May Gig!
The 169 Bar
169 E Broadway
NY, NY
www.the169BarNyc.com
May 23 6pm
Plan to be there!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Life Lessons
If there was a degree program for Life Lessons......I figure I have a Phd. by now.
So I was traveling right? Now I am not one for attention to details, but this was a pretty BIG one that I missed. I flew out of one airport, where I left my car (remember this is the first time I ever drove myself to the airport) And un beknownst to me, I had booked my return flight to another airport, not close to the departure airport at ALL, with my home in the middle of the two.
So I had to take a cab to the original airport after 2 hour delays...Fun stuff. Good times. Earning my Phd in life. But Is there a reward besides "Well I won't do that again"? cause I probably will do something just as thoughtless in the future.
Like I said, I am not one for details.
But I really hate the process of learning. I like Knowing stuff, but mistakes hurt, especially really expensive ones.
Gratitude...Gratitude.
OK, I got there. I got there and thats the point. I don't know how to do showcases, my promo is shit, and I performed horribly for 2 people. But I GOT THERE. And the last time I was on this part of the learning curve, it was street performing in the freezing cold, and I did get better at it till I was pretty good bny the time it was warm enough to count.
So off to an open mic tonight (also gratefully INDOORS)
And perhaps my fingers will go to the correct frets on the guitar like my brain keeps telling them too.
And perhaps I can remember to breathe. I forget that alot. That and to drink water (coffee in this case actually doesn't count, only chlorinated, fluoride filled water will do for proper hydration). PHd. in life.
If there was a degree program for Life Lessons......I figure I have a Phd. by now.
So I was traveling right? Now I am not one for attention to details, but this was a pretty BIG one that I missed. I flew out of one airport, where I left my car (remember this is the first time I ever drove myself to the airport) And un beknownst to me, I had booked my return flight to another airport, not close to the departure airport at ALL, with my home in the middle of the two.
So I had to take a cab to the original airport after 2 hour delays...Fun stuff. Good times. Earning my Phd in life. But Is there a reward besides "Well I won't do that again"? cause I probably will do something just as thoughtless in the future.
Like I said, I am not one for details.
But I really hate the process of learning. I like Knowing stuff, but mistakes hurt, especially really expensive ones.
Gratitude...Gratitude.
OK, I got there. I got there and thats the point. I don't know how to do showcases, my promo is shit, and I performed horribly for 2 people. But I GOT THERE. And the last time I was on this part of the learning curve, it was street performing in the freezing cold, and I did get better at it till I was pretty good bny the time it was warm enough to count.
So off to an open mic tonight (also gratefully INDOORS)
And perhaps my fingers will go to the correct frets on the guitar like my brain keeps telling them too.
And perhaps I can remember to breathe. I forget that alot. That and to drink water (coffee in this case actually doesn't count, only chlorinated, fluoride filled water will do for proper hydration). PHd. in life.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Nerves
Nerves
Ok, so I am in Memphis TN today and I started traveling at 7am.
I took myself to the airport in my car and parked it in long term parking. Not a big deal to some, but to me, well I never did this before, so new thing...=Big deal. Then a plane ride with not one but two screaming kids, and IT DOESN"T BOTHER ME!! I was really like, ok, they are upset, and I am here, but I am not upset.
That is REALLY NEW.
And I navigated from the airport in TN to the rats ass hotel in Arkansas (West Memphis) and I am trying to ignore the roach on the floor in the corner, but ok. Its Ho Jos. And I am renting a new Kia that I didn't know was on because it wasn't making any engine noise.
And I have time to write. This is not like travel of days gone by, sleeping at the Sleep-In with 20 other people in the room, and performing on the street. While I may not be making money, I have a room to perform in tonight and I actually spent a shitload of money to be here. Investment in the future, and investment in sanity. And investment in dreams which really is the best investment there is. Dreams. I think from now on I will al ways invest in my dreams cuz really thats all I have thats real.
So here I am living a dream. Traveling musician.
