I'm comin' back to Maine guys and gals
Clear your schedules and ditch your pals
Further on the 20th of December
I'll be introducing the Maxx you don't remember
So fresh & so clean, so firm & so tone
I'll make your mothers curse and sisters moan
I went off into the yonder
Becoming the 10th wonder
So if you see me, show some taste
Disrespect me, I'll fuck start your face
F-COMM bombs slowin' for attack
I'm no Slim Shady but guess who's back
Like the California women have sang
I'm comin' back like a fuckin' boomerang
Toss my salad!!!!!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Back to New Basics
Sparks have ignited on dormant wicks. Things have been moving inside of me. Perhaps a wave of enlightenment? Maybe a scent of reflection? A more emphasized scense of consciousness. Yes that, a more emphasized scense of consciousness.
As many of you know I have a strong love for blues music in all of its forms. Suddenly it has been all that consumes my CD stereo tray. It has thus resulted in me pulling out the resonator, aka my steel guitar that came to me in New Orleans. Having not really played the guitar in over a year and a half it is as if I am heading back to new basics.
When I played guitar before I would walk into a music store and try to outplay the man next to me. If there was a local concert I thought of how I was better than the player on stage.(Let it be known there was a time when I could wipe the floor with a good portion of people however I tried doing this in New Orleans. There were a number of seasoned players in the music shop that through their playing told everyone else who the badasses were in the house.) Now as my box rests on my lap and on my chest, I strum the grooves and finger the licks with my ego diminished. Figuratively speaking my self confidence has risen since my senior year of highschool(last time I played guitar) so there is no need for me to search for an upperhand in my playing. My instrumentation is soley for the escape enjoyment factor.
I will be home in 13 days and my excitement is peaked. Christmas will be a good day this year. A schedule of events is slated in my head as far as things to do i.e. go shopping w/ Shelly Gamache, make death by chocolate for the Schwinn twins, go skiing w/ Dave Chesley + Shelly, visit with the grand mothers, eat one of my mother's very good casarols that she makes on cold winter days, run on my old route and of course go for a ride around the lake.
More to come as the spirit move me and the new basics arise.
P.S. Album to Listen to: Boogie Woogie Christmas - Brian Setzer Orchestra
As many of you know I have a strong love for blues music in all of its forms. Suddenly it has been all that consumes my CD stereo tray. It has thus resulted in me pulling out the resonator, aka my steel guitar that came to me in New Orleans. Having not really played the guitar in over a year and a half it is as if I am heading back to new basics.
When I played guitar before I would walk into a music store and try to outplay the man next to me. If there was a local concert I thought of how I was better than the player on stage.(Let it be known there was a time when I could wipe the floor with a good portion of people however I tried doing this in New Orleans. There were a number of seasoned players in the music shop that through their playing told everyone else who the badasses were in the house.) Now as my box rests on my lap and on my chest, I strum the grooves and finger the licks with my ego diminished. Figuratively speaking my self confidence has risen since my senior year of highschool(last time I played guitar) so there is no need for me to search for an upperhand in my playing. My instrumentation is soley for the escape enjoyment factor.
I will be home in 13 days and my excitement is peaked. Christmas will be a good day this year. A schedule of events is slated in my head as far as things to do i.e. go shopping w/ Shelly Gamache, make death by chocolate for the Schwinn twins, go skiing w/ Dave Chesley + Shelly, visit with the grand mothers, eat one of my mother's very good casarols that she makes on cold winter days, run on my old route and of course go for a ride around the lake.
More to come as the spirit move me and the new basics arise.
P.S. Album to Listen to: Boogie Woogie Christmas - Brian Setzer Orchestra
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