Yes, even if we

break up,
we'll never be broken apart.

Why I am boycotting the Santa Monica Blue Bus.

I can promise you, I am usually somebody who goes out of my way to avoid trouble. Many times I don't complain when I could. But today I nearly lost it on the bus.
The arrogance of the drivers of the Santa Monica Blue Bus is out of control. Is it impossible for them to get fired? If you behaved the way this driver behaved to me anywhere else she would be out of a job. I asked her how much it would be for a transfer. She said, "50 cents." So I put in 6 quarters. That's one dollar for the regular fare, then 50 cents for the transfer. She must not have noticed that I put in a dollar 50 into the slot. She said, "you need to put in 50 cents." Was she joking? "But I just put in a dollar 50." She repeated herself robotically. "You need to put in 50 cents." She refused to give me a transfer. Honestly, I don't know if she doesn't like dudes, doesn't like dudes in leather jackets, doesn't like white dudes, or what her problem was. But she would not let up. I called and complained. I also emailed them that if I don't get a formal apology I will take legal action. Guess what? My grandparents didn't survive the holocaust so that I could smile at people that want to discriminate against me.

This city doesn't deserve me.

album title

run on sentences

won't stop me from dreaming

Don't say she's too high you see
that's worse then goodbye to me
when you got what you want was it
ever enough
the world
is still yearning
we'll always be scheming
forever falling short
but that
won't stop me from dreaming
please say how do you do
because we're never so much better
then skin
this hook is a sin
the further into the sky you get
it gets too hard to forget
but i have a lifetime of need
to sustain
me.
all these webs that their weaving
kept you back from believing in yourself
you thought you had to put your life
in hands of someone else
life is a
game
we are all tag teaming
and i'm not in the club
it doen't stop me from dreaming.

zakarah and ocean, time of day, sit in the silence, give, brother older

Sinead O'Connor live at the El Rey . 2/21/12

So, I went to see Sinead O'Connor the other night at the El Rey. It was her second night, and not having gone the night before I would have kicked myself for not going. My lack of funds being what it is I don't go to shows very often lately. But my pal Tony got me a ticket for 20 bucks and I had to go. She doesn't come around that often. Last time I saw her was in Dublin at Vicar Street in October 02. Still thinking back to her version of the old Irish Standards "Paddy's Lament" and "Molly Malone" gives me chills.
There is something about that voice. She is like a relic of purity- a timeless eternal expression of humanity. I feel there is something ageless about her. She will still be punk rock in 20 more years, I'm sure.
I, like many, enjoy hearing many of her standards, "Last days of our Acquaintance," for instance strikes a chord deep within me and always makes me think of that certain person who is no longer in my life. "Three Babies," "Emperor's new clothes," always great to hear those songs, all of which she played. "Stretched at your grave" was especially stirring after a dedication to the late Whitney Houston. But the thing about Sinead is that I never tire hearing the new material. Her new album is as important as "Nevermind" was in '92, which blasted through the tripe of hair metal, giving a home to the angry musings of a lost generation raging against the plastic emotions of a superficial era.
She has not gone away quiet into the night. She is still ripping up the Pope, MTV, and supporters of those institutions. In her song "What is a real VIP?" she protests the current love of bling, questioning the importance of material success, stating that "a face that never was nor will be kissed" is the real VIP, not those modern demigods who can't help their "sisters or brothers." If you read out the lyrics on paper you may be reminded of Bob Dylan's "Gates of Eden" or many other such diatribes against our modern society.
Her song "4th and Vine" is a rocking little number about dressing up for her lover, and going to put eyeliner on, going down to the church to marry her man. It's positive, optimistic, and lusty. A side of Sinead I always like to see. She wrapped up the set with an acapella prayer inspired by Irish Monks and left a cheering crowd wanting more. I don't expect more live shows from her for a while so will have to settle for the new album, which has a lot of great new gems.

My Anti- marketing campaign.

So........
in this age of Spam, and random invites on facebook, etc. It's time to think about a new paradigm in the realm of marketing. One that puts your "product," whether it's music, movies, personal use bric a brac, etc., out there in a guerilla, yet mysterious fashion. What if you had a CD that was wrapped in red tape, with warning labels, etc. "Don't go to the following website" is bound to get people more curious then you spamming them with pleas. Selling CDs for ridiculous amounts and putting the label prada on it as a joke, i don't know. I don't exactly have the ideas yet just the germination of a new idea.

Why

why does the love we want more than anything else in the world frequently feel so unattainable?

REDUB

My band is called Redub Orchestra. What the word redub means to me, is a constant reminder that whenever I play a song, to try to play it better then I played it last time. To never take playing music for granted. The orchestra part is because i imagine something vast and surreal.

I wasn't eavesdropping
you were talking too loud
and i'm tell you simply
that your mother is proud
you did what you needed
and you showed them the way
ignored what was heeded
chastised what was safe.

What if.........

We start just pretending that things are perfect?