain't got no coat; jacket...nothin'. So, today is the search for that perfect denim jacket - the one I'm going to be wearing for the next 10 years of my life to cost (within reason) should not be a deciding factor (i.e. buy it for $200, wear it every other day for 2 years = it costs you 54c a day). That and the 37c I give to the children’s' miracle network and I'm doing what I can to save the world...and try to look good doing it.

2003-09-18T11:03:00.000-05:00

It's a harsh realization, but I've made it...and others should too. While at work, I am not funny. Something happens when I shave in the morning, put on the monkey suit, scan the badge on the way in - I am all about the business. I'm friendly...I smile and talk to people...but I am not capable of cracking jokes to colleagues between the hours of 7am and 7pm while inside an office. It's a small shortcoming...doesn't mean I'm too focused or serious. But in my work / business personality I just don't make jokes - and when I try - disaster.

The people that can be funny while at work are a rare breed - respect them, appreciate the delicate balance they walk...and look in shock and wonder when they will inevitably take a joke too far and see how they get out of it (or if - while they make that uncomfortable walk from office to front door with belongings in hand).

I should say that I work in semi- to very strict corporate America during the day...and absolutely "no rules" music business at night. Also a delicate balance, but it fits with the whole Libra code: Balance, moderation; a little bit country, a little bit rock-and-roll.

So...if you feel the same way - join me. Let the funny people be funny. Be one of their audience - get your enjoyment from the show, not from trying to be one of the actors. Deal? Right on.

2003-09-17T12:57:00.000-05:00

I've realized this has changed into a "waiting for the records / updates" site...and I'm okay with that, but y'all may not care so much. If you're unhappy with the content, I apologize...I promise to get back to the regularly scheduled format after November 8th. Until then...

Shane Bartell with Oliver Future at the Mercury, Friday - September 26th!!! These will be the shows where the guys talk about how GREAT the records sound, but can't release them until February and November, respectively. Then,

Oliver Future at the Liquid Lounge, Friday - October 3rd - Dallas New Music Festival. This is the date where the group needs to have their head examined because they are welcoming a guest drummer. I have no idea what I've gotten myself into, but I will be behind the kit for this show. And yes, I do play better than Meg White - so what do I have to worry about?
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I finally gave up and went to sleep yesterday...left the office, ate a slice of bread and drank a glass of water, crawled into bed at 7:15p. Woke up promptly at 7:15a. It's a 12 hours I will gladly donate to the sleep gods to fell better.

2003-09-15T21:12:00.000-05:00

While working with a colleague today, she started whistling "Limbo Rock"...remember that song?

2003-09-15T14:12:00.000-05:00

Oh me of little faith. Final mixing went very well. There were only 2 "discussions" where our voices raised above normal "idiot rock 'n roll" volume. Both places were minor infractions and were easily described as "stylistic differences." No one's upset or hurt - as evidenced by the whole group adjourning for drinks at Opal Divine's after the day was complete.

The 1/4" tape that holds the immediate future of this very small record label is boarding a jet airliner tomorrow afternoon and will be mastered by a gentleman named Bob Michaels. Bob is working a miracle for us by completing the mastering work on both the Oliver Future record AND Shane's record in the same week. "I have no doubt we can get them both done in a week," Bob says..."I kinda have to. I'm booked in every room for the next 3 weeks. Have you ever heard of a band called Foo Fighters?"

It's at this point I realize I'm a very small fish in a very big ocean.

Hopefully I can score some polaroids of Dave Ghrol and Bob Michaels freaking out over "1 in 24" and "Almost Perfect." Wish us luck.

2003-09-12T16:20:00.000-05:00

Last day of mixing for Oliver Future and the battles have begun. If we all come out of today talking to each other, I'll be impressed.

2003-09-11T10:15:00.000-05:00

Intuition is a very strange thing. August 7th was a very bad omen day...it was the day I was fired from my project in DC. I wasn't fired from my job, just the project I was working on. Strange effect being fired...more on that later.

In the month since I've been gone, I can tell you that both records are now on 1/4" tape and being shipped for mastering. 10 days for that process, 14 days for reproduction and Shazzam!...we have 2 records. The Oliver Future release date / show is November 8th. Still waiting from the Shane Bartell camp to decide their date - but his record will be available for your Christmas and Chanukah shopping.

The Kerrville Wine and Music Festival was great as always. There's nothing more satisfying that taking an open air shower at midnight in September, or sharing a bottle of Dom Peringnon with your team - straight from the bottle.

As fate would have it, I've ended up in the Chicago area for the next 9 months. I would say I'm back in the old neighborhood - but the old neighborhood is 45 minutes away. I'm going to be living and working in Naperville, which is "Baby Central" for all you interested breeders. The downtown features 2 stroller stores, 1 running store with the latest "mommy and daddy" running technology, 2 fertility specialists, 2 "yoga for expectant mothers" classes per day and 1 breastfeeding expert. Within 10 seconds on the street, I counted 14 strollers...full.

more reports from the fertile suburbia, soon to come. sorry for being so tardy...cla

2003-08-07T10:20:00.000-05:00

Everyone knows that unfortunate bumper / window sticker with the "Calvin" character wizzing on something, right? On the Ford emblem, on the the sports team...etc. Yesterday, I pulled behind a truck that had Calvin, wizzing on the words "Ex-Wife."

I don't know where you are "Ex-Wife," but good for you for divorcing that idiot.

One concept I want all of us to understand - Those that anger you, control you. If you've ever said the phrase (or heard it said), "I hate you!" or "They make me so furious!", you have lost control of yourself and handed it over to a stranger. Find some peace, Ex-Husband, before you start swerving in my lane and doing something stupid.
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Today is a bad omen, Friday the 13th, strange mojo kinda day. I had a preminition early this morning and have been waiting around for the other shoe to drop. I can't tell if it's a "drop my tray in the cafeteria" bad omen or "hit by a falling piano" bad omen. Whatever it is, I've been watching the clock since 8:17 am to get this day over with.

2003-08-05T10:03:00.000-05:00

I'm very happy to report that my Memphis favorites, The Bloodthirsty Lovers, have signed to Frenchkiss Records in NYC. I first saw the Lovers at The Young Avenue Deli, the same week as David Zollo at the Hi-Tone and the Beale Street Music Festival. In fact, after the Lovers set, the sky opened up (in the way that only happens down south) and rained all night.

2003-07-31T09:28:00.000-05:00

How many times must something repeat before it becomes a tradition? I ask this because Wednesday nights have become (I hate to use the word routine) a series of repeated activities. A set and a half of tennis with a co-worker, dinner at Mikaku and an episode of Samurai Jack. I'll be the first to admit it...Samurai Jack kicks so much ass, but more on that later.

The tennis is good exercise. Like Alex said last night, "It's no where championship level, but it's addictive to us." Addictive because we are pretty evenly matched...duce games 70% of the time, tie-break sets, etc...and we are both friendly competitors (i.e. we want to win, but not necessarily beat our opponent).

After the match, my friends at Mikaku serve Japanese food - as good if not better than what I remember eating - when I was living over there. Tabemono wa ooishi so desu yo!

Back to the hotel at 10 to catch an episode of Samurai Jack. Jack's an intriguing fellow with a quest...find the portal, get back home, kill Aku...all gets back to normal. Many drawl a line of similarity between this show and David Carradine's Kung Fu. Yes, they are both feudal Japanese characters and operate with the code of the samurai...but Jack's show is actually interesting. No one made (like Jules Winfield said) "travelling around from village to village, getting into adventures" interesting or exciting until the A-Team...and you had to FIND those idiots. Carradine found you, kinda like the clap or the tax man.

But Samurai Jack's different. He comes across you or your town, you're in trouble, and Jack takes care of it. Then, Jack leaves...doesn't try to communicate a message or some moral lesson, doesn't give a joke or a punchline..."Haven't seen the portal? Thanks...goodbye." Kung Fu could have made it by taking a lesson or two.

Now, in some major hollywood studio basement somewhere...some script writer has the Samurai Jack screenplay in its 3rd draft with Chow Yun Fat in the lead role. I'd pay to see that. Hopefully you would too...

2003-07-29T18:42:00.000-05:00

Thank you to all the folks at the f8 - Fine Art Gallery...they let me by another book of Andy Warhol stamps. Woohoo! I never knew how good I had it in Lincoln, Nebraska...cheap bourbon, tons of Andy Warhol stamps and emo rock for miles and miles. Ah...those were the days.

BUT! I will say that I do miss that Mid-western friendliness. I've had more people ask me in Virginia if I work at the store we’re visiting or if I knew them for saying "hello." The worst is the "I roll my eyes at you for being so friendly" look...wanted to snatch that girl baldheaded.

As a return to the initial purpose of the site...I did see a live show on Saturday night! Now, the live show was my mother's band...so there will be some bias in the comments. Almost Patsy Cline played the 11th Street Bar in Bandera, Texas to Al (who celebrated his birthday multiple times that night), 2 Germans, a divine redhead from Chicago and (maybe) hundreds of other locals. Definitely tens of other locals...and most of them sober. Ok...a third of them sober.

