texas tenure

hard to believe its been nearly ten months in the lone star place. i was trying to stay warm and receiving text pictures from a girlfriend back in LA who was hanging out at the whiskey-- this was last october and she was wondering when i would be back in town. it's been awhile.

we were hanging out during the festival in joshua tree, blasting any antidote to very mellow music- crazytown's butterfly, baby. but its a refuge for gram parson people so we tried to be respectful. the fires were burning back on the coast, and i had just picked up the master for the record, and she had crashed her car into a big truck somewhere outside palm desert and needed a rest up. that's how we ended up at the fest together--i drove out and picked her up and we went.

the funny thing about time passing is not the time but what gets done. i am very very very into getting things done. its my thing. everything else i put on a face for and try to tolerate, but dont. that's the truth. i cant.

i miss the music, the lively, the similarity of big town world but i sure dont miss, not ever, the dollar stores and the home depots and no, not even starbucks. i may have gone all unibomber and whatever living way out for awhile, and my ears are having a hard time remembering what real shit sounds like, but i havent had to look at strip malls. this summer is the first time ive seen movies in a long time and only on dvd and only cause they got brought in by a visitor.

i always get a little nervous when its about to change up, and also working on songs. im in a neverbeentherebefore zone. that's how it all sounds to me. completely new forms. and its so ugly duckling! i mean, im awkward in it, which is an unusual feeling. mostly its so organic there's no outer observation at all, like in rehearsal: no talking, just play. fuck it up, but play. and when i get really super freaked out, i go and listen to the most schizoid playlist yet just to match my head: damien rice, foreigner, eagle-eye cherry, holly golightly, bob seger, hugh masekela, jose feliciano doing 'light my fire', nellies mckay and furtado, neutral milk hotel, lyfe jennings, mc chris, but most absolutely satisfying-prince's little red corvette. it's all more or less in the same pop beat thing, and even nearly, the same key. diana king's say a little prayer for you throws it a little rasta but whatever. im about to stop listening to music altogether.

i think i just need to dance. summer's on.

also, here's something so wildwomendoandtheydontregretit!
http://2007.sxsw.com/video/movie_window.2007.php?dir=2007_trailers&id=1142