By Jove, I think I've got it...

After years of stalling, I've finally come up with a tracklist for my
album. A select few of you will recognize many of the titles or
tracks, but there are a few new ones, and some I decided to
revisit...and here 'tis:

1) Re:birth
2) Re:prise
3) Boom Baptism
4) Vice Grips
5) Wait and See (lust)
6) Back Home
7) First Child
8) conVERSEation
9) 1 for 3 (love)
10) Verbal Stimulation
11) Rat Race
12) Smoke & Mirrors
13) Voices (loss)
14) Forever

After typing it out, it's officially real (although I may swap one
song, change the title of one, and possibly add another). Regardless,
I'm already excited to finally get "...1st Child" to fresh ears.

#NowPlaying Radiohead's opus that is Ok Computer. at times, i feel like a Subterranean Homesick Alien. other times? a Paranoid Android. ha.

stream of consciousness beginning now...
(might a well have a little fun on this ride...you coming?)

i am a people watcher... and i'd be the first to shout it from the top of the tenements. it's almost strange how i'm intrigued with how others interact. what words people choose while in any given situation. but even further than that, lies the subtext. what's not said.

that has gotten a lot harder lately.

before tweets and status updates, people were already growing accustomed to interacting in person less and less. they were doing this through texts & before that voicemails. so what is a people-watcher like myself to do?

i'm left to assume what the subtext is through what people decide to reveal to the world. Sometimes i look at status updates, tweets, and blogs and wonder 'what does that REALLY mean?'. i'm never one to just take something at face value. i've grown accustomed to that because i'd hate for someone to take me at face value. there is always so much more going on between the pages of the covers that you judge. i think that's another reason why i find the beauty in even the ugliest of people... (or MOST people anyway).

but maybe assuming subtext is bad. i tell myself things like, 'i shouldn't meddle in the business of others', or 'why should i even care?'. it's almost as if i'm reaching out to even the smallest of statements trying to grasp what the underlying meaning was.

in the end, it seems that maybe i'm just another homesick alien...



Subterranean homesick alien.

The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town
Where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement

Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home

Of all these weird creatures
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves
And live for their secrets

They're all uptight
Uptight.. (x7)

I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I'm driving
Take me on board their beautiful ship
Show me the world as I'd love to see it

I'd tell all my friends
But they'd never believe
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely

I'd show them the stars
And the meaning of life
They'd shut me away
But I'd be all right
All right..

I'm just uptight
Uptight.. (x7)

So here it is again... vlog #2.

i wrote this one over a year ago...
if requested, i'll possibly post the transcript of it.

So in addition to posting details of certain tweets, i've also decided to start Vlogging too... and here's the first.



i think i'm probably going to upload a verse every #MusicMonday. i've also got other weekly plans coming up, for example...

#OnSecondSpin is where i'll take an older music release (maybe even movies) and bring it to light where it maybe have not shined before.

#ForTheRecord seems a little self-explanatory ... well, because i'll be explaining myself.. ha.

#TrueSpit or #RealSpit, #WhatTheFerch, and other hashtags will come up in the future too... and i'm sure i'll drop little anecdotes about those details...

"If you want to be a cartoonist, draw everyday."- Charles Schultz

I read this quote the other day. Sometimes the simple quotes can have the most impact. Efficient but effective.
I've had an extremely bad case of writer's block and I grown so accustom to making excuses for it. How could i even write a verse, let alone a blog, when i nitpick meticulously at the details in a simple tweet or facebook status update...

my mind is funny.

When a thought occurs and jumps up into my head randomly, albeit humorous or dark (or humorously dark), i try to clickety-clack my big thumbs over the buttons of my qwerty as fast as i can. Minutes may pass before that last little button is clicked... and then i'll go off and edit it again... THEN i'd finally hit the 'send' button that shoots it off into the e-verse. there is a problem with that though. I wasted moments by spending the time thinking about how i was going to document the moment later.
nothing is worse that not allowing yourself to be in the moment.

Then i thought about it. I've been "mirco-blogging" through twitter and facebook for all of last year. I don't have to think of stuff to write about if i've got writers block. i should pick one of my old updates and expand on what i was thinking at the time. it'd do two things. i'll be able to elaborate on some details behind the digital bytes and bits of my mind... AND ...i'd cure the wrenching blues of my writer's block. i'd take the advice from Charles Schulz...but tweak it a tad. instead of using the pen to create cartoons, i'll use keyboard keys to open doors with my words (or other peoples words if i'm quoting).

with that said (or written (or typed))... this is the first blog in a while that will give you glimpses behind the curtain. it'll recount random details of the past year, and also stories of future tweets too. hop on the caboose of my (often derailed) mental train of thought. hold on, sucka. choo-choo.