READ BETWEEN THE LINES!

Seems to rain
Every time I think your name
Every time I'm driving through these hills
It's getting late

Spell it out
Give me something to write about
All the time I'm driving through these lights to you
They're turning red

I know that I just need friends
And to figure out the dose
And I know it has nothing to do with you
It never does
It never does
It never does

When it rains
You're quoting from my songs again
So I read between the lines again
These lines again
Does it ever end
It never ends

Easy
Easy
Easy on me

Easy
Easy
Easy on me now

If you like
If you can bear it
I'll keep driving down to see you
Through the hills
Through the lights
Through rain
A traffic jam

Between the lines
Between the lines
Between the lines
Between the lines
Those lines

Six, lucky Six

My throat's sore y'all.  I'm drained as fuck.  I'm on fire though...

Remember at the casinos, at the craps tables, the guys screamin', "COME on, thirty-three, C'MON twenty one, double threes, double threes, give it to me Fifty One cooooome on five an-uh-one, COME ON SIX!!!!"

I feel like I'm sitting in a palm afire...

All the drunks and gamblers and whores are lookin' down at the table and watching me spin, they're laughing and hooting and hollering and leering and sarcastically cheering along for a six and they're gonna howl with mirth if I land it and they're gonna hoot even louder if I don't.

Here I am bitches.  Get your hand off that lady's ass.  Sir, get your drink off the table before she spills.  Lady, there's lipstick on your teeth.. still there... SECURITY.

Six, bitches.  Six. 

As We Roll On...

Another rehearsal, another unbelievably happy day.  As We Roll On.  With the same cast of characters.

I've been video-happy lately.  Cuz there's been a camera around.  But I'll be back to just blogging and cartoons now... For now...

Between the Lines

Rehearsal Time:  Happiest Time:  Song:  Between the Lines

-Take 2-

CAST (in order of appearance): 

SmartPhone................................................................................BleepBleepBleep

Me.....................................mysterious back of the head, on piano and mic (obv)

AP...............................................mysterious rhythmic shadowy figure, on drums

CM...............Mysterious Maestro, (OTS), on bass, mixing board, and steadycam

My Face.

Now this is what friends are for.... I feel less bonkers already.

Oh, wow, I'm not alone....

Bloody Mary for Grownups

Okay now this is what I call seriously fucking with oneself.  I don't know I got home tonight, and like, I've been seeing this guy Brandon for a little while now... irrelevant... well.. I'll catch up about that... he's been keeping me busy... rather, I've been keeping him busy.  And waiting.  A lot.  Cuz I'm finally getting my shit together with my music.  I really am.  It's incredible.  I have a band.  They're all amazing.  I just wanna do my stuff, and it sounds so good, and one of the guys knows the owner of this place, the Bluebird Cafe, and said... he might offer us a regular spot there... Gulp. I don't know.  Fingers crossed.  It's all coming together.  But.  Anyway.  

I feel kind of tripped out tonight.  Everything, just, Brandon, asking, so many questions about me, about my past, and old relationships, and, he didn't ask if I've ever been married... of course he didn't-- and like... I was looking in the mirror, after washing my face, and I'm seeing how many lives and how many souls and how many hearts and how many just NON-HUMAN, just BASE, ELEMENTS, inhabit this creature I am... it's not just Chloe in there... it's all my, my fire, my water, my SADNESS has a SPEAR, my GREED, my MENACE, my DEMONS, my DEVILS, my SECRETS, my broken flowers, my helpless and terrified id, my capricious and engulfing lust, and these animals, and the witches... that live in me.  

I'm not on drugs, mind you. WATCH FOR YOURSELF, and tell me you can't see it too... The cat, even, she was staring at me as I was sniveling there in the mirror and then she pounced at me that wasn't me, until I said I'm sorry I'm sorry and I started crying and then she stopped but she was looking around behind the toilet and stuff for whatever it was that she had just seen...

Just watch. 

Doesn't it make nice good background ambience?  Just Like.... the ideal Screensaver?  

Relaxing?  Like a painting in a motel room?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Superhero.

I look like this.  Right now.


I play like this.  Not yet.  Not yet, no.  But.







When I think about my music... or when somebody asks... I can't call it... anything... I can't describe it... CLASSIFY.  It sounds pompous, but I don't mean this that way.  It's just... I think of myself as writing, as writing the way any of them would write.  The gods.  The greats.  I am writing symphonies.  I'm writing CLASSICAL MUSIC.  I don't know.  I'm just writing MUSIC.  That's all. 

Ludwig Van.

Currently listening to his Siete. 

Audiorgasm.

Oh, the places you'll go.

I'm antsy... I'm sort of bored... and lonely.

The town all around me is full of life and here I am in this small room, clunking away at the keys again.  Black and white and black and white and loud and soft and up and down.

I could've gone for lunch or something today with this girl Sandy I met on New Year's Eve.  She's cool.  She's got a two year-old son and she works at Rockstar Bar.

And I could've gone for dinner again with Carl Jr.

But in spite of everything I'd rather be here right now.