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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

"you're dead, i'm dead... it's all good, bro."
Category: Music

Last night sucked.
i know my mates will disagree w. me, but that's why we're mates. we have different ideals & such, yet we fit and we stick and we flow like waves.

i don't like playing at Burt's. i don't like playing with punk bands. My personal preference. Not my kinda noize. The band was great, for what they are ~ definitely no disrespect intended there. i liked 'em. Just not my scene.

When my girlfriend and BB's girlfriend have to hide in the back of the room, sheltered by a most gracious and loyal fan Thank you, Mr. Evil!), in order to avoid getting punched, kicked or elbowed by a bunch of drunken asshole shifty-fucks who don't know us or our music from a fucking hole in the ground, then we are in the wrong place. 'nuff said.  That show sucked. The sound sucked. The people sucked (not all, just a large group). i hated it. Some of those douchebags had been cut off from the bar before we even got there. That should have been a relevant sign. They kept grabbing BB's mic stand and pulling it down. Vbot stood at the back of the stage. BB fell down off the stage and fucked up his guitar... Dude, i need your sound up there!    There were some old-school rockers who came specifically to see what TxB has grown into, and to see what i'm up to with my axe, and i feel like we disappointed to a high, high degree. Sorry boiz, but we can do much better than that.

i guess we were supposed to play with Staci Grimm but their bus broke down or something. Then Negative Charge was supposed to play with Rancid, but they just bailed on the whole city ~ don't know why. So we hooked it up between us. i like mixing crowds and genres, and like i said, the band was great, but given the venue, and the people who were there (by sheer chance their drunken legs carried their empty heads into a dirty space with loud music), it wasn't a good show for us. Maybe i'm just tired.

After the last piece of gear was tossed in the van, one of the stumbling assholes shook my hand and said, "you're dead, i'm dead. it's all good, bro."
It's not all good "bro". 
& i'm far from dead.  

 

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Vegas. Bats. Sinister. and stuff
Category: Life

i don't chat much anymores, do i?  no time, no time, no time - ah fuck that!
Life is funny-as-shit, and more fun than a bag full-0-kitties. 

i got promoted (tortured?) last month in worky-workyland: ~ now i is da Bossman at the CW.
Call me Mr. Director.  it's good. things are going well, i just hate reponsatility. 

music musings:
Redemption (bound) managed to finish some recordings and the ever-amazing Miah put together a fab little EP of a bunch of our new material so we would have some audible trinkies to sell to the natives on our Cali. trip last month.  We have a new song up on our myspace page:  "Tattered Romance".  It's pure Redemption-stylee with a Cure-meets-Nashville inspired slide guitar hook.  Go listen, and beat us up.
www.myspace.com/redemption  (as if you didn't know)

Of that trip- The Fabulous A. and i rented a Maserati (jk) and took our bikes on the trip.  While the other monkeys were drinking/sleeping it off, we rode out to the ocean and shredded the bike path in Long Beach on Saturday, then went to Santa Monica and down to Venice Beach and back on Sunday. It was sandy/salty goodness with more variety of scenery and people in a few hours on two wheels than most sadfucks will ever see in a year.  Goodtimes, for sures.  i adore that girl more than i could ever say!!! 
We have decided that all of our vacations will be bike vacations from now on.
It was supergood to spend long and winding road time with the girl. We chatted, and punched each other (a little), and listened to tons of Pulp on old mp3 discs. Ate too many Fritos, power bars and giant energy drinks. Have to give props to the XM satellite radio which, upon my discovering the 80s station, immediately serenaded us with Journey. ... highway run, into the midnight sun. wheels go round and round, in my mind.  HA!!!


Tragic Black recorded a new song, "(you're) Danger" and got it out in time for a new Strobelight comp. due out this year.  Whee!!!  it's a jaunty little piece with a sticky hook.  We're polishing up 2 more newbies for a vinyl release later in the fall.  These will reflect more of our butt-rock/sleaze/glampunk ala afi influence.  i like 'em.  You don't have to, but i bet you will.  