My mother's talent resides in two areas on stage; 1) her ability to sing and harmonize with anyone on any song you can name and 2) her stage presence. The first is pure, born-in talent...the second is a learned quality that does not approach Aretha, but isn't far off. After playing the 1st set of the 4th show that weekend, her first words off stage were, "Where's my cheese burger?" You have to love a mama that's near-diva off stage.

Crowd favorites this night included "Man of Constant Sorrow" - a woman in a short denim skirt and a straw hat screamed and threw her hands up high (spilling her wine cooler) saying; "I love that song!" - "Song for the Workin' Man" - again "a scream and a spill; "I love that song!" - and "Just Call Me Lonesome" - by this time I think she was passed out in Elron's arms. Elron explained earlier in the night that the gold chain with the gold crawfish (holding a diamond in it's pincher, no less) dangling around his neck identified him as a "coon ass."

The true value of a band to it's fans, or at least the one's who don't want to listen someone else's selections on the jukebox, is how much they will pay to keep you playing at the end of the night. Almost Patsy Cline cleared $186 for an additional hour Saturday night...very respectable considering I've seen crowds come up with less than 1/2 that to entice Beaver Nelson to stay on…and he did ($15 of that was my money...I was encouraged when Beaver grabbed me by the arm and in a raspy voice said, "You're gonna get the dog." By that he meant "Stray Dog"...a crowd and one of my favorites.)

Watching, listening and beaming at your mother on stage for 3 hours is a wonderful way to show your appreciation. Helping her tear down and load up? That's for the boyfriends and husbands. We took our leave during one of the 13,000 George Strait songs in the universe, only to stop off at the Fool Moon cafe for wine and cigarettes. Something about that place makes it impossible to leave before 3 am...just ask the owner.

2003-07-23T14:53:00.000-05:00

My ears have heard the glory of the coming of the new Hey Mercedes record...and the trumpeted first single, "Quality Revenge at Last" is hot like fire. Click the link behind you and click the song title on their page to access the sonic explosion. These guys are out on the road beginning the end of the summer and into Fall - so, check local listings.

As of this post, I've pulled 13 "push" doors and pushed 8 "pull" doors.

The shows Saturday night were excellent! Oliver Future headlined The Mercury in Austin, Texas and played a set with 80% new material. As is always the case, they were a little shakey on new legs, but the crowd screamed approval the entire set. Endochine was purely amazing! This was the first show I'd had a chance to "listen" and "hear" them...I certainly now a fan.

Three discoveries from 2:45 am till 1 pm the next day:
1) White shirts attract Red wine
2) Swedish gum tastes awful
3) No matter what time you get in from the night before, "12:00 Noon check out means 12:00 Noon check out, sir"

2003-07-19T17:20:00.000-05:00

Freaky...my first time publishing this thing on an Apple. My first reaction? I wanna go home.

In Austin for shows and business. In case you haven't heard...Oliver Future at the Mercury on 6th street - 11 pm. Much madness to follow.

Hearing Nada Surf for the first time...right now. Check that - I heard the one top 40 song they had..."popular." This is their "redemption " record. Thank the maker for those.

2003-07-17T07:46:00.000-05:00

I guy I work with says "Humans are lazy...that's why you see people pulling on 'push' doors and pushing on 'pull' doors. We see the same first two letters on the alphabet and we make a guess and 50% of the time, we're right. But why not make it easy on everyone; change the terms on the doors from 'push' and 'pull' to 'shove' and 'yank' - think abou it...much easier."

2003-07-15T12:42:00.000-05:00

Hope I didn't scare anyone off Friday. Rest assured (those in the Washington DC area) I was 100% in control when I hit the highways and byways that afternoon. Funny thing, legal speed. But everyone around here is so caught up that it is "Fair Trade" speed...not that bad, anti-worker, corporate conglomerate speed.

So, I've turned my back on the black liquid mistress and gone back to the wife - Nothing says "Good Morning" like an Emer'gen-C - Super Orange.

On the drive back from Savannah to DC (on I-95 - congratulations Lou and Lori!), you come to the mecca known as "Perdo's South of the Border." Pedro's is a Mexican theme rest stop, replete with the South of the Border Strip Club, Fireworks Stand, Roller Coaster and Motor Inn - in that order off the Highway exit. The diner is small, but features the always popular "Cold today, Hot Tamale"...Genevieve loves that one...say it a few times, you'll end up laughing too.

My happiest / scariest moment at Pedro's South of the Border was Sunday afternoon when the man driving the GAS TRUCK pulled in to re-fill the pumps at the Pedro Pump. I know you've seen a GAS TRUCK, sometime in your life - long, silver tube trailers with CAUTION - FLAMABLE signs. The old timer gets out, connects the hose to the truck...connects the hose to the valve in the concrete and starts to re-fill. Now...he's putting gas into the tank in the ground...and gas has fumes that (if a spark comes near) can set the gas on fire and explode.

But to him, kneeling on the ground, holding onto a tube with 5000 gallons of gasoline is a perfect time to light up and enjoy a cigarette. I actually pointed and laughed...while my brain processed in 1.7 seconds what could happen if the gas catches fire. I sprinted back to my car and drove away.

2003-07-11T12:10:00.000-05:00

This is my Friday call for help...as taken from an e-mail I just wrote:

"I'm not a coffee drinker...I've got all of the excitement and energy I'm ever gonna need (but refuse to say the phrase "high on life" after a bad,
middle school DARE program incident). But everyone in this office drinks it, so I thought I would give it a try. At last count, I think I'm typing up to
150 words per minute and my rapid fire speaking skills are up to, um, somewhere near "fast as a thai hooker." That's paraphrased from a movie, of
course. I love thai people...they taste like chicken.

I guess I'm writing to find out a "McGyver-style" was of coming down off this stuff. Any helpful hints?"

Forward suggestions and backhanded comments to the e-mail link on the right...

2003-07-07T17:43:00.000-05:00

I know it's Monday...but it's time for a rant.

There is a plague spreading across this country; from friends and neighbors, peers and colleagues, etc. The plague is the phrase "touch base"...i.e. "I just called to 'touch base' with you..."

I know where it all started. This country's addition to global sport is baseball...it's widely recognized and played by millions of people, around the world. Bases play an important part in the game of baseball. Namely, you want to get on base; you want to touch all the bases; you want to score at home plate by rounding all the bases. But, "base" can also be used to describe a home...a place of organization, which relates back to military parlance.

If you look at the two definitions independently, "touch base" - draws from both, pretty evenly. People of modern times feel it necessary to grasp onto some new form of speech and abuse it relentlessly until it's played out like, well..."played out." The problem with "touch base" is that the people who use the term like to co-mingle the meanings...they like the idea of contacting the military base and giving an update from the field. They also like the idea that they are making progress and are so close to scoring for the team...they just had to let you know. My problem with both of these angles; it puts the do'er (the base toucher...think about it) in the role of self-importance, which you all know is a BIG issue with me.

Here's an idea...rather than trying to impress the person on the other end of the phone, or the 20 strangers around you who are also tired of hearing this god-forsaken phrase...say "I'm just calling to say hello and let you know what I've been doing." It's unveiled no higher power or inflated success - just honest fact. It's so much better than the alternative.

2003-07-02T15:23:00.000-05:00

Something to think about...

In an interview with Hanes, Details magazine reported that 7 out of 10 men in the United States are wearing some form of Dockers clothing right now.

2003-07-01T10:17:00.000-05:00

I checked into a Marriott Hotel in Washington DC last week...walked into the room and stopped. The room was the exact same design, set-up, furniture - everything EXACTLY the same as the Marriott in Atlanta. I know what you're thinking..."Every hotel buys the same furniture and has the same design, same room layout..." I know this, but THIS particular room is significant, because I made a decision about my life in THIS room in December, 1998. The decision would change my life over the course of a few years - but the only impact on THAT night...was I didn't get laid.

Anyway...being back in that room last week, I had two nightmares on two consecutive nights. The last one - I'm flying in a plane (small plane) and the pilot, a friend and I are going to take off. We get speed, move fast down the runway and as we begin to rise into the air...a gust of wind comes up and pushes us back. The wings turn into bird's wings, then sails...and keep us from taking off. We try again, build speed, begin to lift and whew...more wind and we are on the ground...again. I took it as a sign and checked out.

Hello, Hilton...nice to see you again.

2003-06-25T14:31:00.000-05:00

This is the funniest thing I've seen all day, provided by pickle juice: "Sure, I have my kids, but they're still young enough to be considered property." I think it was made funnier / more upsetting (?) because I woke up today to Look Who's Talking...uhhhh. I usually fall asleep to music, but my wish is to wake up to a stereo, pre-programmed with a set list. I know it's out there, linked to a computer...further submitting to the will of the...whoa...sorry.

