As stated before, a friend will be helping us out on the guitar as well as the drums.He is an exceptional musician who played with Mother Earth and the Rez Monkeys,both blues based groups that are now deceased,or in the case of the Rez Monkeys,in comatose.It's gonna be interesting to see how the current tunes translate to the addition. I'd like to tinker with the atmosphere on some of the songs;to create moments of calm in an otherwise intense tirade of lyrical provocation;reason being most local bands are trying so very hard to sound/appear aggitated, which has proven to me the folly of Regimental Elitists who blindly lead each other into the depths of self-deception...oh,where was i? oh yeah, we're gonna try to find some places to play...
8.01.02 C.E.
Practiced last night and found out how rusty we are after a lax month...Joe wrote a short and catchy instrumental...dunno what he's gonna call it.
8.13.02 C.E.
i hung out with almo and nick last nite...drove out to the boondocks and screamed mantras at the treeline,lucky we didn't bust a tire...almo's gonna go to the crowe fair so no practice for a week...and i need an amp.
8.30.02 C.E.
practiced with Joe the other night and watched an old Italian horror B-Movie while listening to the Ventures Album "the Lonely Bull";scenes included a seeing eye dog devouring its owner after it protects her and flesh eating spiders doing the deed...Almo has gone on another fire call and Nick is fixing to move...bummer.
9.08.02 C.E.
We jammed at the Navajo Nation Fair on Thursday(9.05).Merlin and Almo played first;improvised blues...I forgot the words to Government Handle so it was an instrumental,
P.E.S.T. was decent, need to rehearse the other songs.Didn't play the surf tunes cos of lax morale and hardly a soul was there to observe...Almost played last nite(9.07) but the time constraints and us not being "officially" on the bill was a small reason.We are now very good at loading up the truck ,taking it for a joyride, waiting, and going home,unloading and lamenting over the excise in futility....Moroni Fulton returned from Phoenix so it appears that the Band has come full circle...set for a Last Joyride.
9.23.02 C.E.
Not much to report. Progress is minimal.Saw Joe on Friday,scheduled a practice today.
10.06.02 C.E.
Again more shit hit the fan...didn't make shiprock show that was put on by golizhe productions on friday...got the piss kicked out of me by some old peers last nite; 3 on 1 is the way to go fo' navajo niggaz;since i knew em and had respect for them as people, i didn't throw any punches, just evaded and tried not to get hit; eventually had a funny fucked up showdown with my tire iron(after i was a bloody mess) and they had 2 (holy)shovels and one snuck up from behind,disarming me with little effort and they proceeded to have a kickfest...fuckers also stole my guitar.Got a lil bit o revenge by spitting 3 bloody snots in the face of one of em, he spat in mine 5 or so but he was so drunk could hardly muster up the saliva,it felt like a spritz spray...then i found out today that Moroni ran into trouble with the law and will very possibly be sent back to prison...not a good weekend for our heroes.
10.14.02
practised with joe on saturday...hauled wood yesterday...might practice today...yay.
10.27.02
i was born 25 years ago today at 4:30 PM MST.
i have no problem with aging, but the fact that i have not found "my life"-- as most of my peers have life finding them---is very suspenseful and wholly disconcerting; the fact that i have no children or "formal academic schooling" beyond my basic love of the much loathed "Human Condition" feeds my festering confusion in regards to my "purpose" in this world, which i view with contempual infatuation;my career profession as a glorifed shit-shoveller(janitor) serves as a humorous metaphor for my life thus far;but the growing instability in the Social Scheme(s) of the U.S. and the World cools the slow burn of my intellectual rigor mortis that will only rot beyond recognition as my "old" persona gives way to another, for better or worse; the problem i have with the world(defined by myself as everyone & everything,including me) is based solely on my life's experience which taught me the same lesson embedded by grades K-10 in the school of linear thought: Ego and expected role in the Social Structure: that "Grand Pyramid of Enlightenment" that provides so much for those who choose to play the game that we forget who we are, assuming we are who we say we are...which is easier to dispel as angst... or enter "all of the above" and hope for a doggy biscuit or pat on the head...but what will the children of my peers find when they grow up in a world that only gets more regressive as animal instinct is sugar coated with Technological Butchery? it all plagues my dreams and thoughts...but i'm finding--ever slowly-- that the Faith and Hope in a child's eye is truly the most Precious Gift that one could witness, let alone conceive...a Gift not given or recieved,but foreordained...i'm curious how my mother feels when she sees how i turned out...have i lost that spark of Faith or Hope? Was it ever there? The beauty of that question is that it is not for me(the individual) to answere cos maybe we are all Damned and Saved with every interaction with our fellow man/woman,as they are our redeemer and we are theirs...which levvies a toll, but it's a toll everyone can afford...moreover,I am thankful to be alive.
11.13.02
slowly getting over the flu...i'll bet reading "The Stand" by S. King while sick with influenza would really put the reader in the story...i'd try it but i've already read the book twice.