I just watched a bit of the Oliver Stone movie "The Doors" - I never watch anything all the way through these days, too little time. But, in a past life I've watched it twice. Previously, I assumed respect for their music mostly because of they respect given to them by others. Now, I think his lyrics are a sad attempt to be perceived as "deep" and "mysterious." His Lyrical composition is childlike, rhyming the first words that would come to the mind of a person with a 5th grade education. I stopped watching, I can't stand a person who seems to believe they are tapped into the "real world" and the rest of us are simply lost. 

It's really not about complexity, but (true) sincerity and effort. I think the drugs may have made him more sincere, but without them... Should you receive credit for thoughts and ideas that were spawned from the chemical destruction of brain cells? I think the liner notes should have credited Acid, Cocaine, Jack Daniel's, etc, and etc. as song writing partners.

On the other side: I listened to Paul Simon's greatest hits this weekend. Impressive.

Hey, if you are looking for something to do, go see a local band. Check out their website first to test out the music (almost every band in existence has a myspace site). One other recommendation: Stand/sit close to the band, get in the crowd (hopefully there is one). You'll enjoy the music more, bring some ear plugs though.

The soundtrack for the movie Juno makes me contemplate suicide. Oh, man.... it really sucks.

So, I just randomly searched "Autonomous - No One's Listening" (That's the title of our first ablum, for the new folks.  I recommend getting a copy, it's will make you sexier...   at least to me).

I discovered that our album is being sold on several websites, none of which have ever contacted us, or vice versa.  Great!  Truthfully, at this stage of the game, I'm happy for the exposure.  But, it's a little scary.  Two of the sites were in Europe.  As far as I know, the album should only be available on Itunes and CD baby.

Well paying for music is a joke anyway, it's not like it hard work creating it.  And really, if we didn't have things like art and music in our lives, who cares? 

- a side note: through this search I discovered a video about "Autonomous" robots that are currently working in a Zappos wharehouse.  Srcoll down the page and check it out http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2009/01/retailrobots/  It seems surreal, I don't know why, but I was waiting for someone to say' "Just Kidding, gottcha!"  I do love robots, until they create the Singer/Songer-Writer Bot. 

There isn't enough fiction in the world. 

Halloween is a good start. 

I shall be "Teen Wolf."  Or, if I can acquire a Tri-wheel, I will ride around as Danny from "The Shining" 

REDRUM...    mmm, ok.  But, can you squeeze a lime in there?

REDRUM...  I said, ok.  Yes, I'll have one. 

Let's talk about Michael Jackson, not specifically, but of the situation his death created. Many people are upset by the memorials and tributes to his life, feeling that we should not celebrate the life of an assumed child molester. I for one, feel this is a very myopic view. Yes, his recent history is questionable at best, but in my mind it is separate from the art he created.

This is an interesting tendency: once someone has done a "Bad" thing we tend to change our prospective of the past so it will be colored in the light of our current knowledge. In that scenario a murderer would be considered guilty before birth of a crime he wouldn't commit until decades later. This is a great error that is made constantly; we no longer allow ourselves pleasant memories from the past if the present or future isn't as rosy. Boyfriends weren't always cheaters, politicians MAY not have always been crooks, and musicians and athletes weren't always criminals.

Aside from that, let's say an artist's work emerged at the exact same time as he was found to be a killer, do we deny ourselves enjoyment of his work? Is his work guilty too? What if the same situation occurred with a doctor who discovered a cure for cancer, should we discard the knowledge gained? That would be what I would call "Black and White" ignorance. It's the inability to see and appreciate "good" within a frame work "bad". Purity only exists before greater scrutiny, look closer and you will always see a combination of various parts. And -not to poke the bear - sometimes it is those impurities that can be the spark of creativity. Either way, let's keep as much as we can of the good things in our past, present, and future.

The Cliche is: "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."  In Michael's case, the baby is anything off Thriller or the earlier Jackson 5.  The bath water is anything that happened around 1995 and on.  Damn, he was good.