The shows all went very well with just one alcohol diffused stumble the first night in Vegas.  The club was pretty cool and i'm happy we hooked up with those guys, as it's been difficult finding a venue there. It was right next to the Liberace museum. We got there too late to go in tho. Bummers. Redemption was received quite well and the crowd was mostly responsive for not being too familiar with the material.  Tragic Black played an agressive set after D purged his superflous poisonings in the parking lot. He literally kicked the bucket (showering A. with ice) and i think that kept the crowd at a safe distance. Volatile and unpredictable :: that's the pirate ship TxB.  We all crashed at the promoter's house at 4am and his body-builder girlfriend (a true hostess) hooked us up with coffee and morning munchies, even going as far as making a bunch of burritos for the road. Too sweet! 

Release the Bats!!!  ~  you know, i just can't say enough nice things about this place, and especially Dave & Jenn Bats, who are some of the most appreciative promoters in the biz. This was the first time they've had 2 bands play the same night and everything went down smooth and cool. We saw plenty of familiar faces and made some new, very gushing, fans. Short sets for both bands, but when you're pulling double-duty it wears you out. i was ready to collapse by closing time. See you fiends next year!!!  (don't worry, Dave. Berlin doesn't need  you just yet...)

Bar Sinister ~ the true redeemer of Hollywood. Throughout my life i've been alternately enchanted and disgusted with the mecca of the entertainment world. Bar Sin always renew my faith in the posibility of greatness and the reasons we do this trick over and over. Soundguy, yes i can play that bit forwards as well. Spike & Marie, recently transplanted to LaLa came out to see what we were up to ~ thanks so much for your encouraging words, guys. You're beautiful!  i saw some faces from home as well as old LA fiends. The merch moved and sent us home in the black. That's the best you can hope for, and a nice surprise on a trip like this. We were happy.

Many shows at home coming up and more recording in the works.


In real-life news:  A. has decided to pursue a second Master's, and it all begins with what's behind Door A:
- Spanish Class!!!   i decided to tag along, tho lagging behind quite a bit.  So she's in 2nd grade & i'm only in first.  It's ok,  i'm picking up quick.  My class is like training new college puppies on the hookup, ie:  "What's your name, telephone , email addy," etc. It's funny.
A's class is all about talking to the soul-mate, or saying "getting a divorce", single, insincere, etc. That's  even more funny.  1st year hookup, 2nd year breakup/marriage/divorce/honesty....  blah, blah prostitutes.  i like learning languages! 

Boo. 
if you're still here, you're far too interested in other people's lives. 

Hey, we really want to have a party some time at  our new place (which isn't so new anymore)....  we just can't seem to sit still long enough.

Redemption with Wayne Hussey (& some other fucks) this Saturday, bitches!!!!  Bar Deluxe, 666 S State, SLC.
 -yes, i am excited for this one.

Chau, Bonita.

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Monday, August 04, 2008

MKiO & Redemption show ~ last night
Category: Music

Where to begin...?
Most all ages venues are not well equiped for live shows. maybe diy punk shows where sound quality and pro equipment are not necessarily an issue, but definitely not a show like ours (Redemption).  Sadly, this was exactly the case with The Vortex in SLC. It's all set up like a nice little dance club, tho it does have a good-sized stage. No stage lights that were controllable from the lighting board, and no monitors. MKiO brought in their light bars (didn't share ~ whatup, stingies?) and we brought in the wedges (which we happily let everyone use). Scary point of interest: the only power available to the entire band was one extension cord coming out from under the stage. One Power Source = Bad, Dirty Power. Imagine; two power-hungry tube amps, one dying-but-trying solid state guitar amp, one really munchy bass amp, plus a laptop all running off one extension cord (of course we had our Furman power strips for spike & overload protection). Silly.