AFF+1 went out with a whimper, at the hands of The Carsinogents...best described as Bela Lugosi Surf Punk from my wee noggin. Met Sarah's new beau Bryan who had lots of interesting thoughts on birds of prey (of the animal kingdom...not the show). Especially interesting conversation about red hawks, owls and the possibility of (them) taking away a small child. You talk about the most random things between sets...don't you?

2003-06-10T18:22:00.000-05:00

Tuesday afternoon's seem to be the best time for me to update...so this may be a trend.

Ah...another Kerrville Folk Festival has come and gone. Of the 18 days, I was at 8. A poor showing from my 13 days last year. Many people who come to Kerrville for the first time don't really understand it - but everyone easily fits into 3 categories: First and Only, Tourist, Kerrvert.

The "First and Only" has shown up with a group, or read about the festival and is curious. After the first 30 minutes, they've decided they will never come back...but they will make the most of the time they have. They tend to spend a lot of time in the vendor areas - buying or making fun of interesting, vegan foods, woven hats and shoes and liberal bumper stickers. Many repeat the phrase "What's that smell?" with a laugh...easily confusing the scent of patchouli oil with (what they think) is pot.

"Tourists" have made a commitment to the Kerrville Folk Festival to return every year for the music. They are quite content to come out when the gates open to the theater at 6 p.m., bring in their chairs and return to the same spot, clap, cheer and dance a little (when the spirit moves them)...get up at the end of the show and drive back to their homes or hotel rooms. They've all heard how great the music is in the campgrounds, they've been told they are missing the "total Kerrville experience" - and they couldn't care less. For those 6 hours per night, for 18 days, they are exactly where they need to be.

A "Kerrvert" is someone who pulls up stakes somewhere in the world, on or about May 18th every year, and heads to the Quiet Valley Ranch to live...that's right LIVE on the ranch for the 18 days of the Kerrville Folk Festival. Now...many don't make it the entire 18 days. Most show up the first weekend (or the week before to claim and set up their camp during the traditional "land rush") and travel back and forth between Kerrville and their: job, family, air conditioning and a hot shower. Kerrvert's realize the Kerrville Folk Festival is and 18 day opportunity; that happens once a year, to experience unbelievable music, friendship and sanctuary.

I hate labels, but I'm a Kerrvert. I wasn't born one, I became one. I do have to leave the ranch for my job...and yes, I do sneak away to Bandera for the respite of AC, clean laundry and more sustenance than some veggie stir-fry. But I hate every one of those days away, because of the music...the friends (old and new)...and the sanctuary.

I hope everyone in their lives has a time or an activity that provides them the same experience...the same feeling. If not, I feel very sadly for them. If you don't...you need to look deep and find it - create it. It doesn't have to be camping out with hippies on a dusty ranch for 18 days, but it needs to be something meaningful...and find it fast.

2003-06-04T10:33:00.000-05:00

Oops...back to the "once every 3 weeks update" again. My apologies.

In more painful news, I've managed to injure my Achillie's on my right foot. To be specific - I have minor tearing and a general sprain...it all adds up to one big ouch. I'm not on crutches (a debate in some circles), but I'm wearing this ankle wrap like a champ.

The second group on "soon to be named record label" came out of the studio last Thursday. 8 days have created some pretty powerful and amazing rock opera by Oliver Future. Ok, so it's more rock than opera...but the boys do succeed at being grandios and over the top. More work occurs this weekend...look for media onslaught in Sept / Oct.

Shane Bartell is also doing well...enjoying the sanctuary that is the Kerrville Folk Festival and resting up for a West Coast leg starting June 9th. East Coast dates start in July. As always...go to www.shanebartell.com for the dates.

While driving on the New York Toll this week, I noticed something strange and disturbing in the toll booth. As the fella was giving me change for my $2.15 trip...I saw a box hanging inside the toll booth. It was the size and shape of a First Aid kit - but was labeled "Bloodborne Pathogen Kit." Now...when I read that, I think it's a kit to use in case someone infects you with a bloodborne pathogen. Think about it - hand out a ticket, give change and someone sticks you with a seringe, claws you with some Lee Press On's and you have to reach for the biohazard kit. You think they talk about this possibility during the Tool Booth workers' training orientation? Wow...strange times.

2003-05-14T20:33:00.000-05:00

Fresno, California does nothing for me...but Madera is excellent. Heavy agricultural area - orange groves, olive trees, vineyards, almond trees and cherries - I've been good to the local roadside vendors. Right now, I'm working in a vineyard, looking at a 60 foot tall stile that makes 193 proof alcohol...kinda like sitting next to a 60 foot Roman Candle. The best thing about my job has to be the tours of the different production facilities. Today, I witnessed the process of making boxed wine...and got another set of safety glasses, booties and the very necessary hair net. Wine making at this facility is big. How big? 100,000 cases of wine a day - big...and only 20,000 of the boxed variety.

2003-05-07T15:36:00.000-05:00

The My Morning Jacket show is tonight...and I'll try and listen to the San Antonio Spurs vs. Lakers game on the way too and from Buffalo, NY.

I agree that NBA Basketball is pathetic (and every other professional sport) - too much money, no loyality to teams, too much "style" and not enough substance. But...I think it's a fair statement that the Spurs are the "best" team to support in the NBA - quiet leaders, good players, very little flash with solid fundamentals.

Before I forget...Shane Bartell and Oliver Future are playing this Friday - The Mercury - Austin, Texas - 9:30 p.m. Both have future releases coming out - Oliver Future in Fall and Shane in late-Fall or early-Spring. Come hear the new material and be the envy of all your friends!

Update of MMJ tomorrow...

2003-05-05T12:38:00.000-05:00

All is right with the world when Iggy Pop and the Stooges are back together with Mike Watt on Bass. See Here.

Looking over this blog, I've mentioned surprisingly little about my hometown of Bandera, Texas - the self-proclaimed "Cowboy Capitol of the World." I went to an Easter party a few weeks ago and witnessed the following conversation:

Cowboy #1 to Group - "When I meet up with a woman, I tell her I've got tha' 2 V's"
Group reply - "Tha' 2 V's? Whass' that?"
Cowboy#1 replies - "I tell her 'I've got tha Vaaa - sectomy and tha Viii - agreee.' I get a lot more dates now' a days."

More later...

2003-04-30T17:29:00.000-05:00

I hope this isn't the start of a long decline...I'm now using Internet Explorer to update my Blog.

Yeah, I feel just as bad about it as you do.

Right now, in 2003, I don't have the same "anti-Microsoft" sentiment I had back in, say...1996. But, Netscape was the basis of my first computer prank - me being on the receiving end, of course. I was presenting to some manager, some financial document. I was using my laptop, so I minimized everything to start from my desktop. As I was about to start, he asks me..."Son, what's this 'nutscrape' business?" Layne and Jason (two co-workers I haven't seen in 6 years) had renamed by Netscape icon and there it was - "Nutscrape."

I assured my manager we would not be using that program today. He replies "Good...that doesn't sound like too much fun."

2003-04-29T14:32:00.000-05:00

Look out...only a 5-day wait. We'll see if the improvement lasts.

Upstate New York, for those who don't know, is beautiful. The people (locals) need some work, but the area is really pretty. Drove the 17 highway from Binghamton to NYC through the Catskills this weekend on my way to Connecticut. You drive by the Delaware River - lots of fly fisher...people. I wan gonna say fisher MEN, but it was raining and cold...there could have been fisher WOMEN and I don't want to offend the 2 feminists who read this site. You think I'm joking.

Met up with the Hey Mercedes guys on the road to Boston. They are going in to record their latest in Cambridge. Played a college show Saturday in a really bad room to uncertain college freshmen. I don't think it's just me, but undergraduates at Southern schools have more certainty and presence. These kids looked like they were expecting the "lock-in" to begin any minute.

It's a great day when you know you will see My Morning Jacket. I am way behind on my "2 times a week" promise for live music - but South by Southwest absolves me for missing at least a month. MMJ at the Mohawk place in Buffalo, NY - next Wednesday. I'll be the guy with the recently shorter hair.

2003-04-24T13:46:00.000-05:00

Believe me...I know the "once every three weeks" thing is not acceptable. Sorry...done

Never count your chickens...vocals are not so done - we have very few to fix, but still working with the voices. The cover art looks excellent - hire professionals and you get good work. More record info soon.

I have always had a love for the Travel Channel. It first started as a crush on Samantha Brown and her show Great Vacation Homes. Nothing is better than those bath scenes...Now, I've seen the goods. The Poker show - World Tour Poker, whatever it's called. Immediate fan. Sure, I saw Rounders...good show. And yes, I gamble - but poker on TV with real guys - pro and amateur - big money! I will watch every week, and give you updates! Last night, Paul - a last minute decision to fly to San Francisco to play - won the $25,000 and the guarenteed spot at the World Poker Championship by beating an overly confident swede named Chris. Chris was a funny guy...cocky, but teeth like a Brit. He's a retired software millionare and got a grill worse than Austin "Danger" Powers.

