myspace

don't hate me,

but I'm moving my blog back

to myspace...

for all it's faults, it serves

the purpose a little better...

I'll leave this up a while though...

might turn it into something different.

shows are still happening...

I've been watching

a few shows lately

that I've enjoyed

why not share?

what is a blog if not the sharing

of interesting things?

on the left side of my screen 

is 'californication'

which is a showtime show

about a smart ass writer

who is screwing his way through

one blunder after another....

waiting later

is 

'weeds'

and thank God that Esteban

has toned his accent down a hair...

I was about to bail

and then there is the new obsession

'rescue me'

just when I think there will be no more

shows worth watching...

and I admit I entered

a vague mourning period

when the sopranos went off

of the air...

and the one and only time

I've ever thought a journey song

was appropriate was at the season 

finale...

I've lost my point

I'm watching david duchovany steal

a dog named cat stevens....

o.k.

back to whatever it is I was doing

pitch dark

the streets of ada are safe 

and quiet...

at least they were at 10:30 p.m.

tonight

I took the old longboard 

out for a skate through town

to get a little exercise

I don't mind exercise if it feels

like goofing off

skateboarding takes me back to 

that feeling of being a kid on a bike

and not thinking about anything

but just looking down at the ground

and up at the buildings

and tonight it was the stars

I tell ya,

flying down a hill in the pitch dark

is a little unnerving 

but I felt 

very much alive 

now I'm back in the basement

trying to decide which way to go...

finish cleaning up the tile job 

I did in the kitchen?

finish painting the cabinets?

burn shit?

shoot shit?

it could go a number of ways

through the power of facebook 

I've recently come in contact with 

a few old friends from my nashville days

there were only a handful of people

that I ran across that I felt where truly 

in it for the music

I was slightly disillusioned by the 

number of people that could care less

about music and made it their business

regardless...

anyway

tonight I toast them...

you know who you are

I'm getting pretty damn 

close to figuring out 

who I am too...

steinbeck

been enjoying reading

john steinbeck lately

started with "tortilla flat"

liked that and 

got "the pearl"...

liked that 

and now I'm about halfway through

"the winter of our discontent"

he cracked me up this evening

commenting on the way women

interact with each other

woman 1: what have you done with your hair? it 

                  looks like a wig.

woman2: it is a wig.

woman 1: well, you could never tell.

his books are so full of 

insight on the human condition

each page

holds a number of truths

I found this quote:

A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it. 

perty wise fella...

school days

picked up the kids from their 

first day of school

fifth and first grade

mass confusion

kids crying

teacher confirming things through walkie talkies

it was like busting someone

out of a minimum security prison

I was walking down a hallway

and a lady barked at me 

that I was entering a "restricted area"

got to me to thinking about

my own experiences in the fifth grade

we had an "open campus" 

at noon

we would cross a busy highway

to granny stephen's fried chicken

or head up town to this place

that sold fish and ice cream

what a combo...

guess this is turning into

one of those 'when I was a kid' tales

times were different 

I guess

underneath a truck tire

was about the only 'restricted area' 

we had  

my youngest did learn a pretty

cool trick in science today

poking pencils through a bag

filled with water

all home safe and sound

and the quietness of the house

in the afternoon was not lost on me

off again

stillwater, stillwater...

what a great acoustic show

some dude came up and told me

he first saw me play when he was 

six years old

that'll make you feel a little bit older

my kind of gig,

just loud enough to be relaxing

and enough people singing along

to make me feel alright

now it's back to the basement

for one more night 

of puttering around,

sniping camel crickets 

(one down by the way..clean shot

while he was on a dead hop)

tomorrow we load up the van

and tiny tom skinner...

recently back from the dead

and head to one of my favorite

irish pubs in wichita falls

the iron horse

I'm itchin' to play full tilt boogie

and sooo thankful tom will be with us

after that we head down to 

midland, texas to the hog pit

got a fresh battery for my camera

got a new pair of shorts

got a spring in my step

now it's time to clean off 

this amazingly cluttered desk

and start sorting through 

some left foot sally tracks

finishing them up at trent bell's

place at the end of semptember

I've had quite a few days off here

lately and I'm ready to get back to 

work

it's a great thing when you love your job

mr. tinker train

"ever day I work on the illinois river,

I get a half a day off with pay..."

that line has been stuck in my 

head all day long...

thanks turnpike troubadours..

sitting here listening to some of

their mixes I got back from hardy

today

it's a really cool album

about halfway done on

the mixing side of things...

which is easy for me

I just sit and wait

and then listen

let's review:

1. sit

2. wait

3. listen

my kind of gig

and all of the time in between

I get to spend kicking it 

with the kiddos or watching

csi somewhere or other with my wife

although lately

I'm starting to become 

obsessed with "cricket sniping"

I bought a pellet gun

down at k. rhynes surplus

here in ada

(if you haven't been you should)

it's a one shot pump

I just blew one to pieces

a minute ago

nasty little bastards

all is quiet here in the basement

and I really should be recording 

music, but just haven't felt 

the urge

I dug out some old tunes

the other day 

I had recorded here and there

but I have trouble going 

back to something

once I've moved on

that 'fresh' factor

gives me a little bump

I guess I could turn on 

the drum machine

and grab an instrument 

and see what happens

something usually does

o.k.

I've sniped long enough

and I've almost talked myself

into tinkering...