I plugged my e-drums up to the Waldorf Attack.  Oh yes.  Few, if any, of you know what that means.  It means I can now hit pads and make really weird noises.  Time for some Philthy Industrial.  It's been awhile.

In short... my life will not be the same.  I likes makin' noise.

     There's a lot of bullshit about.  A lot of people callin' you a dumbass or feedin' you a line.  After what they want... either way.  I can respect that, I suppose.  I'm kinda in the same place.  But dammit... I'm lucky to know some people that are really brilliant musicians and truly, morally, above that.  And what will make it difficult for you to understand this is... most of my current friends don't know Joey and barely know Kevin.  But those are the two that have been blowing my mind tonight. 
     I've been listening to this cd they have done... but for one track.  They did this whole thing while living in two different towns.  I am lucky enough to play on three or four songs... which is why I have the unfinished product.  Everyone in this town would probably tell me it's confusing.  The style is all over the map.  But do you know what is brilliant about it?
     It reminds me why music is fun.  Every... time... I... hear... it.  It makes me goddamned dance.  And no matter what you say you're trying to do with your music... that's brilliant.
     Cheers to Kevin across town.  And cheers to Joey back home. 
     That's what it's... all about.

     I had the dream last night.  Or I suppose it's more accurate to say this morning.  It had a huge cast... and consisted entirely of conversations.  Mostly at tables in restaurants and standing in groups at parties.  A dream can always lay it on the line and let you know what's really going on in the convoluted mess of your head.  Thus it's a love/hate relationship I have with dreams.
     All I know now is that I'm depressed, and I have music ideas to keep me busy for a month.  Woo hoo.  Where's my little flag.  To wave around.
     Yay...

The place caught me by surprise... I gotta admit.  To those of you in bands that haven't played there... go play the Dead Horse in San Angelo.  It's a fuckin blast.

     Well... my teaching days are almost over.  I know a lot fo you have medical field connections in Austin so... keep an eye out for me.

     I have two concerns:

 

1.   That I'll be over-qualified for a lot of positions.  Why hire the guy with 14 years experience and certifications out the wazoo when you can hire another tech for less, ya know?  So... kinda hoping to find something where I'm training or supervising other techs.  I can IV certify people, and that would be a big help to hospitals and such.  I'll do whatever pays the bills and buys the booze and guitars though. 

2.  The hours I need.  I'm sure all of you know how important my musical exploits are to me.  I have too much going on with bands to just take days off all the time, so I have to find something where I can reliably be off Wed - Sat by 9:00 PM at the latest.  This knocks me out of the usual PM hospital shift (3 to 11) and the normal graveyard shift (11 - 7).  Suck.

So... any of you people with medical connections, ask around for me if ya don't mind.  Tell them I'm good, and nice, and love jesus, and bake cookies, and help little old ladies accross the street, and am just fantazariffic.  We just won't mention the rock-n-roll, drinking, and being a ho for a bit, eh?

Thanks

Philthy

 

 

     Good night.  Played some banjo.  Told everybody under the sun that I love them.  Meant it every time... just wouldn't usually say it.  Texted about six people over an argument about the exact definition of the word :"chode".  Wrote part of a song that shall be entitled "Cooter In My Face".  Sang it for many people that didn't care.  Yes... it's a catchy pop hit.  Checked out cute girls' dresses.  And... in case you didn't guess... managed to stay totally trashed from 3:00 PM to 3:00 AM. 
     All in all...?  SCORE!  I will try and top it tomorrow. 

     I've noted that i keep hearing the following phrase.  "I hate myspace!  Ah!  It's all losers and drama!  Why would you waste time with that crap?"

     Ummm... not preaching here.  Do what you feel, ya know?  But... isn't myspace just a way to keep in touch with people and interact?  Like... a really handy thing when you need to let 200 people know you have a show with one message?  A cool way to invite many friends to a party with one click?  What's to hate about that?

     Let's look within here.  Yes... it's becoming clearer.  Maybe... maybe you don't hate myspace.  Maybe... you hate your friends?  Hrmn.  That would explain a lot. 

     Myspace didn't send you that "Oh... my GOD!!  What a BITCH!" email.  Myspace didn't post that comment that made your fiance' suspect you were gettin' a little action on the side.  Myspace did not tell Suzy to tell Amy what you said about her dress at that party that Donna was at so now she told Charlotte... so the whole WORLD knows and it's SO embrarassing!  O... M... G... you could just DIE!

     Just my opinion... but the problem doesn't seem to be myspace.  Just a puttin' that out there.  :-)

    

     With all the change that's taken place.  With all the change coming.  With all the exciting news.  With all the things to be done.  At a time when every heartbeat brings with it new joys and new puzzles.  Why is my mind walking those paths?  Why do those songs play in my head once again?  Are these memories vision or a viper?  Why does memory have free license to run unchecked through the fields of the heart and play havoc with the delicate balance of emotions?
     Questions with no answers.  Dreams with no meaning.  An aberration in the developing pattern.  Nothing more.

     The short version:  Facebook?  Fuck you.  Done.

      The long version rife with bitching:

     So... I was looking up an old buddy from highschool tonight.  Found 'em on Facebook.  So I think "Okay.  I'll sign up and say hi."  No problem, right?  Of course it's late and I'm not paying attention.  So what do I do?  I think I'm putting in my valid email... and I import and invite my entire address book to Facebook.  Joy.  I don't send those mass invite things.  Not my style.  Grrrr...
     Wanna make it better?  I have had that email address since 1995.  Oh yes... many people in that address book I haven't even spoken to in years.  Many I'd just as soon not speak to.  Many, many... that I have no idea who they are anymore.  Whoah, Nelly!  This is gonna be a blast.  Can ya smell my sarcasm?  it's reekin'.
     I'm talking family members, ex-girlfriends, old friend's ex-girlfriends, past co-workers, girls I met at a bar years ago and emailed twice... they all just got a happy how-do-ya-do from me.  I am going to have to converse with some of these people. 
     It's a good thing I'm out of liquor right now.

     And so I've found myself listening to my favorite musical discovery of this year again tonight.  And I must reiterate:  The Wombats absolutely kick ass.  I know they're not rockin' enough for many of my friends.  I realize they're not experimental enough for others.  But there's something to be said for good, simple, catchy songs performed with energy.  That's a rarity these days.  Or maybe it's that two of my fav bands of all time (The Cure and The Beatles) are such obvious influences on them. 
      Regardless... Let's Dance to Joy Division, Lost In the Post, and Kill the Director in particular are stand out tracks that make me smile whenever I hear 'em.  As a matter of fact... Let's Dance to Joy Division maketh my booty to shake involuntarily.  Makes me wish I had that kind of band.  Then I must remind myself yet again... "Phil!  You cannot have EVERY kind of band.  Just groove to the music and enjoy it."