 Skinny Guy Sound (Tom), whom i used to work with at Guitar Center was the slated PA guy, so at first i wasn't worried about it. But then he showed up with just a mixer to plug into the house system which is very dance-clubby, plus noone was sticking around to run it.  At that point i decided not to even bother getting all dressied up as the crowd sitch' was looking rather dire as well.  Matt was in a mood of perpetual drowsiness, my amp sounded like fat, fuzzy ass,  and Ashe's amp finally took the last dive into blown-speaker-hell, but overall we played a decent, albeit short set, that went over well with the small crowd.  A few people brought their young kids, so i had a good time crouching down in front as they were all crowed up against the stage. Think i made them a bit nervous tho. Ha! 

Outside from the street you wouldn't know the place existed, and they weren't selling any drinks or anything. They have a little drink bar in the back (water & sodas, i guess) but of the 10 "security" dudes that were there, i suppose none of them knew how to punch a cash register. Dry shows = the Suck.

Show was like this:
Domiana ~  all sounded good but the last. Never, ever try to play that song again, guys. ; )
Redemption ~ we did what, 5 songs?  New song is dope. You gotta love slide guitar in a goth song.  - you don't...?  Fuck you.
Mankind is Obsolete ~ Tons of energy, great sound, great attitudes.  They really are fun to watch. Angry vocals aside, these guys (and girl) are just out to have a good time, and it shows.  They ended the set with two ukelele songs (yes. Ukelele) since their laptop crashed.  That may have been my fav. part of the show.  It was cool watching Gordon beat the fuck out of his upright bass as well.

Next show is this Saturday.
Tragic Black & Cavedoll at Kilby Court.

Kilby does it right for an all-ages joint. i think in the future i'll turn down any other offers that don't compare.

Currently listening :
Please
By Pet Shop Boys
Release date: 1986-05-02

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Tragic Black on the Warped Tour -?

..TR> ..TABLE>

Tragic Black on the Warped Tour -?

You can Make it Happen!!!

Vote for us here:
http://warpedtour. battleofthebands. com/Tragic_Black

Do it.
it's simple to create a lil profile & vote.

Leave us a comment or two as more exposure will help us to get out and tour more often.

tell yer fiends & cavers to do the same.

VOTE for Tragic Black to play the Warped Tour!
http://warpedtour. battleofthebands. com/Tragic_Black

Thanks, Fiends!
~j~

Currently listening :
21 Singles
By Jesus & Mary Chain
Release date: 2002-07-02

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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Wave-Gotik-Treffen
Category: Life

This year Tragic Black will once again perform at the infamous W.G.T. in Leipzig, Germany.  i wasn't part of the band two years ago when they performed in Germany for the first time, but i have been friends with the band for many years, so i got to hear all the stories - Triumphs and Tragedies.

Last November we had the good fortune of travelling around Germany, Austria, Belgium, Norway and Italy to bring our show & our music to small clubs and meet many long-time fans face-to-face.  In many ways that little tour was the epoch of my musical career thusfar. Since i was a small child, when i first picked up a guitar and wondered at its magic, i have always dreamed of going on tour - no matter how large or small - i just wanted to travel with no responsibility other than to bleed on stage from night to night.  We did that and more.

Earlier this year we were asked back to play at the largest Gothic music festival in the world, the Wave-Gotik-Treffen.  This will be Tragic Black's second performance at the festival, and my first time. i've always wanted to go. As a fan of the music and the culture there is nothing else that compares to its magnitude. Now i will be on stage at the festival, on Saturday night, at 8pm on the Werk II stage.  We have an hour-long set, which is a typical length for a headlining act.  We go on right after Gotterdammerung (no unlauts on my keyboard in America) whom i have been curious to see live. Following us will be The Dirty Weather Project, feat. Frank of Frank the Baptist and Lucas Lanthier of Cinema Strange. The final act will be the Superheroines. 

