“nuthin'” is exactly what i’ve gotten done this morning and there’s hardly anything “sweet” about it. the only time that nothing adds up to something is when you’re doing it on purpose, like say to clear your mind of clutter-accumulation or to avoid going to work. when you’re actually trying to be PRODUCTIVE in one way or another and STILL end up with bupkis then you’re just screwed, you can’t get that time back nohow and it’s hard to rationalize spending large chunks of one’s time on an endeavor that comes up empty-handed often enough to raise the question of PRIORITIES. like i got up a little before 6 and came in here to work on a couple of pieces of art and when you’re doing stuff like that it means that you’re NOT doing a lot of OTHER stuff, shit like trying to make money or writing to your senator or tackling income inequality or simply helping those in need, you’re not doing any of those good things and so when your otherwise-focused attention nets you a big hollow goose-egg to show for it you can call that a wasted opportunity, chum, and too many of those and you wake up one morning to discover that you’ve become a bitter old sourpuss with a drinking problem or a drug addiction or both. and that’s no way to live.
jeff called me from japan and he liked the 4-track stuff that i sent him and he still wants to put it out which is something of a relief, in the process of listening to my songs over and over again while doing the mixing i became pretty hyper-critical of the whole shebang and was having a hard time getting past the gnawing sensation that i’ve been hauling all of these tapes around for the last 10 years for no good reason as the music contained therein is pretty obviously sub-standard stuff. i had this scenario mapped out in my head where after all of this time spent ruminating about my lost “album” and then talking to jeff about putting it out and then finding all of the stuff on the unmarked tapes and then buying an only half-way functional 4-track machine and then going into the studio to mix them with evan and then not liking those mixes and then going BACK into the studio to remix everything with evan and then titling and sequencing the songs, after doing all of that i envisioned jeff receiving the finished product and not liking it one bit. that’s what is known in the scholarly work as “fortunetelling” and i’m terrible at it. or maybe i’m actually a little too GOOD at it.
but none of that happened. jeff liked it and he’s putting it out and we’re gonna tie it into promoting my art in some fashion and so this long saga which began close to 20 years ago when i got a little tascam portastudio for christmas and carried on forward through the dark years and even the darker ones has now pretty much resolved itself. i’m gonna have to somehow come up with small collages on demand as part of the “ad blitz” but that might be kinda fun, i won’t have the luxury of puttering around in the foggy soup of my psyche and will just have to throw the noodles against the wall and hope some of them stick. if they don’t then i’ll have to serve potatoes.
last night me and wookie and our friend marti went and saw a documentary about the underground music scene that was happening in san diego in the early ’90’s, i was briefly a part of that scene because the band i joined was one of the big 3 down there for a while. or maybe the big four. ironically i ended up in that band because they were the only ones doing stuff that i thought was interesting and at some point there was an opening in personnel if i was willing to knock someone else off of the “gravy train” and that was one of the very few times in my life that i WAS willing to leapfrog over another human and it paid off for everyone except the frog. anyways the documentary was called “it’s gonna blow” and they got the title from one of the band’s songs which was written and recorded before i joined but is quite possibly the best one that they/we ever did and so here it is:
i played this one for one of my neighbors once, a semi-interesting thug that lived in huge beat-to-shit farmhouse across the street and had a hobby of getting into drunken bar fights and selling pot, because he was curious about what my band sounded like. about halfway through it he looked at me and said “so…it’s just like a bunch of noise, is that it?”. and he was sort of right. thugs are like that.
today is saturday and me and wookie have a free day, i’m pretty sure we plan on doing some relaxing/eating/reading/necking before we have to go to a birthday party at a sushi restaurant later on tonight. no sports on for me but i’m in the middle of another pelecanos book(my 7th this month?) and i’ll probably try to troll some yard sales in an effort to come up with some new frames i can use for collages. the weather looks to be fine and i’ve got a headache but in the process of writing this i was able to exorcise the sense of stagnation that had settled upon me after hitting that old familiar wall earlier this morning. i hate that fucking thing.