Studio Diary - two



Yeah, I've had a similar shift too.



I enjoy songs. If a group is not up to an album, they make two good songs and fill with shit.



I've just started a new project. I'll know when I'm finished. Maybe a couple long songs, or an album. I don't know yet.



But, it won't contain a bunch of filler since I'm not making it for a corporation and have "contractual obligations."



But, there are still classic and perfect albums; full pieces that deserve the room.



But, yeah the fucking devil. Great title, by the way: "The Fucking Devil"

Studio Diary - two

STUDIO DIARY - one



Excuses behind me, loads of work before me.



Department of Experimental Accounting.



Drums

Guitar - acoustic

Guitar - electric

Piano - baby grand, out of tune

Keyboard

Toy piano

Soprano Ukulele

Bass - electro/acoustic

Years of recorded samples and field recordings

Bunch of other shit



Tsunami



I'm getting kind of old to again make the best album ever. This might be it. You know, "it."



The Floods of Lexington Pacheco



Music to Nod-off to



Funeral



Dark



Joyous



Stolen Democracy



Here we go...all these ideas I've incubated (all somehow magically lost right now) over the years are ready to do something.



The best thing about this effort will be getting it out of my head.

black box

Miles Smiles

It's a long story.

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They say write [about] what you know
But what if you know very little or practically nothing?

What if the only thing you know about
Makes little or no sense to anyone – including yourself sometimes?

There are the absolutes

I know that fire is hot; it also burns and you can cook with it
I know I cannot breathe under water

I know that if my heart stops beating, I’ll die
I know if I don’t eat, I get awfully hungry

My intestines work involuntarily

But about the pain and confusion
About the pondering and observations?

And the loss of vocabulary regarding
Banal discussions about lines or weather?

Does anyone really care?

I know about the urges and the want
Bottlenecks of energies unfulfilled

I know that it’s all make believe
The politics the religions and the careers

Smokes and mirrors – sleight of hand - knots

The arts and some crafts make happiness
As do simple moments unspoken unpromised

I know it’s all going to come to an abrupt and brutal end
I know, I know, it’s all so depressing

I suppose the answer it to not write - this I know

Step Aside, Clyde



It's complex, really

Chemistry of the brain

and the tweaks and nudges

We add

50 milligrams, or so, at a time



Confidence sans agression

Socialization sans pretense

You will know -- you will know

Since we are still unlike the rest



Get over your disrespect

Educate yourself

This is it

And we're all in the together

in this short, short life



Make fun not wars

Vacations for the arts

Inorganic in conjunction with the organic

I suffer no trauma, doll

Deep, very deep

Inside the brain



There's a place I go

A space I go



In the middle

You get the drift



The middlespaces

of middlespace



Cellular

microbiotic

the DNA

Half-lives and dangerous buildups.



To that end, it was crucial to curb formal education and abstract thinking.



 Binge over, of sorts, I've been to the top. The core.