The Voices


The Voices
by Rainer Maria Rilke

It's OK for the rich and the lucky to keep still,
no one wants to know about them anyway.
But those in need have to step forward,
have to say: I am blind,
or…

A 45 for 45, or "Love Letter to a Hollow Masculine Icon"

A question I’ve tended to ask since being absent here for quite a few moons: why even “blog?” It‘s certainly not as though there's any sort of viable business model in terms of creating and/or trying to peddle one's musical…

Dyspeptic Poetry


ONE-EYED FAT MAN (PISS IN THE WIND)

What if I told you
Tired of your stories?
Your rambling glories:
Piss in the wind

A locker room talker
All sniff and anxiety
Come stiffin’ society
Words all a sin

Beneath the…

John and Don


Promo copy for the single
@ CD Baby Store
One-eyed Fat Man (Piss In The Wind)

“I realize this whole business of people writing about themselves, promotionally, in 3rd person is all a bit preposterous,” says Benson.

So, let’s roll…

Personal Branding: Cross-contamination

Continuing in the vein of my New Year’s Eve post, I’m gonna keep riffing on contradiction and incongruity.

Perhaps it’d be helpful to try hoisting some affirmative structure upon my usual standard lack of methodology. Outlines were a big…

Finger Quotes

Clutching At Straws drops tomorrow. I imagine it will be a largely quiet affair, and don’t think I ever really imagined it otherwise. There’s a whole lot of supplementary noise to contend with out there and, while it’s true I…

Post-Holiday Swag and the Unbounded Universe

I’ve been thinking a lot about this whole blogging deal. To boot – with two albums recently in the marketplace – selling oneself.

I think I’ve avoided that “selling” mentality, lifelong. In fact, I’ve been so averse to it I’ve…

Gemini Twinkies

I considered the blog title Two For Wednesday, but it just doesn’t have the same ring, does it? As my dad always said: “a day late and a dollar short.”

He also used to tell me I was “born late.”…

Getting Stoked

A few days ago, I was nerding out to Smithsonian Mag and came across an article on how control of fire was a turning point in human evolution. That’s something I remember hearing about while growing up but, outside of…

Musical Metaphysics. And Keef.

Somebody once told me Keith Richards said all the songs in the universe had already been written; one just had to channel and tap into them. I don’t know whether he truly said that, or whether it’s a false attribution…

Obfuscation

Let me be really honest. Let me preface said honesty by saying honesty is not something I’ve always tended to come by all that… well, honestly.

I don’t mean to suggest I’m an outright liar (although I’m certainly reminded recently…

Transfiguration

Here I am, marking the day of the release of Vairagya by musing about Bob Dylan.

It’s impossible to either estimate or underestimate the impact he’s had on me as a songwriter. There’s nothing inherently special in this; I know…

Arjuna, In The Rough

Todd also told me this song has a good “drop.” I didn’t know what that was, but apparently it happens at 2:17 in.

Isn’t it fun doing things you don’t even know you’re doing?

As to other things I don’t…

Jackboots

I probably could have titled this one “The IT Department’s Lament” because I can’t even begin to tell you the technical problems that unfolded while putting this one together. I won’t weary you with the details but if your curiosity…

What's In The Box?

As I hear told, Pandora opened it, and all the tribulations and miseries of the world fluttered out to afflict humankind.

I’m fairly sure that won’t be happening here but you may have to suffer through what will surely constitute…

So Good

Sonically, this kind of reminds me (marginally) of Depeche Mode and OMD conceiving a love child on the Pacific Coast Highway, with the sound up and the top down.

But when I close my eyes, I see Charlie’s Angels. No…