In a Minute, In a Minute, In a Minute, Arf Arf Arf...

So, a possible huge opportunity has been presented through the electronic efforts of my brother John and his lovely lady Jill. I'll say no more until I hear more. Gotta keep you a little in the dark!

Just sent a draft of the artwork for my custom fuzz pedal to Tom at Fuzzhugger (fx), and I can't bloody wait until this project is completely fruited!

Off to the jam room for unprotected rock with multiple partners!

Boggle

I feel like my life has been shaken like a Boggle game, and I'm finding many of the words I spelled out in a previous round. It's like I've been through all this before, just seen from a different angle, in a different order. I'm picturing my motion through life as a straight line, continuing forward through checkpoints of different colors and shapes. The checkpoints' colors and shapes are varied, but in a finite way (like a square, a hexagon, a circle, and a triangle, available in blue, red, green, and yellow). As my life progresses, the shapes occur on the path in a seemingly random way, swapping out colors and positions as well as distances between checkpoints. I think my problem is that I want the shapes to either add up to form a complex and beautiful structure, or maybe instead of a blue hexagon, maybe I can get a panda or a monkey wrench or something significant. Or to go back to the Boggle reference, I feel like the letters should start falling into order and, just by chance, tell me a wonderful story. What power do I have to make these things happen? What is my impact on my existence? Is now just a time to float? Is every checkpoint a call to action?

"What do I do?" I ask myself with a genuine desire for response.

"Do something." I respond, in that frustrating, however correct manner that satisfies and taunts at the same time.

I once told my Mama I'd found God. In those times when you're alone and you ask a question, then immediately respond to it, that's God talking. It's your voice telling you the simple and obvious answer, but it's not entirely you, because had you known the answer, why would you ask the question? Or maybe we (or I) just need to actually hear the question and answer out loud so we can really decide whether or not it all makes sense. Sense brings comfort.

I almost want to see how far I can take a tangent like this, but seconds after hitting the publish button, I'll forget these thoughts. I can't see your reactions anyway.

I'm done for now.

AlgRoar

Emily showed me an idea for my custom pedal I'm having built by Tom Dalton of Fuzzhugger FX. Here it 'tis! I'm super stoked!!!

Deconstruct, Reconstruct

I feel awake in a new way. It's kinda like I'm still all jaded, but with a pair of balls and a lack of give a shit. I think I'm becoming who I'll always be, which is who I was several years ago. Hopefully this time it'll stick.

Listened to "Marble Tulip Juicy Tree" by Ween on the way home tonight, and it felt like I was doing something right for once. The swelling reverse delay had the effect it used to have when I'd listen to it on acid.

For the first time in way too long, I want to experience and enjoy things.

Christmas

Fuck Christmas.