My dad, like he always does, came in out of nowhere and is in his camper en route to the Appalachian trail in the morning. While he was here he stopped by 322, whipped out his congas and we recorded.
The whole pickareason concept and title came about during a season of questioning of faith; questions such as If God loves us so much, why doesn't he answer prayer or if we are children of God and He is our heavenly father, why can't we ever seem to get what we want (when we want it). It was then I realized there was so much anger and resentment directed upward. It is now that I realize if I want His promises I have to release control (as if) over my earthly life and follow him. If I am so determined to have what I want on Earth; then it's all on me; I can't look to Him for help on my agenda.
The truth is that was probably a waste of time to type and read. It's all precisely random. Enjoy.
While most of Atlanta was going to the Inman Park to enjoy the rainy festivities; I relished the opportunity to go to 322 and let it out. Still more to let out but onlineluvrs will suffice for now.
It's the story of being really falling for a person or idea online; an shared experience nowadays, yet still a very unique and personal one. In vocode, the hero actually gets to finally get to see you now. In fact it's a mutual experience since, we finally get to see each other now. Enjoy.
Apparently I'm not big on sharing; apparently the internal standards commission has regulated a longer than desired season of solitude. This has pushed me into a direction, musically, that I may have otherwise just brushed. Would I rather have daily two piece poly suite? Of course, but for now I must (and now admittedly) crack the door and let lo-fi/suspense-wave at its best enter your mind,live and direct from 322 in Edgewood to you.
This is a song about today's event's (today was national record store day). My benz, after weeks in and out of the shop finally ran in it's graceful manner and I met up with Brad from AL in L5P. Good times.
my short time here is a collection of jams composed mid summer 2010, its introspective and pretty personal. They speak to you, all you have to do is listen.
Not sure why this is seeing the light of day, it's got some goodness but it's really circa 2008 for this blog. In fact if I was a liar, I'd say this was recorded back then but it wasn't. You may like it. Let me know. Thanks.
As the first release from the my short time hereseries of recorded musing, sideoftheroad delivers a punch. It's got a strong left hook and has clearly taken a beating from the almighty.
This is a song of illumination. We're alone. I believe there is a God and we are mostly likely accountable to him but he is definitely not accountable or available to us in our times of need. No one is there to help you but you. If you cannot turn you're life then you know what you must do. It will be innate knowledge. If you can turn your life around, then good for you. You can thank the Lord if you want to, that won't hurt, but know that it did not/will not make a difference. Jesus helping humans in today's world is the lottery - you just can't count on it.
My benz has been displaying an issue; some sort of fuel delivery thing; It's been taking me 3hrs to get home. I live 5 miles from the office. It's created a massive wall of anxiety, and anxiety without release leads me to the focus on self-annihilation; I'm just wired that way.
However, I do get by with a little help from my friends. @timmyburns to the rescue; and I found myself at 529 with the flock of pretension, not fitting in and loving it.
This track demonstrates a tap or inspiration found the possibilities and focus of such possibilities, and finding a sense of honor in withdrawing and knowing its not yet time.