It's somewhat surreal to be living the life i've always dreamed, to have so many amazing opportunities and to be able to do it playing music that i truly love. i have more fun on stage with TxB than with any other project with which i've been involved (& there have been a few).  So many cheers to my mates who have worked so hard to get here. Many more cheers to the people who love and support what we do.

This time my partner, Adriana and i will be taking an extra week to explore some beautiful places after the festival.  We will spend 2 days in Berlin (fr. Leipzig), 2 days in Prague and 2 days in Vienna. We are both very much looking forward to this trip and to making new friends along the way.

Here's the W.G.T. info on all the bands: wgt

http://www.wave-gotik-treffen.de/english/info.php

Tragic Black - W.G.T.  Leipzig, Germany
Saturday, 10 May  16:00 uhr.
Werk II Hall - Kochstraße 132

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Friday, February 15, 2008

i’m published! City Weekly article on European tour.
Category: Writing and Poetry

Big Time? depends on the size of the bowl.
but still... i'm published!

The City Weekly asked me to write an article on touring Europe for the Slammys issue.

Here it is:
http://www.slweekly.com/index.cfm?do=article.details&id=13D9DAEC-14D1-13A2-9FAC788A67E73A8E

They did some funny "editing" which should be a little obvious to anyone who knows my voice.
i didn't realize editing included the freedom to add cheesy statements ~ hmm...  
It's still pretty damn cool & i'm excited about it. 
~ so there ~
 

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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Al Gore’s Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance Speech
Category: News and Politics

SPEECH BY AL GORE ON THE ACCEPTANCE
OF THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE
DECEMBER 10, 2007
OSLO, NORWAY

Your Majesties, Your Royal Highnesses, Honorable members of the Norwegian Nobel Committee, Excellencies, Ladies and gentlemen.

I have a purpose here today. It is a purpose I have tried to serve for many years. I have prayed that God would show me a way to accomplish it.

Sometimes, without warning, the future knocks on our door with a precious and painful vision of what might be. One hundred and nineteen years ago, a wealthy inventor read his own obituary, mistakenly published years before his death. Wrongly believing the inventor had just died, a newspaper printed a harsh judgment of his life's work, unfairly labeling him "The Merchant of Death" because of his invention—dynamite. Shaken by this condemnation, the inventor made a fateful choice to serve the cause of peace.

Seven years later, Alfred Nobel created this prize and the others that bear his name.

Seven years ago tomorrow, I read my own political obituary in a judgment that seemed to me harsh and mistaken—if not premature. But that unwelcome verdict also brought a precious if painful gift: an opportunity to search for fresh new ways to serve my purpose.

Unexpectedly, that quest has brought me here. Even though I fear my words cannot match this moment, I pray what I am feeling in my heart will be communicated clearly enough that those who hear me will say, "We must act."

The distinguished scientists with whom it is the greatest honor of my life to share this award have laid before us a choice between two different futures—a choice that to my ears echoes the words of an ancient prophet: "Life or death, blessings or curses. Therefore, choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live."

We, the human species, are confronting a planetary emergency—a threat to the survival of our civilization that is gathering ominous and destructive potential even as we gather here. But there is hopeful news as well: we have the ability to solve this crisis and avoid the worst—though not all—of its consequences, if we act boldly, decisively and quickly.

However, despite a growing number of honorable exceptions, too many of the world's leaders are still best described in the words Winston Churchill applied to those who ignored Adolf Hitler's threat: "They go on in strange paradox, decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all powerful to be impotent."

So today, we dumped another 70 million tons of global-warming pollution into the thin shell of atmosphere surrounding our planet, as if it were an open sewer. And tomorrow, we will dump a slightly larger amount, with the cumulative concentrations now trapping more and more heat from the sun.

As a result, the earth has a fever. And the fever is rising. The experts have told us it is not a passing affliction that will heal by itself. We asked for a second opinion. And a third. And a fourth. And the consistent conclusion, restated with increasing alarm, is that something basic is wrong.