2003-04-09T00:27:00.000-05:00

I'm ashamed. I'm also not one to make excuses...but just to catch you up...since March 19th I've:
Completed the contract in Lincoln, Nebraska, packed up all my stuff and moved it all to Texas. Flew to San Jose and Santa Cruz for a weekend cooking, birthdays, swap meets and catching up wit my left coast homies. Flew to Savannah for birthdays, packing and catching up wit my right coast homies. Drove a moving truck 1238 miles from Savannah to Bandera (with one stop at the Beau Rivage Hotel and Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi for a little craps game. Seeing someone win $3,500 on one throw is a magnificant thing...for real). Unpacking and sleeping - but only a little.

Yes...I seriously watched this guy win $3500 on one throw - double nickels.

Will be unpacking tonight and tomorrow before the the Goodwill run. My greatest Goodwill treasure is a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle of "The Last Supper" from the Goodwill store in Appleton, Wisconsin. Might put that together for the weekend.

Record - Cover art is done. Vocals are done. Going to mix next. Looks like June / July.

2003-03-19T14:59:00.000-06:00

After and amazing and exhausting week, I still feel guilty for missing a show...Death Cab for Cutie and The Velvet Teen in Omaha last night. I could not drive the hour there and back...just not physically possible.

SXSW update will come tonight - and you will need lots of time and maybe a cold beverage to go along with your reading.

2003-03-11T15:12:00.000-06:00

Made it here to Austin safe and sound...the city seems very calm, but everyone around me is moving at 5000 miles an hour.

Show recap: The Sea and Cake were technically proficiant...but no excitement. The openers, Califone, were the real prize. More on them later.
The Roots were good...not great. Engine Down was excellent.

The record has a few more vocal tracks and mixes...but you won't believe what we've created. More soon...

2003-03-06T16:24:00.000-06:00

No one's told me all that much about Pretty Girls Make Graves...but if this single is any indication, better sit up and take notice. Another group in the already too long list of "have to see them at SXSW."

Took in the sounds of Bronco here in Lincoln, Tuesday night. If you gave Michael Franks an electric guitar and took away his Steely Dan collection...you might have come up with Bronco. Excellent musicianship...but songwriting should never include the lyrics "the chemical spills" and "nuclear fallout of love", if your not performing punk music.

Gotta keep this short because tonight is The Sea and Cake at the Sokol. More later...

2003-03-05T14:42:00.000-06:00

An interesting dining concept...if you turn off all the lights, does the food taste better? I apologize for the ad's around the article, but it's worth reading...click here. The closest most had come to dining in the dark was, in the words of Michael Malloy, a 41-year-old in sales from Engelwood, N.J.: "In front of the refrigerator, 2 a.m., drunk, and I can't find the kitchen light." True...so true.

I was asked today what movie, if any, I had bought...frame unseen? My only answer: High Fidelity with Mr. John Cusack and Iben Hjejle - who had, by most accounts, the most annoying hair style in all of film. But...excellent actress in that role. All the roles were casted perfectly...which led me to another thought. There is another film that was casted perfectly; filmed, produced and executed perfectly; had an excellent story with global subject matter and personal connections to the characters...but received only fractions of the box office, accolades and (always important) buzz.

The Thin Red Line

I know...you say "It's too pretentious." No. You say "It's to ethereal." No. You say "Saving Private Ryan was a much better movie." Big No. Saving Private Ryan was a much more violent movie, with a much reduced story line, simpler characters and contrived "Hollywood" ending. It was good...but not better than Terrence Malik's picture.

Malik presents a thoughtful main character with multiple, deeply involved storylines of numerous minor characters. Malik takes time to point out the duplicity of beauty and repugnance in conflict. He also filmed battle scenes where the good guys win and they blow shit up. I can't explain exactly why I'm so frustrated about this movie not getting it's just rewards...but it may be that Malik is a fellow Texan - and we know Hollywood's ADHD relationship with Texans. Love Wes Anderson....ooouuuu...hate Wes Anderson. Love Renee Zellweger....hate Renee Zellweger...and, ok...Love Renee Zellweger.

Breath...

So, next week...we will be comin' to you live from Austin, Texas...which really WILL be the Live Music Capital of the World. South By Southwest will start next week and we have to get a record signed. Shane reports that "you're not going to believe the strings" and that vocals, trombone and trumpet are recorded this week...mixed...pressed and presto! We're broke. Look for the "Too Soon to Say" release party invites sometime in late-March, early-April.

Sorry to rant so much...but, wow...see that film. And come to Shane's release party. And give me a Valium...cla

2003-03-04T17:21:00.000-06:00

Ok...the second funniest thing I've seen all day...

Don't get trapped under stuff.

If your dumb ass does get trapped under stuff, amuse yourself in your final moments with shadow puppets.

2003-03-01T16:08:00.000-06:00

28 days of complete sobriety. If you would have told me in December I was not going to have a single drink in February, I might have believed you. I don't ever doubt that I can or can't do something...but I would have considered it quite unlikely. I feel fine...no different from when I was drinking. I do have a headache, but that's because I haven't eaten. After going a month without it, do I think I drink too much? No. Do I think I drank too much in December and January? Definitely...but I will chalk that up to location and situation. Now...the big questions...

Do I think I will drink tonight? Not really...I've only truly missed not drinking one time. While driving from Bandera to Austin, in the middle of a driving rainstorm, I wanted Scottish Ale from Lovejoy's. I don't really want a drink now. So I may stay on the wagon...or on the drinker's "injured reserve."

In my work, I travel quite a bit and have the occasion to meet many diverse people. Because the specifics of my job are hard to explain, I sometimes let people infer what my profession is...and I don't correct them - whether they are right or not. Last night, I was a writer.

It's not a complete deception...I do write this, on or about the same frequency as other professional journalists (i.e. that comment is a rationalization as to why I didn't correct them last night and tell them the truth). My belief is, people want to be excited...sometimes they want to find energy and excitement in strangers and forget about boring things. I let them create the excitement in their heads; answer questions that are true and enjoy the evening.

A late-40's couple their drunken friend in his 50's and another stranger (late-30's) called me over and were noting I was studying an essay I had printed. The older man asked me "How does it feel to be a writer?" My answer, " I like to write. I don't make any money at it, but I enjoy the prose, I enjoy free-form stream of consciousness writing and I meet excellent people." Deceptive? Perhaps...but I never said "I'm a writer for the Times - it's bully!" I told them my feelings about writing this blog and I was honest...about my feelings about writing this blog - and I do meet interesting people. The group took my response and we began a long night's discussion about multiple topics and issues - Nebraska politics, paying NCAA players, airplanes, petroleum by-products…all the usual conversation. At the end of the evening, the couple leaves and it's the three of us men. The older man says, "You know...that guy and I have been friends for a long time, but his wife and I have had a thing going on for 5 years."

Guess who's not playing honest in the game of deception anymore...

2003-02-28T17:24:00.000-06:00

Rock journalists are funny. Indie-rock journalists are especially funny because the really FEEL the progression (or regression) of music...they take it personally. If "Indie-rock" (or alt-rock, or emo) was an adjective that existed in the 70's...an "indie-rock" journalist would have coined the term "corporate rock" to define their displeasure with the music being released by Journey, Styx, Boston, etc...they're offended.

The funniest is when an Indie-rock journalist looses her or his shit in the middle of a record review...as exemplified by the phrase: "The country's no-brow simpletons lap this shit up like a last meal. It'll sell for the same reasons The Man Show's lasted four seasons and Spencer Gifts can't keep inflatable tits and farting monkeys in stock." This phrase comes from Mr. Ryan Schreiber, editor-in-chief of Pitchforkmedia.com...and he's right. Read the review of Har Mar Superstar's You Can Feel Me album...and laugh right along with me.

How much time is required between having yourself photographed that people don't confuse narcissism and needing to document that you lived in a certain decade? The last time I was photographed professionally...was in college; and that's been a while. My friend Zechariah mentioned that he wanted to photograph me...but he does the real thing - models from an agency, wind tunnel, spritzer. Yeah...not exactly me. But, if you're gonna do it...I think it's easier to trust a friend with your self-image; rather than the Olen Mills guy next to the "Silver Emporium" in the mall.

2003-02-27T11:25:00.000-06:00

Another reason I love my home state...can't keep your mouth shut in court? Our judges will shut it for you...

I find this fascinating...can you begin to comprehend 7.6 billion miles? And I couldn't be the only one to have said "Vger" when I read the page. You know, the first curse word I ever heard was at the Taylor Movie Theater on Main street in Taylor, Texas. Kevin Caffey's mom has driven us the 30 minutes from Rockdale to go see the Disney cartoon up in the balcony...I think it was "Snow White"...we were 7 I think, maybe 9...and were willing to do anything NOT to see Snow White. So, we begged to see "Star Trek." Neva agreed (what a kewl name) and we went into the big theater...it was the two of us, three folks to the lower left and a couple 10 rows in front of us.

