Things are Swell

I can't say that life hasn't been tough and is testing me on a daily basis, but I've won out more often than not. I'm feeling a bit like a free spirit, as queer as that sounds. I still work for Plaid Pantry, but no longer at the same location, but many places at any given time...whenever somebody is sick or gets fired. Sometimes I have lots of days off in a row and the sun likes to shine, regardless of the "unhappiest city in the country" articles you've been reading. Lots of guitar has been played and songs have been written, mostly and partially at times, with vocals speckled here and there in a pretty damn satisfying manner if I do say so myself.

I'm hitting my stride as a singer songwriter, without the luxury of overdubbing, or others to carry a portion of the burden. I miss the companionship and the good will felt by all when a group nails a song as a whole, but I love this freedom. My musical mind doesn't work like most others and I have complete control over this process for the first time in over five years...when I was still in highschool, like that even counts. The thought of getting up there to sing these deepest of songs in front of perfect strangers, with no friendships to soften the blow of criticism. I can't help but imagine myself sweating up there, fucking up songs left and right, or perhaps even frozen solid. But then again, this is what I do...I'm good at this. I know what it's like to connect with an audience and I've grown over many years of live performance.

I can do this...I can, and I have to.

It is written.

Anybody who really knows me can attest to that.

I was born to create in one way or another

...and this is what makes me whole and satisfied.

Goodness Gracious

Today, I got a message on MySpace from this girl that I had met at work the other day.  It was four AM and I had no customers so we had a good chat.  She owns a tattoo shop and I talked about how I had wanted to get into tattooing at one point and I was really into drawing for a while.  

"Check this out, after we talked the other night at Plaid, I got to thinkin.  I'm looking for another front person at my tattoo studio, and I got a really good feeling from you as a person.  So if it's something that sounds interesting to you, give me a call and I'll break it down for you.  Cheers, Marcii"

It's almost unreal.  If that works out I will most likely be one hell of a happy man.  No more Plaid Pantry? Jesus, I can't even imagine it!  Plus, it's a perfect opportunity for friend making...about time.

Time for a Buzzsaw Brown Ale, mmm.

Schmo

Only Starting

I don't have much to say at the moment.  I just woke up from a Saturday night of drunken people watching, and just a little bit of drunken people talking.  I probably shouldn't have followed Brian the Michigan Man when he made the nervous twitch that said "let's step outside for a moment".  It's amazing how quickly you can forget that you just took a fat rip off of a chillum, sittin in the bar with Wally thinking "Jesus Christ, why do I feel so damn ridiculous all of a sudden?".  I don't take many cab rides, and attempted small talk for a moment or two, but was soon content with staring out the window being glad that I was not walking or waiting for a bus for once.

And now, it's time to put on some clothes, cook up some eggs and veggies, and head on down to the coffee shop to, once again, accomplish just about nothin.

Thank you Christi for showing me your blog, I think I like this site.

Noah