We are what is wrong, and we must make it right.

Last September 21, as the Northern Hemisphere tilted away from the sun, scientists reported with unprecedented distress that the North Polar ice cap is "falling off a cliff." One study estimated that it could be completely gone during summer in less than 22 years. Another new study, to be presented by U.S. Navy researchers later this week, warns it could happen in as little as 7 years.

Seven years from now.

In the last few months, it has been harder and harder to misinterpret the signs that our world is spinning out of kilter. Major cities in North and South America, Asia and Australia are nearly out of water due to massive droughts and melting glaciers. Desperate farmers are losing their livelihoods. Peoples in the frozen Arctic and on low-lying Pacific islands are planning evacuations of places they have long called home. Unprecedented wildfires have forced a half million people from their homes in one country and caused a national emergency that almost brought down the government in another. Climate refugees have migrated into areas already inhabited by people with different cultures, religions, and traditions, increasing the potential for conflict. Stronger storms in the Pacific and Atlantic have threatened whole cities. Millions have been displaced by massive flooding in South Asia, Mexico, and 18 countries in Africa. As temperature extremes have increased, tens of thousands have lost their lives. We are recklessly burning and clearing our forests and driving more and more species into extinction. The very web of life on which we depend is being ripped and frayed.

We never intended to cause all this destruction, just as Alfred Nobel never intended that dynamite be used for waging war. He had hoped his invention would promote human progress. We shared that same worthy goal when we began burning massive quantities of coal, then oil and methane.

Even in Nobel's time, there were a few warnings of the likely consequences. One of the very first winners of the Prize in chemistry worried that, "We are evaporating our coal mines into the air." After performing 10,000 equations by hand, Svante Arrhenius calculated that the earth's average temperature would increase by many degrees if we doubled the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere.

Seventy years later, my teacher, Roger Revelle, and his colleague, Dave Keeling, began to precisely document the increasing CO2 levels day by day.

But unlike most other forms of pollution, CO2 is invisible, tasteless, and odorless—which has helped keep the truth about what it is doing to our climate out of sight and out of mind. Moreover, the catastrophe now threatening us is unprecedented—and we often confuse the unprecedented with the improbable.

We also find it hard to imagine making the massive changes that are now necessary to solve the crisis. And when large truths are genuinely inconvenient, whole societies can, at least for a time, ignore them. Yet as George Orwell reminds us: "Sooner or later a false belief bumps up against solid reality, usually on a battlefield."

In the years since this prize was first awarded, the entire relationship between humankind and the earth has been radically transformed. And still, we have remained largely oblivious to the impact of our cumulative actions.

Indeed, without realizing it, we have begun to wage war on the earth itself. Now, we and the earth's climate are locked in a relationship familiar to war planners: "Mutually assured destruction."

More than two decades ago, scientists calculated that nuclear war could throw so much debris and smoke into the air that it would block life-giving sunlight from our atmosphere, causing a "nuclear winter." Their eloquent warnings here in Oslo helped galvanize the world's resolve to halt the nuclear arms race.

Now science is warning us that if we do not quickly reduce the global warming pollution that is trapping so much of the heat our planet normally radiates back out of the atmosphere, we are in danger of creating a permanent "carbon summer."

As the American poet Robert Frost wrote, "Some say the world will end in fire; some say in ice." Either, he notes, "would suffice."

But neither need be our fate. It is time to make peace with the planet.

We must quickly mobilize our civilization with the urgency and resolve that has previously been seen only when nations mobilized for war. These prior struggles for survival were won when leaders found words at the 11th hour that released a mighty surge of courage, hope and readiness to sacrifice for a protracted and mortal challenge.

These were not comforting and misleading assurances that the threat was not real or imminent; that it would affect others but not ourselves; that ordinary life might be lived even in the presence of extraordinary threat; that Providence could be trusted to do for us what we would not do for ourselves.