Boy am I scared shitless!
Ok, so I am in Memphis TN today and I started traveling at 7am.
I took myself to the airport in my car and parked it in long term parking. Not a big deal to some, but to me, well I never did this before, so new thing...=Big deal. Then a plane ride with not one but two screaming kids, and IT DOESN"T BOTHER ME!! I was really like, ok, they are upset, and I am here, but I am not upset.
That is REALLY NEW.
And I navigated from the airport in TN to the rats ass hotel in Arkansas (West Memphis) and I am trying to ignore the roach on the floor in the corner, but ok. Its Ho Jos. And I am renting a new Kia that I didn't know was on because it wasn't making any engine noise.
And I have time to write. This is not like travel of days gone by, sleeping at the Sleep-In with 20 other people in the room, and performing on the street. While I may not be making money, I have a room to perform in tonight and I actually spent a shitload of money to be here. Investment in the future, and investment in sanity. And investment in dreams which really is the best investment there is. Dreams. I think from now on I will al ways invest in my dreams cuz really thats all I have thats real.
So here I am living a dream. Traveling musician.
Boy am I scared shitless!
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Bad Days
its gonna be a bad one
deep in this well
of ill content
there is no escape
I am Trapped in the hole
the spiral of my thoughts
I try to stop
but they keep coming back
i try to stop but they keep coming back
I can see my own demise
self destruction is such sweet seduction
so hard to resist
the temptation
to let go
ease the knot in the pit of my stomach
and drop drop drop
cause the walls of this well
are hotter than hell
And I am trapped in my own head
That will explode
or I will implode
With blood sweat and
tears
just sweat it out
i know it will pass
so they say
so i have seen
so i know
but i can't feel the passage of this urge just yet
just the yearn for freedom
the deep dark decent
the ease of the tightening noose
the knot getting lighter
as i poke round
to find her
and plunge the liquid gold
into the fold
all will be eased
all will be fed
an all will be released that is jumbled up in my head
deep in this well
of ill content
there is no escape
I am Trapped in the hole
the spiral of my thoughts
I try to stop
but they keep coming back
i try to stop but they keep coming back
I can see my own demise
self destruction is such sweet seduction
so hard to resist
the temptation
to let go
ease the knot in the pit of my stomach
and drop drop drop
cause the walls of this well
are hotter than hell
And I am trapped in my own head
That will explode
or I will implode
With blood sweat and
tears
just sweat it out
i know it will pass
so they say
so i have seen
so i know
but i can't feel the passage of this urge just yet
just the yearn for freedom
the deep dark decent
the ease of the tightening noose
the knot getting lighter
as i poke round
to find her
and plunge the liquid gold
into the fold
all will be eased
all will be fed
an all will be released that is jumbled up in my head
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, December 22, 2008
Ramblin Blues
I gotta walk.
I got me some new shoes
They have soles that haven't been worn.
I crave connection and I get corrections
Can someone say somethin meaningful?
Can someone gimme a hand?
Can someone help me ease this pain
Can someone wash me clean again
Can I dry off in the sun light
Can I have a hand that will hold me tight
and tell me
baby you will be alright.
I'd be willin to walk to you
But You have gotta want me to
I don't wanna plant a seed that ain't gonna grow
So tell me about your soil
will it support this flower
or let it go
I don't wanna plant in cement
I want to get close to you
I want to know you
I want to see you
andI want you to know about me
I want you to see me
I want you to want me
As I think that I want you.
I want you to want to know who I am
I want you to try to read me
I want you to be home to me
and I want to be home to you
I want to take your hand
I want you to take my hand
And we could see if we could understand one another
I gotta walk.
I got me some new shoes
They have soles that haven't been worn.
I crave connection and I get corrections
Can someone say somethin meaningful?
Can someone gimme a hand?
Can someone help me ease this pain
Can someone wash me clean again
Can I dry off in the sun light
Can I have a hand that will hold me tight
and tell me
baby you will be alright.
