'Nother Picture

Here's another picture to go with I Am Just A Fox. I was a-tryin' to make it look like something where, if you were the owner of the chickens, you'd go out there and not even notice the little fox at first cuz the little fox is part of the scenery, just sniffing around like that. But, you kind of notice the little dude right away cuz the background's of such a different color. If I had it to do again, I'd make the floor of the chicken pen outta dirt instead of grass.
Once I saw someone pick up a thingy that had a black widow on it, and she didn't know it was on it. I told her, and she was all, oh, look at that. That was the effect I was going for in this picture. I don't think it worked, though, but I still like the song.

I Am Just A Fox Commentary

I've been thinking about what the new song, I Am Just A Fox, may be about, man. In some ways, it's clear as day to me, but it's clear in a way that cain't be fit into our logico-rational, problem-solving, word-using human cognitive system. The night I wrote it, I turned into a Fox, cuz the Fox decided 2 B one of my power animals, so that's cool. Sometimes I think of it as a song about the horrible things that happen to women and the horrible things that happen to our planet. And it seems to me that it's no coincidence that horrible things happen to both in our patriarchal, money-o-centric society, cuz the powers-that-be are threatened by anything connected up with the Old Earth Energies. So, there. But, I sort of feel like I shouldn't even publish this commentary, cuz, like, it shrinks the song a bit when you try to put into words something that's sorta beyond words. Ah, well. I get a lot of enjoyment and satisfaction out of blathering, so I'll just publish it, anyway.

Brand Newwwwwwww Song

The song of the week for this week is called I Am Just A Fox . It's got a bluesy vocal line, and I usually veer away from stuff that sounds like that. But I didn't this time. I just wrote this song this weekend, man. Man.

(The picture is a total rip-off of The Little Prince, man).

Long Ass Rant About Brainstrokes

Here's another picture 4 What she was made of. Um, you know, I mean, like, it's s'posed 2 B a person who sort of blends in with her surroundings. Interestingly, I heard today about a woman who had a stroke, and it knocked out her WHOLE left brain; right, man? That's the logico-rational, linear-thinking, language-using, problem-solving part o' the brain that I rant on and on about at times. You know, about how this part o' ourselves, while useful 4 buildin' houses and sendin' emails, can sometimes block us off from our true nature and the nature of reality and the like. Apparently, this lady, when she got her left brain knocked out, she had these amazing spiritual experiences of unity with everything. See, the right side o' the brain ain't sequential, it sees all things as simultaneous, happenin' at once, and it sees all things as bein' part o' the same thing. This lady became one with everything. (But she got better, that's how she was able to talk about it later). Makes me think we should use those transcranial magnetic thingamagiggers to knock out the left brain and give everybody these cool experiences. Then everybody wouldn't hate everybody else.

Commentary - Poops

I dunno, what I like about this song (What she was made of ) is that it speaks 2 the oneness of all things, but in (hopefully) a non-pretentious manner. It's funny, cuz even though intellecually, I believe this stuff, it's not as easy 4 me 2 buy into these days. Shit, man, it'll probably come back at some point.

Drawling

Here's a drawling for What she was made of. I dunno, man.

What She Was Made Of

The next song of the week is called What she was made of . I played drums on this one. That's a nice thing.

Here's a crappy drawing to go with the song for this week.

Gonna Kill My Boyfriend

Download im_gonna_kill_him_tonight.mp3
Here's the next one. Urgh, I have no NRG.

Okay, that's weird, I wrote in the title, but just as I'd typed the first letter ("G"), the autofill thingy said "Grandpa's Ghost Stories." WHAT????? I've never typed that into this computer in my life! My grandpas didn't even have ghost stories! Strange-o. I'm the only one who uses this computer, for the most part. Okay, enuff rambling.

Gonna Kill My Boyfriend Tonight

The next song'll have the above title. Unfortunately, I so crazy-ass busy that all the time I have is these dumb little 5 minute breaks, so I'll try posting the thing tomorrow. Argh, I want an easy job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Too Poopy 'Fraid To Post a Song Just Yet

I think I know what song to put on this week, but I'm not all-the-way happy with the lyrics in the present recording. No, I guess they're okay; I dunno, man. Or else I could put on those older recordings I've been thinking of. It's kind of exhausting to put your work out there, cuz people might hate it, or, even WORSE, feel indifferent to it. That's scary-ass shit. I'm scared shitless of even doing this blog, man; that's the truth of it. I guess I'll keep plugging along, anyway, cuz, like, that's what yer supposed to do , and the like.

