Commandment III: Get Yourself an Office

Everyone needs a workspace.  Not everyone has the money.

How to get an office in Nashville for no money and free perks: 

Clearly what I mean here is some privacy and internet.  I tried the library at first but there was something sterile and depressing about it... And I couldn't go on certain websites.  No I don't mean porn.  Who would look at porn in a library.

Now I've found it.  A dully named and service-light but ambience-heavy coffeeshop, with filthy coffee, and cute servers that never charge me for coffee anymore.  I get to sit here and enjoy the free wi-fi and the free coffee for hours and I am nothing but welcome.  I could sit here all day.  I could never leave.

Swear by it; live by it; get your work done. 

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

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. 

Commandment II: Push. (a.k.a. Pushy Girls)

Nobody likes 'em.

Trouble is, nobody likes to work with 'em either.  Or work period, really.  Especially with girls.  They wanna just hang out with 'em. 

So henceforth, if you are a girl, who likes to work, and wants to get things done, you're gonna have to be a little pushy, and ergo, you're gonna have to get used to not being liked once or twice in a while.