No, these were calls to come to the defense of the common future. They were calls upon the courage, generosity and strength of entire peoples, citizens of every class and condition who were ready to stand against the threat once asked to do so. Our enemies in those times calculated that free people would not rise to the challenge; they were, of course, catastrophically wrong.

Now comes the threat of climate crisis—a threat that is real, rising, imminent, and universal. Once again, it is the 11th hour. The penalties for ignoring this challenge are immense and growing, and at some near point would be unsustainable and unrecoverable. For now we still have the power to choose our fate, and the remaining question is only this: Have we the will to act vigorously and in time, or will we remain imprisoned by a dangerous illusion?

Mahatma Gandhi awakened the largest democracy on earth and forged a shared resolve with what he called "Satyagraha" —or "truth force."

In every land, the truth—once known—has the power to set us free.

Truth also has the power to unite us and bridge the distance between "me" and "we," creating the basis for common effort and shared responsibility.

There is an African proverb that says, "If you want to go quickly, go alone. If you want to go far, go together." We need to go far, quickly.

We must abandon the conceit that individual, isolated, private actions are the answer. They can and do help. But they will not take us far enough without collective action. At the same time, we must ensure that in mobilizing globally, we do not invite the establishment of ideological conformity and a new lock-step "ism."

That means adopting principles, values, laws, and treaties that release creativity and initiative at every level of society in multifold responses originating concurrently and spontaneously.

This new consciousness requires expanding the possibilities inherent in all humanity. The innovators who will devise a new way to harness the sun's energy for pennies or invent an engine that's carbon negative may live in Lagos or Mumbai or Montevideo. We must ensure that entrepreneurs and inventors everywhere on the globe have the chance to change the world.

When we unite for a moral purpose that is manifestly good and true, the spiritual energy unleashed can transform us. The generation that defeated fascism throughout the world in the 1940s found, in rising to meet their awesome challenge, that they had gained the moral authority and long-term vision to launch the Marshall Plan, the United Nations, and a new level of global cooperation and foresight that unified Europe and facilitated the emergence of democracy and prosperity in Germany, Japan, Italy and much of the world. One of their visionary leaders said, "It is time we steered by the stars and not by the lights of every passing ship."

In the last year of that war, you gave the Peace Prize to a man from my hometown of 2000 people, Carthage, Tennessee. Cordell Hull was described by Franklin Roosevelt as the "Father of the United Nations." He was an inspiration and hero to my own father, who followed Hull in the Congress and the U.S. Senate and in his commitment to world peace and global cooperation.

My parents spoke often of Hull, always in tones of reverence and admiration. Eight weeks ago, when you announced this prize, the deepest emotion I felt was when I saw the headline in my hometown paper that simply noted I had won the same prize that Cordell Hull had won. In that moment, I knew what my father and mother would have felt were they alive.

Just as Hull's generation found moral authority in rising to solve the world crisis caused by fascism, so too can we find our greatest opportunity in rising to solve the climate crisis. In the Kanji characters used in both Chinese and Japanese, "crisis" is written with two symbols, the first meaning "danger," the second "opportunity." By facing and removing the danger of the climate crisis, we have the opportunity to gain the moral authority and vision to vastly increase our own capacity to solve other crises that have been too long ignored.

We must understand the connections between the climate crisis and the afflictions of poverty, hunger, HIV-Aids and other pandemics. As these problems are linked, so too must be their solutions. We must begin by making the common rescue of the global environment the central organizing principle of the world community.

Fifteen years ago, I made that case at the "Earth Summit" in Rio de Janeiro. Ten years ago, I presented it in Kyoto. This week, I will urge the delegates in Bali to adopt a bold mandate for a treaty that establishes a universal global cap on emissions and uses the market in emissions trading to efficiently allocate resources to the most effective opportunities for speedy reductions.

This treaty should be ratified and brought into effect everywhere in the world by the beginning of 2010—two years sooner than presently contemplated. The pace of our response must be accelerated to match the accelerating pace of the crisis itself.

