Posts tagged: rock
Hello old friend. Been a while. I got a record collecting dust that remembers this room ;). Don’t worry, tho. It wasn’t your fault 😔 #rock #studiotime (Taken with Instagram at Valencia College- East Campus: Building 1)
Almost completely forgot about this little gem from the other night. Only vaguely do I remember actually recording this drunken dribble (courtesy of Four Loko) while waiting for a video to upload. By the end of our respective tall boy cans, my clever boyfriend came up with the #4LokoHourWorkWeek hash tag. I think we’re going to make it a regular thing in our relationship.
When it rains, my hair flips me the bird, so I hog tied that disobedient bitch. Rare forehead appearance. I go on at 11:15 get here. #MeAtShows #Rock (Taken with Instagram at Peacock Room)
So here I am, a full flying year after the unfortunate death of our dear inanimate friend, the band. We called him The Still Voice. I gave him words, I gave him love, and I gave him my heart. We were friends, we were lovers, mortal enemies at times, but we gave each other reasons to exist. It was too much, I believe, for he was after all, as I have said… inanimate. A rock, a soulless statue, a wooden idol perhaps, a lively idea that could never really love back, couldn’t possibly hold the suffocating weight of my heart I flung at him so clumsily. Like a marionette with limp strings lying in the corner of that cinder block cell we called a practice space. All he needed was a flick of the wrist and the loving tug of his puppeteer(s), and he would bounce to life and give us all some meaning. But in the end, it was I who was left lifeless in the corner with the strings cut. Who then was the puppeteer? Who then was the puppet? I’ve spent an aching year avoiding, then facing, then burying, then digging up again all such “questions to all those ugly answers.”(1)
But I’m actually not here to talk about all that. It might not be fully buried. It might not be remembered properly in any retelling or eulogy attempted. The wounds may or may not have healed, but it’s time to move forward regardless. So I am here to tell of my next step, the first I’ve had the courage to take since that “uninspired ending of [that] uninspiring day”(2) back in June (or July?) of last year (2011). Ladies and gentleman, no drum roll is necessary because what I am about to tell you is as familiar, frequent and unsurprising as the silly sad story of my band breaking up. What else does an artist/ musician choose to do when the limbs they have leaned on for a number of years are suddenly phantoms? Why, DUN DUN DUN… I’m just writing a solo EP. That’s all. Nothing more. Nothing less. However, my hope is that this new journey will be much less familiar, a tad surprising, and nothing shy of thrilling.
Facebook and co.
My guitar and I are finally on speaking terms again, and like two best friends who have forgotten why they stopped talking to each other in the first place we have ideas bursting from our respective head(stocks). These ideas, directions, and challenges will unfold here on my blog for your reading/ viewing/ listening pleasure, but right now I want to talk about my first important act as a new found solo artist. I am here forth boycotting Facebook and Twitter from my life until said EP has finished being written and recorded. This among other possible challenges that may or may not include alcohol and other social media, will no doubt be a tough feat, but one I find essential to the efficiency and productivity of my project. I wish I could say I possess the discipline to merely limit my time on such activities, but sadly and admittedly I do not. I apologize if this disappoints anyone.
Now that I’ve established what it is I am not doing, stay tuned to my blog to hear previews, sneak glances, and read insights as to what I am accomplishing. To read about some of the logistics of this social media departure and how you may contact me see below:
The blog automatically gets published to my Facebook fan page (which I am obviously not checking). Since I am only blocking myself from going to Facebook and Twitter, but NOT deactivating my accounts, you can still add me, follow me, like my page, tag me, encourage me, etc, but I will not see any of it until my triumphant return when my project is complete. In case someone is trying desperately to get ahold of me, but is, for some reason, unaware of my absence, notifications of Facebook messages (and “direct messages” for Twitter) are sent to an email address that my boyfriend will be checking and replying to with a sort of “auto response” message and my email address. For those who are aware and would like to contact me directly, please feel free to email me:
I’ll need all the encouragement I can get, so don’t be shy. Love me. I love you <3
(1) Cursive - The Recluse
(2) Twothirtyeight - Romancing the Ghost
Update: Before I get this comment or question a bazillion times. Yes, I understand that there are many more forms of “Social Media” than just Facebook and Twitter, but I decided to only cut out the ones that are the most distracting to me. This is my challenge and I write the rules so :-P
Darling, you are so unoriginal. Each move more obvious than the one before it. Well you’ll see that I can be so unoriginal just like you. #pedrothelion #music #rock #lyrics (Taken with Instagram at Starbucks)
Serious #RockShoulder after #inkwell practice. #rocknroll #music #rock #memory-foamguitarstrap? (Taken with Instagram at 50 Years of Kitty)
Sweet you #rock and sweet you #roll. John Gold and I go way back. (Taken with Instagram at The Crowbar)
How does Tim always know?
I had a bit of a break down tonight that went something like this:
Oh please mister, can’t you fix me?!
Won’t you fix me OH?!
Some one, ANYONE, won’t you fix me?!
Won’t you fix me OH!?”