Right about the time Spock steals the "rocket space suit" thing and goes into his acid trip...the film breaks. The couple in front of us blurts out "oh...shit" I'll never forget Kevin's eyes...we thought we were doomed for sure. Wasn't too long after that, his Dad caught us singing along in the car to the J. Geils Band's "Piss on the Wall." I think we made it through one verse...

2003-02-25T18:33:00.000-06:00

I know he's been criticized for his "protest statement", but it's so simple...be a rock icon for 20 years, look around, gain some knowledge and intelligence...then you can make political statements that do more than bring attention to yourself.

The tribute to Joe Strummer and The Clash was excellent. Mr.'s Ghrol, Costello, Springsteen and Van Zandt stole the show...but you know who sounded the best? Little Stevie Van Zandt...he nailed it.

Who didn't nail it? Simon and Garfunkel...they were on for the first 2 verses, but the wheels came off after that.

I purposely waited and did not buy the latest Queens of the Stone Age album...because I knew I couldn't handle it. R - was genius. Quick and to the Pointless is a brilliant song. I knew I had to wait so I wouldn't...I almost wrote overdose, which leads me to the Feel Good Hit of the Summer. See? It's infectious.

Saturday, during my 3-hour stint at Waterloo Records, I bought it. I just made it past the first 5 cuts this afternoon. I recognize the difference, and it's not all Dave Ghrol. Well, it is and it isn't. You know how people will credit "superstars" (in any profession) for being superstars because the make everyone around them better? That's Dave Ghrol...but, he also influences the product. After a few more listens...I may change my mind. But...the last minute and a half of Song for the Dead is unreal.

I actually had a discussion group debate with someone between the talents of Jimmy Chamberlain and Dave Ghrol. I said it then and I will say it now...Chamberlain's good - but he couldn't hold Ghrol's jock.

2003-02-25T12:55:00.000-06:00

Or this afternoon...whatever

After coming under serious threat this past weekend...AFF is still in tact. In Austin again to support the recording and the artists. One more than the other...bet you can't guess which. Met up with a group of old college friends Friday night who made every attempt to break me down - but my will is "strong like bull"...and sobriety prevailed. Two things I notice (and I may have already said this)...1) my nervous energy level is WAY up - hamster running in that circle thing, up...2) when in a bar with friends, I drink club soda 5 times the rate they drink theirs. I gave more in tips Friday night - because I was always up at the f'n bar. The staff at the Cuba Libra stopped rolling their eyes after the third trip.

After witnessing many failed attempts for the (obviously lonely) peeps to connect, I heard the phrase from my friend Jeff: "I hate this...the sober guy knows everything that happened and can remind me how big of an ass I was tonight." Yeah...I think punching girls in the chest and yelling "Who you wit'?!?" qualifies as being an ass.

I won't make this a "why I hate the 'new Austin'" speech - but every woman I saw in that club Saturday...check that...90% of the women I saw in that club looked like they just came back from a LA casting call for the next Joe Millionaire show. Blond (bottled and natural), unreal amounts of make up, peasant shirts, silver jewelry and acting. This is not a natural occurrence...this is imported, like the wood beetle or Robby Williams and is affects us all. Please resist or get inoculated...quickly.

One observation from Nebraska (yes, I'm still here). If you're in a fast food, drive through line...and you are ALREADY eating on some fast-food French fries, you have a problem. Yes...I saw you. Problem...big problem.

2003-02-24T17:13:00.000-06:00

Big update tonight...of course with Grammy comments, AFF updates and etc. See you in a few hours.

2003-02-17T15:34:00.000-06:00

The garage attic is floored...well, 3/4ths of it. Enough to get everything that should be in the attic, up and out of the way (obvious choices are old speakers and car stereo's, folding chairs, old dishes and the dreaded seasonal stuff). I don't know how many of you make your living doing home building or construction - but you earn every dollar.

Spent St. Valentine's Day single...which was not all that bad. First time in a while I was not out to dinner with someone on that day. I can't say it was better - I like giving flowers, having a romantic dinner, makin' out in the back of a club during a live show...but it was all right.

Made a visit to the Fool Moon and wished their success - the place was slammed, and much to their credit. Anyone serving Mexican Vanilla (or Vanilla bean) ice cream deserves lots of business.

And finally...the song on the Mitsubishi commercial with the French house beat and waify, female vocal - Breathe by Telepopmusik. They are (go figure) a French, house group who will be in San Antonio at Club XS, this Saturday night. Kir Royal for everyone!...else...damn AFF.

2003-02-13T10:57:00.000-06:00

Drunks are funny...especially when you're sober. Sometimes they are ha-ha funny, mostly they are sad / funny. But last night, it was downright film noir / surreal funny.

Two musical acquaintances were in town last night (in Lincoln, Nebraska - no way that ever happens): Patrice Pike and David Zollo. Patrice (I've mentioned here before) played an acoustic set up the strip while David, and his trio, were set up at Duffy's. Patrice is an excellent talent - you listen and wonder where in this woman this enormous power, sincerity and voice generates.

David's music is equally powerful, but for a completely different reason. His trio plays piano led blues and southern rock with the energy and fire that makes unsuspecting members of the crowd holler out (much to their surprise)...with smiles and hip shakes from places deep within their musical soul. In the same reason the Brothers Robinson tried to reminded us what rock really meant, Zollo connects...barefoot and happy behind a Wurlitzer and a grin. The reaction from the crowd after the cheeky "While You Undress" gathered this response, "Well, damn. That's more than hospitable, that's down right rowdy!"

Alright, confession time. Historically, I've never watched "reality TV," but I'm caught up in this Joe Millionaire web. Yeah, I felt duped on Monday night - but a nationwide boycott the final show? Are you f'n nuts? Why else did I waste 6 (or so) nights of my life...so I can have Debi in the next cube tell me what happened? Hell, no. I'm gonna see him pick...I'm gonna see Zora cry...I'm gonna see Sarah say, "You're not a what?"...I'm gonna see Sarah slam him and leave.

And I'm gonna see the after-show where all the women call him names...and see their jaws drop when Fox gives him a check for 5 million dollars.

2003-02-12T10:28:00.000-06:00

Flew home to Texas to get over the illness - Thursday night until Tuesday morning. Didn't follow all the rules and went to Austin for the night Saturday...saw Wan Santo Condo, Oliver Future and Shane Bartell at The Mercury. For a place I've never been to before, I will miss it when it's gone. The Mercury shuts it's doors on May 4th to make way for a hip-hop club, with a twist.

Evidently, the owners of The Yellow Rose (a Gentlemen's Club in Austin) have become big fans of the "everything" venue. They've wanted to open their own club on 6th, so they made the Mercury guys an offer on the club they couldn't turn down. According to venue watchers at Lovejoy's, "The new owners have encouraged the strippers from The Rose to hang out at the club when they're not working." This would lead me to believe all of the guys who go to see the ladies work at The Yellow Rose can meet up with their favorite starlet, buy her (them) a drink and impress her with how well THEY dance...um, well...yeah, not likely.

I consider this something of a repeat, seeing the Soho out of the windows of The Mercury. The Soho was an upstairs hip-hop spot (managed by Mr. Dudley, turned engineering student) that occasionally hosted many groups of ladies from the various Gentlemen's clubs around town. I remember Mr. Dudley's heyday at the Soho; I kinda remember buying a drink for a lady or two, but I never showed them how well I dance.

Wan Santo Condo has good rock chops and the singer / guitarist has perfected the "Chris Cornell" sound...but that's the problem. There's only one Soundgarden - never to be repeated...only on Hoot nights.

Speaking of Hoots...is Johnny Cash serious covering DM's "Personal Jesus"? I almost fell out of my chair.

Oliver Future is what makes rock fun and exciting. The lyrics are introspective and grieving ("I love your complications, why don't you love me")...but we all know it's ALL about the delivery. They produce the energy, the stage swagger and sincerity that wins over the crowd, even if they are aping Bowie and Iggy - at least they left the outfits back with A Love Supreme. The new group hits it flush and you need to pay heed - especially if they land J.J. Johnson on drums full time.

2003-02-06T10:55:00.000-06:00

Ahhhh, the roller coaster ride continues. Coughing kept me up all night - that and a little ?uestlove and Black Thought, but I am surprisingly upbeat and productive. When I showed up to work at 6:30 a.m., I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance for some of these people. "What's got into you?" "Virus...nasty, sleep depriving virus. Willing to share!"

You know the best place to pick up new phrases? Watch boxing. Late Tuesday night / Wednesday morning - Showtime boxing. This week, one guy came up with, "Yeah...if I get ya drunk, I'm gonna rob ya." But boxing always had the great phrases and the phrasemakers. I know you immediately think of Ali...and he was excellent. But I always remember one from Sonny Liston, "Be smart, stay in school and don't rob no liquor stores."

2003-02-05T11:42:00.000-06:00

Happy Birthday Clara!

Cough, cough...sniffle, sniffle. I'm slowly replacing my blood with Robitussin, but - non alcoholic.