Heads of state should meet early next year to review what was accomplished in Bali and take personal responsibility for addressing this crisis. It is not unreasonable to ask, given the gravity of our circumstances, that these heads of state meet every three months until the treaty is completed.

We also need a moratorium on the construction of any new generating facility that burns coal without the capacity to safely trap and store carbon dioxide.

And most important of all, we need to put a price on carbon—with a CO2 tax that is then rebated back to the people, progressively, according to the laws of each nation, in ways that shift the burden of taxation from employment to pollution. This is by far the most effective and simplest way to accelerate solutions to this crisis.

The world needs an alliance—especially of those nations that weigh heaviest in the scales where earth is in the balance. I salute Europe and Japan for the steps they've taken in recent years to meet the challenge, and the new government in Australia, which has made solving the climate crisis its first priority.

But the outcome will be decisively influenced by two nations that are now failing to do enough: the United States and China. While India is also growing fast in importance, it should be absolutely clear that it is the two largest CO2 emitters—most of all, my own country—that will need to make the boldest moves, or stand accountable before history for their failure to act.

Both countries should stop using the other's behavior as an excuse for stalemate and instead develop an agenda for mutual survival in a shared global environment.

These are the last few years of decision, but they can be the first years of a bright and hopeful future if we do what we must. No one should believe a solution will be found without effort, without cost, without change. Let us acknowledge that if we wish to redeem squandered time and speak again with moral authority, then these are the hard truths:

The way ahead is difficult. The outer boundary of what we currently believe is feasible is still far short of what we actually must do. Moreover, between here and there, across the unknown, falls the shadow.

That is just another way of saying that we have to expand the boundaries of what is possible. In the words of the Spanish poet, Antonio Machado, "Pathwalker, there is no path. You must make the path as you walk."

We are standing at the most fateful fork in that path. So I want to end as I began, with a vision of two futures—each a palpable possibility—and with a prayer that we will see with vivid clarity the necessity of choosing between those two futures, and the urgency of making the right choice now.

The great Norwegian playwright, Henrik Ibsen, wrote, "One of these days, the younger generation will come knocking at my door."

The future is knocking at our door right now. Make no mistake, the next generation will ask us one of two questions. Either they will ask: "What were you thinking; why didn't you act?"

Or they will ask instead: "How did you find the moral courage to rise and successfully resolve a crisis that so many said was impossible to solve?"

We have everything we need to get started, save perhaps political will, but political will is a renewable resource.

So let us renew it, and say together: "We have a purpose. We are many. For this purpose we will rise, and we will act."


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Sunday, November 11, 2007

Tragic Black tour

we flew - we drank and laughed.
B. & i got much wine and beer for free, as we had a very sympathetic stewardess.... oh yes.  (slip me another bottle of wine... shhhh... don't tell my colleague. *wink*)

