Okay, well, I just got back from the studio with andy. Man are there some cool sounds in those
machines. I think andy put it best when
he said “Man, it could never get boring!!”
There are sounds on that synthesizer that if you just randomly hit any
keys at any times, it sounds terrific.
There was one time that andy was really into his part and it sounded
great, but I realized it didn’t matter what keys I hit as long as I hit some
keys with some relative constancy. So I
turned around and said “look andy, I’m playing with my butt!!!” Oh, it was extremely juvinile, but we really
captured that feeling of being kids that seems to get lost sometimes along the
way. Of really letting it all hang out
and being a complete and total goof. So
much fun to be had when you can forget about judging yourself or worrying about
the person you’re with judging you.
Andy’s great like that.
Actually, all of my friends are great like that. I’m really lucky to have such a wonderful
group of people in my life. You guys are
all the BEST!!!
And I never even needed anything to wait for.
It’s really amazing what people can accomplish when they set their
minds to it. I just listened to some of
the best music I’ve ever heard. First
was spike Jones which is like 40’s music on crack mixed with acid or mushrooms
or ketamine or some bouquet of psychotropics.
Brilliant stuff. Then there was
SuperNat, which is a CD of some of the
most amazing freestyling hip hop
that I could possibly imagine. I kept
thinking “how do I learn how to do this?”
do you just have to be brilliant, or can you just set your mind to it
and practice. It’s like any art
form. How do you figure it all
out? How do you cross that line from
just futzing around, doing what you know how to do, making shit up… to being so
freakin brilliant!!!
If andy gives me mp3’s of the stuff, I post em on here
somewhere. You gotta hear this. And me…
Well, as for me – I’m off to dreamland, where I can make music just by
imagining it and I can be chasing or chased or loving or hating or scared or
ecstatic. It’s pretty cool the way my
dreams have become more and more fun, the more I’ve let go of things that I’m
afraid of or embarrassed of. Not that
I’m anywhere near “there”, but I can definitely go further in dreams than I
ever used to be able to. And to sort of
always have that knowledge in there that no matter how realistic and scary it
seems, I know it’ll be alright. It
always has been. It always will
be. Kind of like life. Well, existence. It works out. It’s never
failed me yet. I’ve never stopped, to the
best of my knowledge. Maybe I have, but
just have no way of being aware of it because I wasn’t around to see it. Maybe I really started existing millions of
years ago, but then one day got real worried and was like “Oh shit, what if I
just stop existing - *poof* -out- just like that. No more me.” And then it
happened. Just like that.
Ceased. Stopped. Gone.
And then one day two strands of DNA and the little thought of me popped
itself back into that great infinite mind that encompasses space and time and
*poof* there I was again. And to me
there’s never been a time when I haven’t been.
I’ve always been the main character. You know, the hero. And
the hero never dies, right? I remember
my mom and I used to watch star trek together, and my mom would be like, “They
always beam down with 3 or 4 of the main characters and then one person you’ve
never seen before. You always know that
that’s the one who’s gonna get killed.”
And indeed, that’s exactly what happened.
Case Closed!
Love,
Bob