2003-02-03T15:22:00.000-06:00

Ok...first three days of AFF and no shakes. Solid. When can I expect the migraine headaches and sweats?

Every time you feel depressed about where you are in the world, just head West to a little place in they call San Francisco. I will never get tired of visiting that city. Went south to San Jose on Saturday and trespassed across a brussel sprout farm to get to a private beach. A small, circular cove...excellent for digging for mussels and relaxing with Tom, Jane and Cal (these are the times when a digital camera is really necessary).

Saturday night, attended the 924 Gilman hardcore festival, known as "Super Sabado Gigante". Anyone who told you "hardcore is dead" is very wrong, brother...very wrong. Gilman is a punk Mecca by itself - imagine a 40 X 30 yard mini-airplane hangar with graffiti tags on every surface and cage wire and padding on everything important (read AC compressor, speakers, etc). $5 gets you into one night of the festival - but the earplugs you had to bring yourself - call me a realist, but I want to hear my first child say "Gee, Dad...this Kylesa record kicks ass!" Kylesa did bring the 300+ into a frenzy, but my new favorite is Holier Than Thou?.

Evidently, their lead singer took a header doing a skateboard trick - so they had volunteer vocalists. A very enthusiastic bunch - the bass player announced, "We're gonna play the songs. If you know the words and can get a hold of the mic...it's all yours." One pit on the floor, one on the stage.

When witnessing the unreal (like this occasion) I often catch myself smiling - but you can't smile at a hardcore show! I quickly changed the reaction and regret the error. Can't get my 924 Gilman membership card revoked - seriously...they issue cards.

2003-01-29T15:19:00.000-06:00

The rumors are true...I am quickly coming up on AFF. After a few discussions and some research with those who have tried it - it's gonna be "Alcohol Free February"...AFF for those who like the acronyms. The first person (I know of) to participate in AFF was Herb Kelleher - after a meeting with his doctor. Legend has it...the doctor says "Herb...I know you love the Wild Turkey, but your liver is a mess. You have to give up drinking for a month." Herb replies with "Ok doc...can I pick the month?"

And I am convinced I do not have a drinking problem - I've got enough money, so it's not a problem (Thank you, David Lee). But I have never NOT drank and to me...that's not a good excuse. If I find that I am having a hard time after a couple of days...than I may re-think the "problem" bit. But right now...I think all's going to be well. My liver will thank me for the brief reprieve and I will look forward to a very happy Carnival - starting out with two Hey Mercedes shows in Madison and Chicago.
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You have never been more amused than by watching 4 people who have never played a cello, viola or similar string instrument, argue for an evening while writing string arrangements. Highlighted by the phrase..."Dude...it's gotta stay rock."

2003-01-23T11:45:00.000-06:00

I love it when it's so cold...your eyelashes freeze together.

2003-01-21T17:12:00.000-06:00

Almost forgot...people in Lincoln, Nebraska...they love their pool. Really...scary, obsessive love. One fella came into Duffy's last night with two (2) leopard print pool cue bags with pins and his own chalk and a Snoop Dog T - ready for action. Two guesses who didn't challenge him...

2003-01-21T13:51:00.000-06:00

Hang on, cause this is gonna be a long one...

There's something about having your ass handed to you - or at least being knocked off your pedestal...especially by someone you don't have a lot of respect for. Probably why it stings that much more.

And the funny thing is...to just sit there, listen and take it. I can take criticism, constructive and otherwise. I give the visual cues - I get it. But this feels different. Maybe because I care so little about the outcome of this work...

and there in lies the problem.

Last night - while fighting my recurring insomnia - I was watching Eastwood in Hang 'em High and wishing I was back on a horse. I began "serious" horseback riding and training at 8 (or 9) on a Paint horse called "Patches." Patches didn't like me much, but I don't think he liked anyone much. He was older and was not enthused about going through the paces of horse training with a greenhorn like me.

During a particularly difficult training day – Patches was fighting a roping exercise. My trainer had come in, trying to give me some direction and made a move for his belt…silly, silly man. Patches responded by going up on his hind legs and kicking with his front. I fell off, had my wind knocked out of me and landed head first 3 inches from a metal pole. Oh course, he was probably more scared than I was…

I got back on Patches…dazed and determined and finished the day. Later that week, I rode barrels and did respectable…but far from first. If I remember right, that was “Rockdale Fair” week – I did even worse in the BMX race. Wrecked out on the 3rd turn with 6 other kids and we all got into a fight. My nannie (grandmother) has a picture of me, close to the front, with the dust flying. If I ever figure out how to post pictures on this site...that will be the first.

2003-01-18T15:47:00.000-06:00

This guy deserves every bit of pub he gets...

2003-01-18T15:26:00.000-06:00

I understand that your senses trigger neurological responses in your brain...and a most common response is memory. To me, the sense of hearing helps he to recall the most memories, mostly hearing a song or a phrase. But my sense of smell seems to have a more impressive and complete recollection.

Example - while living in France last year, I spent a considerable amount of time in a hotel...small room, open windows over the main street, very distinctive smell of (and I'm guessing here) limestone and sandalwood (it's a fine place...great location - ask for Ishem). Coming back into the office today, after lunch, I caught that smell and was immediately transported to that place. I closed my eyes and felt myself looking out that window, putting clothes away in the closet, going down the stairs for a walk. I hope other people have the same reaction to other senses - I would feel badly if they didn't...such a rush.

The snow has returned and stuck around - very different for a Texas boy. Thanks to the folks at The Moose's Tooth - Lincoln for keepin' a brother warm.

2003-01-16T17:16:00.000-06:00

April 19th - Shane Bartell CD Release party at The Mercury, Austin, Texas. No title for the record, yet...but the sounds are very sweet coming from that studio. What are the people saying? "A record you want to listen to while making love to your lady"..."a rainy day record that sounds like Motown"...yeah, I'm confused too...

And yes, The Mercury is closing...and no, not before our CD Release show. Any changes and I will get you the news, two-times quick.

The weekend in Savannah was surprisingly tame...dinners and drinks and the like. Did see a Tibetan Sand Mandala at the Telfair Museum of Art. Try to find one of these and watch the construction...makes you appreciate patience. As the picture on the linked site displays...these 4 lamas (monks) work in shifts to complete the mandala from memory. It takes 10 years of study to earn the position of "mandala artist" - I just want to learn how they do that voice / harmony modulation trick...

2003-01-15T14:26:00.000-06:00

Seems my last 3 updates haven't been posted...so I may need to go back and re-read the instructions. Sorry for the delay...

2003-01-07T16:53:00.000-06:00

It's so good to see that other people are starting to gain knowledge of Cormac McCarthy. One of my Top 5 authors. Cities of the Plain is #8 on his list...which I can agree with. It's the continuing story of John Grady Cole from All the Pretty Horses. Excellent book and (despite many opinions) a good movie...not excellent, but good. Billy Bob is good as a director and Mr. McCarthy gave it his blessing...I thought it was true to the book. Then again...I kinda liked David Lynch's Dune too...so, go figure...

I will keep my Grammy nominations rant very short. There's no way...no way Wilco's "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" doesn't get nominated. Unbelievable. The only category that rescues my faith is Blues. I wish both Solomon Burke and the North Mississippi All-stars could win - but the nod goes to Mr. Burke. The All-stars will be back and Solomon Burke did write and sing "Cry to Me." Do what I do...print out the Grammy ballot, make two selections - one mark for who "will win" and a second for who "should win."

And, yes...I am going back to Savannah this weekend. Hope I remember it, when it's all over.

2003-01-02T11:36:00.000-06:00

Hope and peace in the New Year.

There's always something strange when seeing your name in the press. A friend and I were in a coffee house New Year's Day and were asked our predictions for 2003. I made some observations (mostly laughable) and went on to see The Two Towers.

Walked into work today to scowls and frowns - it's not nice to belittle the local college football team with negative predictions in their hometown. The person interviewed after me predicted "war, pestilence and famine." Sheesh...I say their team's gonna stink - this guy predicts global meltdown and I'm wearing the scarlet letter? I think it's time to leave...

But, it did get me thinking...are things really that bad?

2002-12-30T11:50:00.000-06:00

Long Break...good for the soul. Family has never laughed that much in a long time. Best advice? Have them all do a Polaroid scavenger hunt.

I am constantly impressed with the quirks of my new, small town home. It's always fun to have to wait in your car for a rooster to cross the street - in the middle of downtown. And equally impressive to have an owl fly over you at 11:30 at night. More soon...

2002-12-19T13:00:00.000-06:00

Took in a double bill last night...Junior Mighty and Golden Age. Junior Mighty is a very stripped down, experimental two piece - doing modernist...uh...music. The most entertaining was the use of multiple instruments and arrangements - ukulele, banjo, xylophone, recorder...all beneath video of a road trip. And none of it tongue-in-cheek.

