Stay-cation Station

Things are getting serious this morning here in Highland Square. Where should I start?

My New Direction: The Bookish Rocker

Sitting in my recently cleaned and organized office, the chaos of thoughts blowing and tumbling through my brain as I look out the window at my backyard and try to figure out what to write. I close my eyes, my breathing measured as I take in the light that peeks through the blanket of clouds resting over this winter-kissed Akron morning, and I realize that it's been too long since the last time I meditated.

Sonic Youth's "Teenage Riot" comes over my Spotify and I decide that it would be better if I put on the album, and search for the CD. I can't remember if it is in the pile of plastic squares sitting in a stack next to desk, or on my shelf. I used to really pride myself on this collection, and it is pretty expansive and diverse. Overall, though, the music that I own in all the various forms could always be more expansive and more diverse. My record collection is still a baby, and needs more time and care; my folder of MP3s contains all the best from my CD collection plus all the stuff that I have bought on Amazon over the years. In my car is my iPod, which has all the music that I have bought from iTunes and copied from library collections, and I realize that I need to copy everything from it onto my computer before my Nano finally bites the dust. It is on its deathbed for sure. I can no longer listen to it unless less plugged into something (like my car). That is why I am determined to put more music on my phone so I have more options when I am at work.

My mind switches directions with precision, and I open  Dottie's case and stare down at her sunburst smile and it makes me smile. On the other side of the room sits my bass and my new Mexican Strat, which I realize I have had for two weeks and I have yet to name it. Sacrilege! I must remedy this at once!

If I had another guitar amp, a drum set and a small, powered monitor, I could easily get a jam going here. Hell, that would just be the ideal scenario--including the organ, I could really get a good jam going with what I've got. That being said...

I need this, oh baby, I need this...

It's that time of the semester -- weeks 12 through the end -- that I turn into a zombie whose singular goal is to strip the flesh from every book, article, and wayward student to feed my unquenchable thirst for words...  Wooordss...  Gurrr...

In a flash, it's a doozy, because I'm boozy, but eh, it's after nine o'clock...  For the record, I am completely sober --- unless you count the latte I made for myself earlier.  If I didn't have a meeting with my professor about a paper later, then I might slip some whiskey into the next one.  Maybe that will be something I will do after class...

James JOYCE!  James JOYCE!  Let the world rejoice!  It's James JOYCE!

Four more weeks!  Four more weeks!  Grading sucks, let's get on our feet...  And grooooovve baby, grooove baby, groove baby grooove!

I wouldn't stop the world and melt with you, I'd melt with you and we'd turn into mecha-godzilla and stop the world.  BWaahahahahahahahahaha!

Andy Kaufman is, in fact, still alive and living in my basement.

Goddammit I never get tired of this song.

TEARS FOR FEARS FOR LIFE!!!

XOXOXOXOXO

Whoring Myself Out

***FREE DOWNLOAD FOR MARCH***

"Anthem for a Generation"





This is the second track on my album, Neverending Static, although actually the first recorded, which inspired me to record the other tracks and put this all together.

In other news, my weekend is shot already.  I hope you all have a good one while I stuck at home doing schoolwork!  Only two more weeks to Spring Break!

Music

For several years I have played music, played in bands, done some home recording -- although it has been a while since I have done so.  The last album I recorded I never really release to a wide audience, and the songs are no longer online.  I am happy to announce that I have once again put this album online, albeit in slightly different form.  For one thing, to reflect the changes, I have chosen some new artwork and a new name.  Now the album is called Neverending Static, and you can stream the complete album  and individual tracks for free or you can purchase the album for only $2 or individual tracks for 50 cents each (which, with 6 total tracks, that is a savings of $1).  Also, part of the changes, in order to differentiate between my music and my writing and my personal life, for music, I am going by the moniker, Survival Pilot, which came from an online band-name generation (I can't remember exactly which one).

So, if you wish, check out "the MUSIC page" (at the top) or check out:

Survival Pilot Band Camp Site

Survival Pilot Facebook Page *




(*note: there is no music on this page, only information)