I don't want to be an ant, you know?

Miðvikudagurinn

The new Boys Noize record is ballcrushingly awesome.

I have been learning how to speak very basic Norwegian via electronic flash cards lately because that was the closest language to Icelandic they offered because Icelandic is such an old Nordic language and most of the residents in Iceland are fluent in English anyways.  But I found one for Icelandic!  So now I’m really excited and prepared for something far far far more challenging than high school spanish.  Við sjáumst!

Wolfbird

I keep finding myself in similar surroundings when I’m dreaming lately (except for last night where I was searching for drugs at a little league baseball game, because when the part of your brain that deals with logic is taking a snooze, that seems like a perfectly fine place for that ha).  I keep climbing up this massive tree and having to hang from my arms from it to hopefully reach another branch to come down.  Also, there’s a really neat lake civilization that I keep visiting with a name I can’t pronounce yet.  Everything is suspended above the water where fog rests on top of it by bridges made of rope and pieces of wood.  I’m not even sure there’s any land there.  I’ve only met three people though.  Two of which I watched get taken down a large river with falls.

Music makes me laugh lately.  I feel like there’s a lot of bands out there that have members consisting of Urban Outfitters mannequins all trying to try write songs that would be a good fit for your good ol’ fashioned stereotypical teen television series.  You know, the one (by one I mean ALL) where everyone looks like a 10, and the witty underdog protagonist’s biggest dilemma is getting the cute new girl to come to a party with him instead of the elegantly disheveled jock.  I don’t know.  I heard my friend play a song he wrote the other night and it was so good.  I mean one of the nicest things I’ve heard in a long while.  You know when you find a sea shell in the sand and it’s real shiny and colorful and not broken and right when you lean to pick it up the waves just drown it out to sea.  That’s kind like like music now a days.  Everything just kind of gets lost when the big overpowering wave is one giant recycled pop song.  I’m going back to bed.

Hmph.

I think that the final episode of That 70s Show is so goddamn depressing. It’s up there with The Wonder Years’ finale.

Good News.

So, Stanford can use the dog door to go inside and out now.  Awesome.  Aside from that I’m just about done recording 5 new songs at River Jones’ home studio with some additional help from my good friends Matthew (myspace.com/poemmusic), and our friend Susan on violin.  It’s really incredible to get some more brains involved in recording and even nicer to have some violin.  I think everyone will enjoy that at least.  Songs that have been recorded are “Steel Bird Steal, Kodiak, Summer Flower, Muddy Paws,” and I’ll be working on a new version of “Wooden Rings.”  Also, I’m playing at the Modified Arts in Phoenix with some amazing artists like Courtney Andrews and You Me & Apollo, plus some more that aren’t 100% confirmed yet on September 25th.  It’ll be nice considering I’ve been gone a long while and haven’t gotten to play with either since last Winter.

I think I’m getting Zelda Ocarina of Time for Nintento 64 today! (Jordan, you better not forget).

Space and dreams.

Fuck Twitter and it’s past and present tense verb usage.  I don’t want everyone, let alone, even someone, to know what I’m doing all hours of the day.  Now, I realize that this may not be much better, but this will primarily be a place that I can put lyrics up for songs people have been requesting or my rants or just to organize my thoughts in general.  All of the above will do for me.

Speaking of lyrics, here are some new ones for a song you may or may not have found already on my side demos page.

I’ll hide in the trees, in the bark, in the green.
The fog runs down to the roots, in the haze, in the blues.
Cold to the touch, you shake in the sun.
The salt in your lungs you breathe so slow.  So slow.

At the top of the mountains, the wind is gasping,
“Oh, lord.  Oh, lord.  Oh, lord.”
The firefly lanterns illuminate the fields I’m in.

I called it “Charlie’s Forest” because he’s real cool and this was the first song I’ve been sort of content with in a while.  I’ve been writing either really abstract acoustic numbers or really traditional folk songs.  I can’t really decide which I like better.  I know they both sound sort of awkward together so one will probably have to go.  I just haven’t been inspired by much organization of songs or patterns lately.  My life isn’t organized neatly into little sock drawers of verse/chorus/verse/chorus repeat etc. nonsense, why should my songs?  If you find it, let me know what you think.  Maybe it’ll end up on the next record.