Where you going?

The haunt, chill and beauty of October never ceases to put me in a sort of trance. The smell of the air, the feeling of living in a tableau. I drive/walk/ride around, my face a little awash, trying to pull in all the color. The haunt of October is the most interesting: the days of warmth still scrape your arms and bronze your face; yet we all know that the cold, wet and white loom of Colorado winter is waiting to surprise the good nature out of us just around the corner...November. October gets all the fun--eggings, t-pings, drunken parties, sweets and November is that cold morning cleanup. So enjoy your last 10 days of free coasting before the chores kick in, kids...

Have some fun on my drum.
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Fitness month is going well thus far. Regular Yoga is really starting to pwn some serious sauce on me--which is surely tip-top. Never thought I'd feel soreness so deep in my muscles. Such fluidity has begun to stream in my movement and step. It's different, it's nice.

This song really makes me cry. I'm not quite sure why. Not the only song with Cudi's vocals that makes me tear up...Real beautiful. Check it. Dan Black is also a worthy, very talented artist that should definitely be checked out by those who seek pleasantries for the ears :)


Interesting how the unconscious or 'sub'consciousness is always and unususally one step ahead of that thinking, engaging, contemplative, feeling self. It's a protector, at times. A space and time that once seemed so grandoise and decadent: dead weight upon the thought and shoulders--can suddenly cease to mean anything. You start to detach, unplug and release. Whether you 'realize' it or not--it becomes an empty space. Blank and hollow; yet something that doesn't quite feel like it can be touched. One accepts absence, and one becomes absence. One no longer 'misses' as absence is the precise inverse of presence; when one encounters more absence than presence, the hollow of absence is all one comes to know.

And I grimace, but sometimes I just get sick of myself for always having that hand and smile out. Putting so much into each breath. Planning, assembling. I feel useless. Like a shortcoming, really. Just because of what I seem to generate or inspire: lack. It's lame. And I'm tired. So tired. Tired from another overnight, tired to this absence. Tired of wanting to move forward, advance--trying to find a niche to push forward; yet feeling as if things are so static. So fucking static and I want them to move. It's hard to push so long and much into something unchanging; and then I realize there's nothing I can really do to change it. Then I feel dumb and helpless. It's that static and undecided that seems to have weidled mastery over me. Blame me not of overthinking; I do that minimally...I think I could just use a nap in the passenger seat while someeone else takes the wheel for a bit. Preferably someone who can (and is willing to) drive stick...

but rule #1: set your phasers on Stun!

kibitzer

Today I am happy for caffeine, as it is a substance that makes the impossible possible. It is also the only reason I am probably still awake now, which, in all circumstances but the one I am in now, might not be the best of things....

It's been a long week, and I haven't really gotten anything done (my baby still sits in limbo, for example...) I guess that's probably due to the 70-hour week I've had--volunteered for, actually. Anyway, I'm ready for a week, some time with my girl, a lot of sleep, some good food and a few beers...damn ready.

Moving on the 15th--38th and Federal. An improvement, I hope; guess I'll be seeing. At least I'll no longer be sharing a living space with the most irresponsible person I've ever met.

So, things have been a bordel; a good bordel of preparation, though. So, all is fine.

Not as fine as this music though!

1.) This track is real nice. I just melt to the slow moan and whine of the horns via Hypnotic Brass Ensemble.
Laws & Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (ft. Dave Young) -- Never

What's this?
2.)Chilly Gonzales -- Pianist Envy
(it's a shredder, trust me!)

3.)Oh yeah! Did anyone know J. Dilla had a younger brother? Not as sharp, but still pretty tip top. Check it!
Illa J. -- Sounds Like Love (ft. Debi Nova)
ps: Check his whole album. It's good and def. worth it, despite the very obvious "My brother pt. 2, I am" vibe that just streams from the album.

4.) This song is good alone, but the fact that it's got so many good heads throwing themselves in here makes it stupendious
Polyphonic & Reanimator -- Survive Another Winter
bonus if you can tell me who is in here--voices, that is...

5. Too fun:
Sammy Bananas -- My Body

And everyone should at some point catch this film/memoir/documentary on memory, people and places, Sans Soleil (Sunless). I'ts a highly meditative film that engages in a really provoking dialog with the aforementioned subjects. Contemplative in its strangeness; melancholic in its contemplativeness...

I saw a fucking rad show last Saturday night. Got to see Baths and Dosh. Let's see....I cried during Baths's set and Dosh was so layered and smooth I barely took my eyes off him during his whole, loopity set. Had the wonderful opportunity to talk to Baths, which turned out to be a 30-minute conversation and got to find out how much of a totally rad (and charmingly nervous) guy he is. Apparently he'll be here again in February doing a headliner tour. So when I'll be telling you you need to see him with me, y'all can't be saying no a 2nd time, ya hear? Oh, if you never checked out his video for Lovely Bloodflow, you should now, or else you're a dumb sucker....

Bliff, Blaff, I'll call it a done for now.

Holla!