I'd be willin to walk to you
But You have gotta want me to
I don't wanna plant a seed that ain't gonna grow
So tell me about your soil
will it support this flower
or let it go
I don't wanna plant in cement
I want to get close to you
I want to know you
I want to see you
andI want you to know about me
I want you to see me
I want you to want me
As I think that I want you.
I want you to want to know who I am
I want you to try to read me
I want you to be home to me
and I want to be home to you
I want to take your hand
I want you to take my hand
And we could see if we could understand one another
Flavor
I got some flavors
spice for emotions
Sweet for caring
Sour for I got ur back no matter what
rich for love
chocolate for adventure
Chocolate mixed with delectable cherry or raspberry sauce for particularly special adventures.
fresh for spring plantings
zing for movin
fine for good lovin
Strawberries of innocence
Dulce De Lece of complication
Coffee of Sunday Morning
Cookies and Cream of Childhood
Mint Chocolate Chip of temptation
Chai Vanilla of not giving in too soon
Horse Raddish of Jealousy
Man these flavors keep passin over my tongue
But my tongue wants to pass over you
I want u to taste my flavors and decide if they fit your tongue
Would your interest be peaked?
spice for emotions
Sweet for caring
Sour for I got ur back no matter what
rich for love
chocolate for adventure
Chocolate mixed with delectable cherry or raspberry sauce for particularly special adventures.
fresh for spring plantings
zing for movin
fine for good lovin
Strawberries of innocence
Dulce De Lece of complication
Coffee of Sunday Morning
Cookies and Cream of Childhood
Mint Chocolate Chip of temptation
Chai Vanilla of not giving in too soon
Horse Raddish of Jealousy
Man these flavors keep passin over my tongue
But my tongue wants to pass over you
I want u to taste my flavors and decide if they fit your tongue
Would your interest be peaked?
Writin Words
How do writers arrange their words
with such precision and such grace?
How do they get them outta their head
and down to the page
It ain't exact
My words feel so useless against all the others
I can't get them outta my head
and on to the Page
I ain't exact
Can any one tell me
How they can do it
Get these words out in the world
No one hears me
Late at night
The neighbors look
Then shut the light
I guess that's pretty exact
Yeah that's exact
But put me in a bar
way out in the smoky back
give me a bottle of rum or gin
soon I'll be stumblin
That'll be exact
Or give me a shinny new razor blade
I'll make me some red red lines
slash em here and slash em there
you'll hear me fine
That's a point exact
How can I tell you
About this monster eating me alive?
How do words tell you my experience
of a padded cell
With a rat on my head
lying naked before you
me and my demon
I have no defenses
How will words tell you what this feels like
up on my insides
Well it ain't exact
They tell me to talk
talk talk talk talk talk
talk talk talk talk talk and talk some more
for the 50 minute hour
and so I talk I talk and talk and talk I talk talk talk until I bore you
Ah man I just ain't exact
How do writers arrange their words
with such precision and such grace?
How do they get them outta their head
and down to the page
It ain't exact
My words feel so useless against all the others
I can't get them outta my head
and on to the Page
I ain't exact
Can any one tell me
How they can do it
Get these words out in the world
No one hears me
Late at night
The neighbors look
Then shut the light
I guess that's pretty exact
Yeah that's exact
But put me in a bar
way out in the smoky back
give me a bottle of rum or gin
soon I'll be stumblin
That'll be exact
Or give me a shinny new razor blade
I'll make me some red red lines
slash em here and slash em there
you'll hear me fine
That's a point exact
How can I tell you
About this monster eating me alive?
How do words tell you my experience
of a padded cell
With a rat on my head
lying naked before you
me and my demon
I have no defenses
How will words tell you what this feels like
up on my insides
Well it ain't exact
They tell me to talk
talk talk talk talk talk
talk talk talk talk talk and talk some more
for the 50 minute hour
and so I talk I talk and talk and talk I talk talk talk until I bore you
Ah man I just ain't exact
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