I was thinking all day long yesterday about how music has magic in it, and that maybe by making music (or any other kind of art), you're actually making magic, like a wizard or witch or something. Then, last night, I started readin' a story by Ursela LeGuinn that said the exact same thing, that music and magic were the same thing. I was all, dude.

More Heaven Looks As Black As Oblivion Stuff

Okay, let's try this again. I put a picture in that last post, but it disappeared. Okay, there it is. I've been wonderin' 'b0ut that razor's edge between despair and joy. Like, what's it like 2 B on it? Is it oblivion? Or is it something else? Maybe that's what old Buddha experienced when he got to that enlightened state, which most of us'll never reach. I dunno. There was this one Star Trek: The Original Series episode, where these 2 aliens who were husband and wife knew they were gonna die, and they said something along the lines of "I'm lookin' 4ward to spendin' 4ever in oblivion with you." Something along those lines. It was really nice and touching. It made me think, wow, if there is nothing after death, it's largely okay, cuz we all end up in the very same place, man. We all go there together (even if we're not there to experience it). Everybody becomes one in oblivion. Okay, I'm talking 2 much.

Where did the picture go?

I... WHERE DID THE PICTURE GO?????????????

Unneccessary Commentary

I'm trying to think of what commentary I can add to the song of the week for this week (Heaven Looks as Black as Oblivion). I wrote it about a year ago, man, when I was doin' a lot o' thinking about death. I usedta think that if there wasn't an afterlife, that would be the worst thing in the world. But sometimes you realize that the pain of life is worse than oblivion, and if there's a Hell, then that's worse, too, so maybe turning into nothing isn't all that bad. But, I dunno. I dunno if it's even necessary to put commentary ontop of this here song, cuz it's sort of self-...I can't think of the world. Self-something. It's something that speaks for itself. It's self-something or other.

Heaven Looks as Black as Oblivion

Here's the next one:

Heaven Looks as Black as Oblivion

I sort of feel like this recording, the 3rd one I've done of this song, still ain't the definitive recording, but this is one o' those songs where I wonder if there'll ever be a definitive recording. I was too lazy not to do my Casio autorhythm, hah. Oh, well.

Here are the previous songs of the week, for anyone who's new to this li'l site.

Download the_devil_is_dead.mp3

Download sincity4.mp3

Download stoners_of_dartmouth.mp3

Download obvious_distinctions.mp3

Download autorhythm.mp3

Download moony_wormtail_padfoot_pron.mp3

Download heaven_looks_as_black_as_ob.mp3

The Next Song of the Week is Called....

I think the next song o' the week will be the one called "Heaven Looks As Black As Oblivion." There, I gave you the title, sorta like a teaser or like an hors'd'euvre, however that's spelled.

Dead Not Dead

Hi all, I'm still low on time and wherewithall, hah. Hah, yes. I was happy today, though, cuz I'd entered this musical dead-zone lately, and it's always hard 2 know how long that'll last. But, then I wrote me a nice little tune today, so that made me happy. It's boring to read about music and fun to listen to music, so I won't go into what the song's about or anything like that.

Musical dead-zones are interesting, cuz I still write stuff, cuz my brain's intact, but, like, well, you know, the music that comes out is sort of dead. Maybe the creative part o' me needs 2 hybernate for a while. There are songs I'd never play for anybody cuz they're too, I dunno. I dunno. Closed in on themselves, I guess. Or maybe they're just sorta dead, like I said before. And funny how the dead self-pitying darkness sometimes precedes the powerful darkness that comes when my music comes to life again; and I wonder sometimes if I need to do the dead, self-pitying darkness stuff to get to the good stuff. I don't know 4 sure.

Hi all, I just want to let you know this is a crazy crazy crazy crazy stressfilled, crazy crazy-ass week this week, so I may not have time or wherewithall to post any songs this week, but I wanted to let you know I'm committed to this here blog and ain't gonna blow it off, so keep a-visitin! Whoo.