Ahhh...Autumn

best. season. ever.

i love it. less sun, cooler temp's (except here in San Francisco until november, apparently), and--of course--a new Penguins' season. i've always been more creative this time of year. don't know why. don't care to guess, either.

happy halloween, everyone.

Dinosaur

recently, i've been playing around with some new songs that i wrote. back when i was still in the mtv demographic, this meant you either spent the rent money on studio time or whipped out the handy-dandy tascam 8 track. both were inconvenient, but those were the choices available. now, however, all you need is a laptop, acoustic guitar, and microphone--leave the rest up to a bunch of 1's and 0's.

i'm not bitter, i happen to enjoy the ability to roll off the couch and build a song lickity-split. problem is, now EVERYONE is a fucking musician/rock star. i'm not claiming to be lennon, mccartney, page, or plant, but the refinement an arrangement went through by the time it was finished is an element--as well as a discipline--that few of these whipper-snappers understand.

does it make me feel old? nah, i'm comfortable with my age. i guess my point is: when the art is this accessible the gems seem a little less luminescent. everyone deserves to express themselves, but do they need to completely saturate the airwaves (um, i mean the ether). maybe napster hammered down the nails in music's coffin, but i'll wager that the abundance of home recorded rock stars account for a good share of music's demise, dulling our collective senses with unrefined, and at times self-indulgent, songwriting/production along the way.

i guess i am just a grumpy old man.

a-hem...with that being said, i'm starting to post rough mixes of a few songs on a few of the multitude of 'social' music sites. wow, what a hypocrite. :)

Is it time? Allrighty then...

To rescue my crippled mouse hand from Bejeweled, Spades, and Facebook, I've decided to give typing a whirl. I'm not much on the written word. I prefer music as my medium of choice, maybe photo's. Very efficient, photos...as compared to words. Every time I try to write something I think it either sounds dumb, contrived, or too pretentious and aloof. See--I'm think that right now, in fact.

Let's try this:

ok. ahhhh, dressed down. casual. i don't use capital letters most of the time. it makes me comfortable.

i'm going to write about music. mostly what i've decided is worth listening to because my memory is shrinking. fast. maybe i'll post a few pic's, maybe not. maybe i'll even put up some of my music--whatever.

sometimes i still find music worth my adhd time. not much. the cycle has been driven into the ground. it has become unraveled and now is almost completely one dimensional. however, i am like a junky for that spark--the rare find: music that doesn't suck ass. nowadays, though, most of my fix comes from finding new tunes for my girl. turns out i'm pretty good at knowing what people will like before they do.

for example:

Lord Newborn and the Magic Skulls
Janelle Monáe
...and a TON of rare 70's and 80's funk grooves

check them out if you dig soul, r&b, and obviously funk.

as for me, i still haven't found what i'm looking for.

later.

Welcome, my friends, to the show that never ends...

Why anyone would want to waste their time looking and listening to me and my moronic site is beyond me. Besides the mighty Facebook, there's still tons of good free porn to be discovered out there on da internet.