I put out the fires that threaten me most and choke on the smoke as all else burns.  

Disconcertng at first...   and now familiar.








 

Don't close the curtain while you're doing something stupid, let the world see.  We need the entertainment.  Fill in the personal information section in your facebook profile, and put in the dirty details.  I for one, like to pick the fuzz out of the back of the hair dryer, oh yeah baby, I'm craaaaaazzy.  Seriously, fear not the judgement of others, says me.  I love eccentricities, so long as I can admire them from a safe distance...   like through my cable connection.  

It's been a while so let's catch up.

I'm good.  I've been honing my skills at accomplishing very little and yet working constantly.  I'm quite pleased with my success.

And you?  You know, if what you're about to say doesn't directly involve me, I don't see how it's worth mentioning.  Don't be so selfish.

The End.

(O.k. so I've sat here looking at this last sentence for a while...  The End.  Endings are a creation of man, only within our finite vision do things begin and end.  Wow, that's deep.  Give me a cookie.)

 

First, don't honk your horn unless it will save your life or you literally need to wake someone up who is asleep at the light.  I only believe in Karma for the comfort of knowing that these excessive horn honkers will possibly be by run over by a truck... 

that didn't honk.  So sweet, the irony.

Let's see, the polar bears are slowly dying off.  Apparently that's partially my fault and I'd like to apologize.  

This next part will be hard to swallow for some, and no doubt easier for me considering my lack of investments.  The Stock Market:  when and why did we give gamblers control over the health of the world economy.  What would happen if the stock market did not exist?  Companies would rise and fall based on performance, current performance and not an "educated" guess on possible future performance.  What is actual value?  I see that the value of crude oil can change on a daily basis, often because the market had a "bad feeling."  Great.  No, nothing's wrong with that.  

I don't currently have an answer, greed is written in our DNA.  And, wanting more than what you have is not something I would condemn.  I will say one thing, it seems we've reached a stage in civilization where major changes need to occur and this is just the beginning.  Ah, one idea...  don't buy more than you need and try wanting things that aren't just objects.  An example, "I would like to honk my car horn less," or "I want to build a time machine so that I can travel back two weeks ago and sell my GM stock."  You know, something productive.

P.S. Can we not see through the political BS during elections?  First, John McCain is not George Bush.  And, Barack Obama is not a traitor or a terrorist.  And, Sarah Palin is not...   qualified to be VP.  And, Joe Biden is golden, apparently.  And, I am playing music tomorrow, like yesterday and today, it's a rough life.






 

First, sorry I've been MIA for a while.  I've been quite distracted by the...  ongoing-barrage-of-detail-oriented-and-questionably-meaningful-tasks-that-seem-to-fill-all-of-the-space-between-the-6-to-8-hour-segments-in-which-I-dream-about-the-detail-oriented-and-questionably-meaningful-tasks-that-I-do-during-the-day. 

Really, it's not that bad.  I can't remember most of it.

Sigh...

It's only been a few hours and I am clearly suffering from Olympic Withdraw.  You know the symptoms: lethargy, sadness, need for a solid pommel horse performance.  Well, the root of this mild depression is that I truly love watching others push themselves above and beyond "the limits."  When you immerse yourself in a community like that, your achievements pale in comparison.  And, I don't think it's a bad thing.  I move forward in the face of a challenge and stagnate as the leader.  Fortunately, you don't have to look far to find someone working harder than you, doing "it" better than you.  Then you make a decision:  Stay or Grow. 

It's truly amazing that the Olympics even take place.  Not to be overly negative, but I feel that society generally pushes everyone toward the middle.  And, we are more comfortable with others who reside there, possibly because we don't like to see the contrast.

None of the above is to suggest there aren't other places to find that inspiration; the meeting of talent, passion, and tremendous effort.  But, not on TV. 

...and so I will.