Rock on!!!
Ok, err… backing up a step, i’ve decided to finally take the plunge and try to organize a weblog / performance area for songwriters on the internet. I’ve always wanted to do something like this, but so far i’ve been the only writer i’ve ever seen who primarily publishes on the ‘net (other than on MP3.com). However, Jehan and AndreTorrez (both linked on the sidebar, you lazy bum) have both expressed interest in the project, and having two great essayist/designers on board feels really damned good. So, if you or a friend might be interested, the place to look is http://uprush.org/DIY/. I don’t have any plans on starting before December, so there’s plenty of time to ask me questions and consider. But, ideally i’d love to have five or more active internet musicians who just randomly log about anything, but then once a week submit an audio file of a new performance. Of course, this supposes that people have recording facilities of some sort at their disposal, but all you really need is a 4-track or a mic on your computer. After a few weeks of random songs, we might actually attempt some songwriting challenges (wow, is this starting to sound like the Making the Band version of SurvivorBlog?). So, stay tuned, and i’ll keep y’all updated!
Archives for October 2000
They say flying in dreams is a sign of sexual frustration. Which, for a while was making sense, but the way that they’ve been coming and going recently have absolutely no connection to my groin, so it’s gotta be something else. I mean, if it was really a sign of sexual frustration, i’d probably actually think i could fly… maybe that’s why people jump off of buildings?
Now that i’m blogging pretty regularly, i’ve stopped having those dreams. Of course, i haven’t been having my flying dreams either. The dream i had last night involved a ferret doing deathly combat with the gopher from Caddyshack while i tried to stay out of their way. Also, someone kidnapped God. That wasn’t really too important, though. I think i found him towards the end.
Aimee Mann is the only voice i want to hear right now. I couldn’t convince Amy or Renata to put her on last night at their house, but i did lie down on the kitchen floor and get tangled in some shrubbery, so the night wasn’t a total bust. Except when i got locked in their bathroom. That was a little disturbing…
No more cheddar ramen, ever. I’ve been doing some pretty shitty sounding trios, and it’s starting to bother me. It makes me seem like some self-important un-talented fuck who is pretentious enough to think that people care to listen to him sing out of key. But i’m not, really. It’s just that without a dorm full of friends to play a few songs for every week i am rapidly leaving my guitar on the sidelines, and this allows me to do a little performance. Furthermore, i can’t play the same song all the time, because it would get boring, so it’s incentive for me to keep working on new songs that i would typically ditch in favour of another repetition of “Crashing.” And, finally, keep in mind that i’m just recording through the teeny mic in my computer, and that i’m doing a live take with no stops or pickups. You might point out that doing a concert is at least that hard, but for me playing in front of people is the most comforting thing in the world. Being alone in this room with the computer… now that’s intimidating.