a day in Frankfurt at a loaned empty flat. we each had a comfortable  spot to rest our excited heads. 
off in the morning for Belgium in a big, blue van (wan).
Sean (he was our driver. our tour manager. our lifesaver) called us "weegans".  "Hey you guys ~ Monica & William from Faith & the Muse told me to get you this special Weegan spread.  They love it."   We love it.  i bought 8 cans to bring home.  Yummilicious & delighful.  We drank much German beer in the wan.  the Belgium festival was cancelled and we were the only band, but we gave them their money's worth, yes we did.  Every show we pour out everything we have and more.  4, 6, 8 hours in the wan, watching the lovely fall  German countryside fly past. Look, there's  a castle...
Arrive at the wenue just in time to plug all the toys into unfamiliar sockets, rented amps, borrowed drums.  Soundcheck.  Drink.  Change at the wenue. Put on makeup in darkened rooms with only one light over a  small, dirty mirror.  Storm the stage like a marauding band of vagabonds, hell-bent on total annihilation.  Mission accomplished.  Shirts are soaked with emotional perspiration.  It's honest. Brutally honest.
We mean it ~ they feel it.
They express their appreciation in broken tongue.  Feeling for the words we both know will never really express what either side actually feels. We are entirely more gratefull for the opportunity than even the most dedicated fan.  In Bochum a young girl knows every single word and sings along passionately, tho she can barely  articulate her feelings when the amps have gone to sleep.
Sleep.... it comes in spurts.  Against the window in the wan. For a  few drunken hours in the tiny hotel rooms, or loaned flats.  We eat brotchen (bread) from roadside stops, drink vitamin juice and much more beer in the wan.  Beer in the wan.  Such a welcome, silly, and much-loved novelty.
 The money doesn't come as promised.
the people don't always come as promised.
Without Sean we would be horribly lost.  (don't try this on your own, kids.)
Belgium - Vienna (land of Mozart and Goethe ... so many others...) i see only from the 3rd floor window of our closet sized hotel room.  Still, i love it all.  We love it all. We breathe it all in, we eat the air and the excitement and the sounds of hands clapping, big boots dancing.  and it's better than vitamins.  Better than beer in the wan.  Frankfurt - Erfurt - Bochum - Hanover.  Party, party. Play, sleep, eat, drive. 
Faces met for the first, and returns of welcome smiles. New friends and voices and garbled communication containing so much understanding.  Surreal. So Real.
We now have 2 days off as we have cancelled our show in Chemnitz due to lack of confirmation of money, backline, etc.  You have to be careful.  You have to be careless.

Tomorrow morning we head to Berlin to take in some sightseeing.
Tuesday will be our last show in Germany, then we leave our most important friend (the seanmonster) and fly to Norway. 
This has been the culmination of so many dreams, so many hopes, so much work come to fruition. 

Never stop dreaming ~ one day you won't wake up & you'll find your dreams are your reality. 
There's simply nothing better than that.

The English counterparts wait patiently for our return.
We hunger and long for their warm, welcome and familiar embraces.  Half-way through we are.
Half-way gone, half-way home.

11-Nov. 2007

~jesse.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

New Tatoo

This is a copy of a large charcoal drawing my little brother did for me years ago.  It's taken a long time to decide where i wanted it and who i wanted to do it.

If you're in SLC, go see Jennifer at Susie M's - 801-467-8282.
She's pretty damn awesome.

Leaving on Thursday for our European tour with Tragic Black.
i'm a little excited... yep.  Our first show, this Saturday, will be a huge festival in Belgium.  Then we are in Austria, 6 shows in Germany, off to Norway, then 2 shows in Italy.  We have our last day off in Naples, Italy. Bummer it's a Sunday, but i'm still looking forward to doing some exploring of the local curiousities, eating of the native foodings, and drinking Italian wine. (i just heard that Naples is full of crime, pickpockets, murders, & many ghettos - nice!)

i hope to make updates with photos & notes, so if you're curious please come back and see what madness follows us.

Cheers!

~jesse. (i am the Starfish)

Currently listening :
Elizium
By Fields of the Nephilim
Release date: 09 December, 1997

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

a misplaced body part = lost words.
Category: Life

Everything i just wrote out for the last hour-and-a-half has mysteriously vanished, due to an unintentional bump of a wayward wrist across the space-bar, as i set my tea down on the other side of the keyboard.

Either fate does not wish for me to tell you about my life,
or i should rather have left my tea on this side of the keyboard.

Perhaps, when i'm in the rare mood of telling tales & divulging secrets, i should write first in a more reliable program. Preferrably one which contains an auto-save function and an "undo" button.

Fuck you MySpace, and fuck your rediculously lacking, yet oh-so-addictive applications.

i'm getting a new tatoo this evening ~ the start of a thematic piece on duality. (god-damnit, i had so many lovely things to say... all written out so eloquently and detailed.)  Maybe i'll write more this evening.  Maybe i'll just drink my tea and seethe a bit over lost words.

~starfish~

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