Musing on Music...

It occurs to me that Kurt Cobain would have turned 44 last month. His fatherless daughter is 18, by the way...

I remember someone once told me that it makes sense that 27 would be the age when famous musicians die, since that's the age when your illusions of an idyllic world are finally broken and realize that it sucks to be here (how positive!). In a weird sort of way, though, I suppose it does make sense...

Haven't written any new songs in a while. Part of me wonders if it's just my muse taking a break, or if I just haven't been inspired, or if I've just been too busy running around everywhere trying to please everyone that I don't have time to write anything down. Maybe all of the above?

I'm at Starbucks and one of the baristas is singing a slightly off-key rendition of "I'll Be There" by the Jackson 5 and it's bringing a few things back:

1.) Junior High sucked.
2.) I'd be more in pain if I didn't find her singing so funny.
3.) Michael Jackson, regardless of what has been said of him, was a very talented individual.

The three most beautiful instruments, at least in my mind, are Uilleann bagpipes, Hammond organ, and the cello. Just an opinion.

Show in a few days. Town Pump in Yuba City starting at like 8 or so. Please be there...

I find it interesting that culture often springs up around music. Jazz music has its own culture, as does Rock and Roll, as does Country, as does Christian music. I shouldn't be surprised, music has always been a significant part of world-culture.

We're living in an age of Second-Generation Rock and Roll. The Beatles all have children who are musically inclined, as does Bob Dylan, as do Eddie Van Halen and John Bonham. To a lesser extent, Billy Ray Cyrus. Much, MUCH lesser.

I'm fascinated by the egotism that comes with Rock-Stardom. But it makes sense that if you've got smoke being blown up your rear-end all the time, it would make sense that you'd get a big head about it. And then there's David Koresh...

I'm liking being a bar band, to an extent. We don't play nearly enough cover tunes to make a living as one yet, but as long as we can keep people entertained while we do what we do, I'd be happy about that.

You don't really think about it, but musical theater is an ancient art. Shakespeare used to write songs into his plays. Greek tragedy always involved a chorus who embodied the thoughts of the observer and sang refrains about it.

I think it's funny how when I listen to songs on the radio or wherever, I can sit there and either realize or remember that I know how to play the song, but when I pick up my guitar, it's like my mind goes blank, and I conveniently forget all the songs I know. This happens even when I don't have an audience. Crazy.

All for now. Peace Love and Valvoline.