i’m lying in bed, typing this on my phone. to think that one day it would come to this. blogging on your phone. neither existed only…(checking wikipedia, fuck SOPA)…150 years ago.
150 years and we have phones and blogging and barely any paper. spent almost 20 minutes looking for a piece today. this world is so bizarre.
this is my home. been hanging here for a week or so, writing, playing some dungeons and dragons. got a pretty sweet desert campaign goin on. trying to keep the morale up, what with the cold. been working with a full band too.
it’s been good playing with the full band, and i’m looking forward to the two shows we’re playing with them this weekend. our first show at the come back was actually pretty fun. i haven’t played a bar show in a while. the rules are way different, and the room came alive. especially our incredible roommate derek – there was a lot of the room in him.
before the show he lost his job, so later he got drunk, walked home, and told us the story of the French-Indian war. needless to say, i love him lots.
we’re very excited to go to new york. i finished some new songs, so we spent a couple of days in the studio laying down demos of them. the new studio is very nice. it has things in it.
that’s amp mountain. it’s made of amps. i didn’t use any for the demos, just kinda looked at them. i play the gentle guitar. here’s a very important picture from any studio: knobs.
knobs are so great. they turn and then they can also turn the other way. our permaproducer dan mcmahon fuckin turns them so good. when i sing bad, he just turns them and boom, everything’s better.
alright…i’m falling asleep. before i go, here’s the lyrics to a song i wrote a few weeks ago about not being able to sleep because you’re thinking about death, or you have what i call, a case of “death head.” it actually is really upbeat sounding, i promise. see you guys soon. <3
DEATH HEAD
maybe there’s nothing from
to hide
with my baby by my side
my baby by my side
but lately he sleeps with us
at night
with his scythe inside my mind
his scythe inside my mind
and he don’t want my money, no
he don’t want my money, no
he don’t want my money, no
she says “it’s nothin,
go to bed.”
but there’s no sleeping with death head
no sleeping with death head
cause he tells ya who he’s met
and when he’s through
say’s “i’ll see you when i do,
yeah, i’ll see you when i do.”
and he don’t want my money, no
he don’t want my money, no
he don’t want my money, no