Golden Age (I hate to say) was very typical senso-pop. The problem with the post-modern / art rock movement is that most of the male songwriters and performers live in the flat side of the scale...and tend to sing that way too. No matter how important the songwriting is, if you play me a 1-hour set and sing flat all night, I'm not going to enjoy it. Also doesn't help if you stay stuck in the 3/4 time.

Leaving for Texas in the morning for one week of holiday madness - cross your fingers.

Over lunch, a conversation about people who keep running into one another by chance. The speaker quoted a book saying those people had "unfinished business." Does this count for the girl I keep seeing at these rock shows? I can't think of a faster way to receive a drink in the face than by walking up and saying "Hi. You don't know me...but cosmically, we have unfinished business."

2002-12-18T14:16:00.000-06:00

All age's shows make me smile. This past Saturday, while waiting for HM to take the stage, I was standing in the back 3rd of the Sokol Auditorium. After a quick census with a friend, we determined we were the 4th and 5th oldest people on the floor - who weren't working. I have to say...age has never bothered me. Many of my friends often tell me I am the youngest person they know...I still get carded for drinks, cigarettes...even a movie, last year.

While waiting for the acts to start, the house is playing music - 70's rock and 80's pop music...music I grew up listening to - lynchpin songs that you relate to some experience. For example - "Purple Rain"...Jennifer Young asked me to the Sadie Hawkins dance in 7th grade and kissed me on the cheek to that song. Of course, she was trying to make Trent Northern jealous because he went with Karen Wiley who I was REALLY in love with...sigh...

So...Purple Rain is played and a handful of emo teen couples break off and begin the hands on hips / hands on shoulders dance. It's nice to see, many things don't change.

After Prince finishes...a familiar guitar / keyboard riff begins..."Here we stand...Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two..." A tiny blond, blue eye shadow and sparkles who tips the scales at 14, jumps up and screams "Oh My God!!! Journey!!!" And like all holier than thou, music elitists...I thought...huh? If Steve Perry were standing next to her, she would be thinking "Who's this perv and how soon can I go huff again?"

(Side point...I have to make a conscious decision to not become the bitter, know-it-all music fundamentalist and let people have their experiences - even encourage them)

Why is "Separate Ways" important? My best friend's older brother went to see Journey in '83. And he brought us both back something very special - Journey headbands...no shit. They were gray synthetic cloth with black silk-screen - outlines of the members of the band and the "Frontiers" symbol. There are 4 things I wish I could find from my childhood...the Journey headband was one of them.

2002-12-16T18:45:00.000-06:00

Very special thanks to the gentlemen of Hey Hercedes...two excellent shows - we'll meet up again.

2002-12-13T13:55:00.000-06:00

Sigh...deep sigh. I join many people in mourning the death of Mary Hansen, a member of Stereolab. I was at a gathering in Houston in 1997 when a person I never met told me, "Go out and find Dots and Loops by Stereolab. You will be amazed." The sounds and sonic orchestra they created was inspiring, confusing...sometimes annoying...but always filled with intrigue. So...go, find that album, play track 4 - Diagonals - and you will hear what I mean.

Very excited about another visit to the Sokol Auditorium in Omaha this Saturday to see our old friends Hey Mercedes. They will be opening up for The Get Up Kids and causing a ruckus. The Kids are apparently going to be minus another KC favorite - Shiner has announced their end. I mentioned trying to see them in a previous post...but a deer in the road spelled doom for their 2nd tour bus...so much for not believing in omens. I'm just full of good news...

The coffee drinking is a dead issue...the first thing that comes to my mind is the title of a popular play right now..."I love you, you're perfect, now change!" But it's trying to alter myself to fit into the acceptance of someone else. I know it's a metaphor...or a double entendre...one of those things. But it's not easy being the perfect one no one wants...that's not fair...being the perfect one everyone wants for a little while, then chooses something else. Too harsh? Yeah...you're right...I ain't so perfect.

2002-12-10T15:11:00.000-06:00

I think I know how committed I am to start a relationship when I try and drink coffee. I'm not a coffee drinker...I get the shakes, mood alteration, loss of focus, etc. But not being a coffee drinker can be a deal breaker...so I try and start slow. Decaf, hot tea (green tea is the only thing to order and retain your manhood), etc. I can deal with some of the side effects, but the loss of focus is the worst. I'm a busy person already, but being fuel injected with 16 oz. of cocoa and caffeine is probably not in the cards for the body chemistry. And it seems that all of the music I listen to goes by awfully quickly...

My opinion...Ricky Williams is the most reasonable, grounded individual (in recent history) who has been placed in extraordinary circumstances because of his talents and has retained his soul. Most athletes, if they've ventured into the internet for exposure, have turned to their sponsorship teams for web design and hype creation on their web-sites - "Play my new video game...buy my shoe...watch me dunk on this clown...etc." How grounded is Ricky? He goes to a portal and buys his own domain and host service, uses an over-the-counter web design program to design and post his own website, updates a daily journal and responds to e-mail, himself. He's even got family pictures!!! If you've lost your faith in the modern athlete...give this guy 5 minutes. He will surprise and impress you.

2002-12-09T18:40:00.000-06:00

You owe yourself a trip to the local independent theater to see "Standing in the Shadows of Motown." The story of The Funk Brothers needs to be heard and understood by anyone who owns any record by Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, The Supremes...any of the Motown power groups. It's late in coming, but these pioneers of Soul and R&B deserve your attention and praise...even if only for 2 hours. I won't give any of the story away, but you will smile and sing along for the majority of the time...and every minute gives you some reaction, some feeling. Not many outlets of modern media can claim to do that...

My only complaint is specific to one artist...Gerald Levert. I bought the LSG album and appreciate him as a powerful singer. But can't you put on a decent pair of pants? Got the entire Funk Brothers band behind you, a SRO audience and you're singing "Reach Out, I'll Be There"...and you show up in a pair of sweat pants? Damn...

2002-12-06T17:24:00.000-06:00

Yesterday and today I have been hoping for the modern axiom "No brains, no headache." I can't shake this thing...so, I've tried to act stupid. I guess it's working about as well as any over the counter.

Making a trip to Atlanta tomorrow - dinner at The Food Studio in the King Plow arts center . I highly recommed it...and give yourself some time to walk around the studios - great art (digital and traditional).

2002-12-05T12:52:00.000-06:00

The power of the internet (for me) is also the greatest distraction. Today, I come across Matt Mahaffey's second release (the group he front's is called Self - really solid stuff, technical / orchestral pop, check it out) - Breakfest with Girls. As I'm listening to groups, I often wonder what their up to - are they recording, touring, quitting and taking day jobs?

So, I fire up Mr. Netscape...Google search...and slam, I'm in Self music central - replete with Message board. There's 20 minutes reading all of those entries. Then I wonder, "what's Talib Kweli been up to?" - with his new release. Search...another 20 minutes gone. sheesh...

The latest Shane Bartell record is progressing very well. While navigating the back streets of Austin, Texas and listening to the basic tracks last week, we defined it as "you're gonna wanna make love to your lady while listening to this record."

2002-12-03T14:13:00.000-06:00

Despite my honest attempts of dictionary and spell-check...I've been told I'm riddled with misspellings. Really? Tough...life's difficult and this ain't the Times. So, read my imperfections in thought and spelling, smile and feel superior.

While sitting in my window seat on American flight #670 yesterday morning, a gentlemen sat next to me who went WAY overboard on the "good smell 'um," as my grandpa Charlie would say. Why do this? Is he afraid it's gonna wear off too soon, so he compensates? Why wear any? I'm a firm believer in the pheromone theory. It's all biological - don't you really want someone who reacts positively to your natural scent, as opposed to your questionable wit and "sense of style"? Or worse, what if the scent you're applying clashes with your natural scent. You could be throwing an "avoid me at all costs" message to the opposite sex - but I think that's called Brut.

2002-11-28T11:07:00.000-06:00

Back safe from France...Lacoste, Bonneiux and Paris. No words to describe the trip - unreal.

Holidays starting and spending time at home in Texas. FFF. More later...

2002-11-18T15:50:00.000-06:00

It's a difficult tug-of-war...I'm having to debate which is my favorite 70's pop / super group song, which has been prominently featured in a film in the last 5 years. It comes down to "Spill the Wine" by War or "I Don't Wanna Know" by Fleetwood Mac. "Spill the Wine" is obvious...I (and every other male) wants to be that guy in the song. And "I Don't Wanna Know" is the only song off Rumors that doesn't annoy you after 6 or 10 spins...in succession. One night, being the last table at the Cafe Metropole (RIP), the kitchen staff played said record and song 13 times for tear down and clean up. It just kept getting funnier. Not that I go to these places...but on Karaoke nights...why don't they have THOSE songs available to sing?

