Wednesday, January 16, 2008
…filming us rehearse…interviewing us…we gave them a taste of the Real…
Saturday, January 12, 2008
STEW
ok,
so we didn’t exactly update the blog in what you could call a “daily” manner.
TOM
Ok, see you Tuesday…
TRIPP asks inappropriate question…
MIKE
Do you know why that is?
STEW
Yes, it is because blogs are unnatural. If it were an analog journal…actually, I don’t update those either.
And by the way, in ear monitors are great idea for the whole family.
MIKE
that’s true: parents could control the volume of their children…and guests.
STEW
Mike, what is wrong with your generation?
TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO GET MIKE’S ANSWER
Hello,
this is the first in a daily – YES DAILY – series of internet communications with you, dear reader.
MIKE
Daily until when? Forever?
STEW
Yes.
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the berlin snow having missed her christmas cue by a week comes in late and stumbling as if having partied all night spilling packages everywhere and with her usual sense of calender conscious bravado our seasonal drama queen makes her big entrance into the capital of the last century on new years day.
And its all Capra-esque right now.
the backyard
(see the back of guest host *)
looks like a glamorous movie star’s flat
from some 30s movie
Or like Iowa:
Everything is white
Mimi (my daughters cat) and I stare out onto the falling whiteness, hypnotized.
We share the same opinion of snow:
Its a miraculous inconvenience…
My daughter was supposed to have cleaned the cat box yesterday.
But Mimi prefers to go in the wild.
And right now its a big cold cat box out there.
And Mimi is ready to bust a move.
Besides, shes far more curious about snow than i am
She probably doesn’t even remember it from last year
…i do…
My daughter and her friends roamed the streets of Berlin last night
Freezing cold and deliriously happy
Just like me and mine did many years ago.
We start band rehearsals on Thursday.
I will go directly from Newark airport to the rehearsal hall.
My resolution is to be in a Broadway musical.
1.1.08
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*sorry, i don’t know how to create links
He figured the wide screen perspective would set the scene for an epiphany that would finally make sense of this place and his place in it. So he gazed over the expanse, inhaling the suspense. But LA, always in character, refused to make sense. Yet, when the dawn came calling his thoughts congealed into a whole: “It’s morning in America. Sunrise in the fishbowl.”
…head fulla all kindsa crazy ideas ’bout life and oh dont know what jus’ always questionin’ everythang that didn’t have an answer…
…she mighta settled domestically but she never settled in her head…
NARRATOR
It’s los angeles again
Just south of the 10
Messiah Baptist morning
Hope and Grief
Pain and Belief
Were the bridges of spirit forming.
The church hugged him and held him
And welcomed him home so tenderly
That walking took no effort
For he was floatin’ on their energy
Then the organ whispered
“Son, put your burden on my shelf
I am the trembling voice
That gives you no choice
But to listen to yourself.”
Then the whole congregation
Got to listening and waiting
For it’s pilgrim son to sing.
But his morning song was a eulogy
So there’d be no melody.
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go to amazon and see what our 1st record is selling for…it’s the version released on our own label, Aerial Flipout.
…it was so hard to focus cuz i couldn’t see anybody…except the first row…i prefer a sweaty little club where i can see what kind of drink yer holding…and where your eyes are looking…and where it feels like we’re all in it together…in it…together…
that said, i had something close to fun…
i didn’t like the absurd backstage situation where NONE of my friends got backstage and i was too out of it too realize until it was too late…
more later…i guess i’m trying to get back into the blog thing…