Travel Blues

It just turned past 6 right now and I'm somewhere over the southern oklahoma. It wears on you, the drudgery of sitting on a plane while your wife and children are just getting home from preschool and work and getting set for dinner. Maybe they're going on a wagon ride or playing in the backyard with grandma. But here I am, sitting on a plane headed to southern california. People are complaining about the functionality of their printers and losing money and wanting to know what I'm going to do about it. Meanwhile I'm wishing I was at home, maybe watching waves come in while I play with the kids at the beach. Or maybe sitting at the edge of the water letting the atlantic run past me as I'm sitting in the shoreline. In an odd stroke of luck the Rays are playing the Angels tonight and I'll be landing at 6- just in time to make it to the game. That's the glint of hopefulness that I have as I'm looking past that and thinking of a few days I'll be spending in meetings and surrounded with people from work from the time that I get up till the time I go to bed. It's not that I dislike anyone really or there's going to be some really difficult task for me to accomplish. It's just a really long day to be eating breakfast lunch and dinner and everything in between with people from work. Because inherently we only really talk about work. We all live on separate parts of the country and have our own lives and interests, but we only know each other in this context.
But yeah, my son's favorite stuffed animal was left in my truck from when I dropped him off at school this morning. So now he's going to be without it for 3 days because it's at the airport, locked in the truck. I was going to fedex it to him but my wife was worried it would get lost. I probably should have fedex'd it. Just imagining him opening the box with grandma and seeing his missing stuffed best friend would really make my day. Nope, he's locked in the hot car on the top floor of the airport parking garage. Damn, I wish I had checked for it before I left the house. I'm going to be kicking myself this whole trip about that.

NOTE: I wrote this about a month ago and never posted it.

Splitting Difrences by san angelus

Splitting Difrences by san angelus

An update to the San Angelus page, Splitting Differences. Pretty nice track, I'm really looking forward to this new album coming out. I may actually have to buy it!

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Harold Brian
Milton

More photos for your enjoyment.

One Hand On The Wheel by san angelus

One Hand On The Wheel by san angelus

San Angelus, the spawn of ex's of Sparkmaker, Shift, Pelican and Undertow. That said, you can hear the Sparkmarker influence over all and Larry from Pelican's drums are awesome. Can't wait for the full record to come out. Seems like there's a lot of cool stuff going on right now. A resurgence of eve bands making cool music, getting back to thier roots after seemingly caving in and giving up. Being beaten by life until there's no time to create or collaborate and the music lives "somewhere back then". Or maybe burnt out on the industry and commercialization of a once vibrant scene where bands were taking deals that were too good to be true from labels and ending up in contractual obligations and bullshit that made it just not that fun anymore.

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Reversal Of Man

Promise Ring

Mineral

I used to fancy myself as a photographer. It's such a bullshit artform though, you just need to know a little about composition and you're in there. Regardless, I wasn't really good at it but thought you might like the bands in the photos. It's always fun seeing band photos you've never seen (for some reason).

I will say this, that mineral photo is probably my favorite photo I've ever taken.

NEW CHAMBERLAIN!

Sweet Hayzues Christo... At long last. Do you know what this means!? And they're touring with Gaslight Anthem, probably opening for them and being unappreciated by stupid fucks.

"No self deprecation" can easily turn into "No self defecation".

I've been battling sickness and travel for work the last few weeks, which is why the updates are few and far between. But here's a thought...

"No self deprecation" can easily turn into "No self defecation". But seriously, why is it that some of us are so hesitant to be proud of what we create or do? "Hey I made this song but it's not very good" is uttered with every new piece when the work is actually pretty good. To some it's modesty or trying not to seem like a boastful egocentric jerkoff (there's definitely merit in not being an egocentric jerkoff).

I know artists are most critical of their own work, it's easy for them to find the faults in them. But I think it's important to know your ability and where you're at in relation to others and be proud of what you've created. Be it music or surfing or whatever...
So here it is, I know my music and surfing can be sophomoric but I have fun and I'm damn proud of it.

Another thought, I got $250 ebay cash for my birthday from the in laws. Which is a super rad and generous gift. The problem is it's burning a hole in my pocket and I'm not sure what to do with it. I've bid on a 8" DW tom to add to my kit, I'm just hoping I can hold on for the duration with a $210 bid and the $40 shipping... ugh, shipping. Other than that, Line 6 guitar pod x3 with vocal effects because I can't sing worth a damn. No self deprecation there, just knowing my limitations. Or I could save it for my dream guitar. Or a vocal microphone for my limited vocals. Or various small items I'd never normally buy like t shirts from bands or new Rays jerseys. Wish me luck on the auction, if I don't get this drum I'm going to fall back into this malaise.