To continue...Engine Down (Saturday night show), from Richmond, Va. Good lads, keeping up the emo rock mysticism. With loud, chunk bass and sonic sadness - they were better than expected. Lyrics like "How can you honestly say that you’re content with me?" make you wonder if they're questioning their girlfriends', their parents' or their God. But going to these shows...I am realizing (like many others) that the performers are trying to out self-deprecate each other...even the crowd. Engine Down's guitarist / lead singer removed his sweater at the end of the set - revealing a white t-shirt with a hand-written plea..."Don't stab me." It would be clever if it didn't try so hard...

2002-11-17T16:35:00.000-06:00

I think there's an omen between musicians and deer. Shiner cancelled last night - they totaled their rental van after T-'n up a 10 point. My mother, also a musician, as been hit twice by deer - yeah...they hit her, ran into her car.

Openers were the Capitol City Dusters, followed by Engine Down. Oops...gotta run....more later.

2002-11-15T15:49:00.000-06:00

Everyone keeps raving about these guys called "Shiner"...so, I'm off to see what the fuss is about. Saturday night at the Sokol in Omaha. Todd from HM seems impressed, and I trust his judgement...

A friend here in Lincoln (who makes a mean sandwich) told me she's never seen either ocean. "Actually, I can't leave the state until I'm 25...without permission." Alright...she continued with this little nugget - "Remember when your mother told you 'Hangin' out with those kids will get you in trouble.'? She's right..."

2002-11-14T15:54:00.000-06:00

Is it cheating to have a blog, but not understand how to alter your blogger code? Grrrr...stupid....technology....code....crap

2002-11-13T20:04:00.000-06:00

Dear Dubya - I know you now have control over both houses of Congress...and that's fine and all. But whatever you do - no declaring war in the next 21 days. That's all I ask. You already stole one vacation from me...I'm just taking back what's mine. Ta velo? Gracias.

Oh, yeah...the Governor says "Hi."

2002-11-12T14:16:00.000-06:00

I can't say this enough...good music is out there - you just have to be open and it will find you...

Last night - walking home after work and an errand (around 8 p.m.), make the light, cross the corner and that's where I hear it - cumbia. Growing up in Texas, my first memory of music from my father was Bob Wills and Freddy Fender. On hunting trips in South Texas, the only radio you could receive deep in brush county were the cross border stations throwing 100,000 watts of tejano, conjunto and mariachi music into the small transistor GE radio sitting on top of the stove. After a few trips, we would purposely tune in Piedras Negras or Nuevo Loredo - singing, with no comprehension of the words. I remember how excited he was with the beginning of the Texas Tornados...we even saw Johnny Rodriguez together last year. I'm providing you this background so you can understand how important Latin music is to me.

So, what stopped me at the corner last night was hearing cumbia music coming from the Zoo Bar. Of any type of music in existence, cumbia is the last type I would expect to hear being played in Lincoln, Nebraska - Taco Bell is the closest these people get to Latin anything.

The players were a group from San Diego called Agua Dulce. Now...some people claimed after 2001 that Latin music had its rise and fall and now exists in it's own, small musical neighborhood. Bullshit. Latin music is everywhere and has finally eclipsed the curiosity lended to it from mainstream "white" America. That said...the group who needs to be movin' YOUR neighborhood is Agua Dulce. These cats blend cumbia, conjunto, salsa, regge, soul and funk, Brazilian percussion into a fiery mix that can burn all night...and judging by the title of their first record, "Searching for Juana"...they probably do long after the stage is cleared. The excitement for Agua Dulce is not only about the style of music and the reaction of the crowd, but how talented they are as musicians. They routinely trade positions and instruments on stage...mid-song...and continue the ritual. Many of the patrons who wonder in are led from doorway...to bar...to dance floor and never leave. It all ends in a percussion jam...close your eyes and you're in the streets of Sao Paulo during the highlight of Carnival. By this point, everyone is on their feet...regulars who live on that barstool are up and clapping along to the rhythm. Regretfully, it all ends...but with smiles and sweat all around, you know you weren't alone. The guys come off the stage, sell out of their records and are looking for the next scene.

We all venture over to Duffy's who is hosting the Legendary Stardust Cowboy. He's credited as being one of Bowie's idols...Ziggy "borrowed" his namesake. To his credit, he moves better than any social security recipient I've ever seen - not in California. But musically - you would have to call it "performance country."

"Cow punk" was a term used to describe fringe country artists in Nashville in the late 80's and early 90's - Foster and Lloyd, Rodney Crowell, etc. After seeing this performance last night...the term was used to soon. Some of the Cowboy's lyrics include: "I went looking for Saddam Hussein and I found you" and "I brush my teeth with the flower bed." And I can't forget the random injection of "who hoos," the chastising of the bad with "When I say cut it off, I mean cut it off!!!" and fits over who stole his water. After a start and stop 40 minute set, he was off the stage in a flash...not caring who he nicked with his spurs. I think the overall reaction from the crowd - including myself - was laughter. It was just damn funny...

2002-11-08T15:43:00.000-06:00

Ventured to the Zoo Bar in Lincoln to hear Ani Mato. The Zoo is known (in these here parts) as a blues spot...or so the T-shirts say. But tonight, it's a three-piece jazz outfit - bass, drums, keys. Why is it that 60% of the males who play a Hammond B-3 / Yamaha DX-7 all look and act a little like Donald Fagen...does anyone else notice that? The group was talented, meaning that all of their talent was equally distributed among every member. It was good, solid beat jazz with phases of funk slid in...Spiro Gyra with some Jimmy Smith.

As good as they were...and one of the guy's who bucks the 60% trend - the Gamble Brothers Band out of Memphis, Tennessee takes my prize for "White guy's who play organs...well." They are unreal. I saw them twice this year - both times in Memphis...but the most memorable being at the end of the Beale Street Music Festival. Talk about funk shuffle - get the first 8 bars of Stevie's "Higher Ground" in your head. Remember? Whaou...wha wha wha wha...ua ah a ua ah a...and that's the vibe. Wow...do I miss Memphis.

2002-11-07T19:29:00.000-06:00

Not much today...enjoying the healing chiropractic arts. Man, do I get weird visions when I get adjusted...

2002-11-06T19:29:00.000-06:00

I think the oldest things I own are some Japanese coins from the Edo and Meiji Dynasties…which are pretty damn old. But 10,000 years - could that be the time required for an evolutionary change? May not be as drastic as growing tails or opposable thumbs...but, say...white skin to darker skin (as a species). In a generational sense, I would think so. All you evolutionary anthropologists, don't all speak at once.

If I look at the calendar once more, I'm setting it on fire. I'm leaving for France in 14 days and that's all I can look at..."Dept. for France...Dept. for France" written in small, black ink. I think I look more French now, than at any point in my entire life. Now that's saying something.

2002-11-06T10:35:00.000-06:00

Line of the week: "Nearby is the Barne Glacier where we occasionally obtain 10,000 year old ice for our gin and tonics."

2002-11-05T19:48:00.000-06:00

Pssst...here's the scariest thought of the day. No one knows what to do with you if you die. I'm not trying to be morbid or foreboding...but... practical. Everyone knows the scene from The Big Chill...the suburban, mother-of-two, rises to the organ to play the deceased’s favorite song as the congregation exits for the graveside. And The Rolling Stones - "You Can't Always Get What You Want" is forever linked with funerals.

At any age, I think you should choose what happens at your last splash. I've got the script, the songs and the directions so there's no screw ups. And no changing the script when I'm gone...either. Plan your own damn funeral; this one's spoken for. And yes, there's a reason why I'm saying all this.

A young friend of mine; admitted into the hospital this morning...stroke. I believe she'll be fine. Really...fine. But, I know she's not thought about what she's wearing in the coffin. Coffin? Cremation? See...you gotta make these choices, else your sitting in a box for the rest of your body’s life.

We live our lives pretty full and people always want more time...but, truthfully? If I'm ever gone? I want people to come together, toast, talk well of me and laugh deep into the night. Cause...at my farewell party...that's how it's got to be.

2002-11-04T18:04:00.000-06:00

Growing a beard is one of the most entertaining experiences, mostly for the comments you receive from other people. I don't have a particularly thick beard and yeah...it's not filling out in all locations. But it's red and that makes it a conversation piece.

Now see...I'm looking a little hypocritical. I can have my beard, but Mr. Rooney can't have his eyebrows. Live and let live, son...live and left live. I think it's all for not...I think I'm going for the razor and the shave soap this weekend. Trust me...leave the shave gels and all that crap on the shelf. Go buy the dish, the brush and the Italian shave soap - live like a pimp and the ladies will love you for it.

2002-11-04T00:03:00.000-06:00

I've not lost my voice; it's just not all there. Cool thing about it? I'm that much closer to sounding like Tom Waits. I just don't have the 2 packs of reds a day commitment in me...

Does anyone else think it's funny that the first thing out of Molly Ivans' mouth on 60 Minutes, when asked about Gov. Rick Perry, was "He's got the best head of hair!"? Yeah, I said it...I watch 60 Minutes, but I do turn it off before they get to Andy Rooney. Someone ought to shave off those eyebrows on general principal...

2002-11-01T12:59:00.000-06:00

Best costume I've seen all day...