It's not that,,,
I may not be here for now but I am not gone for good. God ain't called yet. That album I'm sitting on is one I don't listen to every day. Still, when I do,,,
I've yet to fully settle into the new studio. Truth be told, the day job really takes a lot of energy. My dreams are still there seething away beneath my cranium, but
Most of the time, it’s not painful to visit my children’s
You can achieve anything you dream to achieve. Ninety-nine-point-ninety-nine percent of the time you will have to push that dream yourself.
Inspiration can come from anywhere at any time. It can also languish just out of reach. It might be elusive for less than a moment, or even for a lifetime. Either way, the lack of it can be excruciating.
As artists we all will eventually contemplate our “image”. How the world sees us is important. It may not be readily perceivable but the impression we make will affect how far we go with our art.
Are we supposed to be here? I can’t answer that one but I will tell you this; “We don’t belong here.”
Sadly, to me at least, the world seems to have fully embraced MP3. That’s what seems to move the most even though it pays the least. Gone forever are the days of artist making big bucks on single song sales. Unless you have a stellar song that goes viral,
That first single was the first “nail” in the coffin. The MP3 is one of the latest. I love the warmth of old analog recordings. The scratch of the needle on vinyl, and the hiss of magnetic powder on tape are part of the dynamics that make the listening experience such a sacred endeavor.
It started, I believe, a long time ago. Ok, maybe a long, long time ago. When the practice of putting out “singles” began the way things work in the music industry was forever changed.
“Failure is not an option.” What a crock that is. Do we really have a choice to succeed or fail?
In our youth we give little regard to our body’s ability to heal the damage we inflict to ourselves on a daily basis.
Not all music is a reflection of the real world but most popular music is at the least in the ball-park. Unfortunately the real world is rarely as pretty as we want it to be.
WHEN MORNING’S LESS THAN GLORIOUS
WHEN THE DAY IS LESS THAN GRAND
On the outside I’m a 47 year old man with a few physical bumps and bruises. On the inside I’m a kaleidoscope of scars
The possibilities in life are not infinite. There are not an infinite number of ways to mix and match the possibilities. We can however achieve infinity,,,
Every artist deals with the world in their own way.
It's not easy to keep up with all the things I want to do. The things I have to do always get in the way. Right now the things I have to do pay the bills. With that in mind, I have to keep doing them.
Hobbies are burdens we love to bear. They outweigh many things in our lives,
As a child growing up at 3112 South Laurent (highway 185) the world seemed like a perfect place.
What I love the most about making music is that there are no rules!
The road to originality is paved in imitation. Musicians usually start out mimicking their favorite artist
A bold splash of color, a sudden explosion of sound, or an ethereal mental dawning of a twist in reality you never expected;
Success is an adventure with many avenues to take.
Fate could care less about our vulnerabilities. The strengths we nurture within ourselves are the lines of defense that we struggle to hold thru every waking moment.
As the human race advances on its road of existence, the base of knowledge it must stand upon grows exponentially. That well of information is what
“Think about it Joe.”
What an odd thing to put on a billboard. I see the fine print down in the right hand corner. “66.6 FM Hell Radio”.
The final bars of the tune are fading away and with a little relief to me the DJ chimes in.
I was just accelerating back to speed after passing an old weathered billboard on my right. I glanced back to see if
“I cannot for the life of me remember how long I have been driving on this road.
Fans, without them artists would be virtually unknown.
The drive to succeed is a quality that is easy to underestimate.
It’s not often that I update anything in the studio
My current mental state is
Trust is priceless. It’s always pristine. There is nothing else in the world that would be a fair trade
Under the onslaught of this thing we call reality I find myself drowning in melancholy. I miss the muses
Someone once told Bob Dylan to “shut up and play!” I am no fan of my own voice for that matter
There are times when even the sweet enticing nirvana of music is not enough to pull me away from reality.
Reality in all of its annoyance can never be ignored. If it is not dealt with the consequences can be dire
A strong imagination can be a dangerous thing. It must be wielded with caution. There is a fine balance that must be maintained between dreams and reality. In dreams there are no limits. In reality, limits abound.
Sometimes inspiration hangs right in front of us. We miss it too easily because we are focused more on the big picture than the little things.
When we stumble along the road of our lives and we feel there is no one there to catch us, when we see no safe place to land, when we clench our souls tightly in preparation for the inevitable impact, they are there.
Give a guitarist a few toys and turn him loose. You never know what might happen.
We have no control over muses whatsoever. 8-25-2011
If we do not remember the past, then we are condemned to repeat it. The source eludes me right now
The act of putting yourself in somebody else’s shoes can be an inspirational endeavor.
The muses seem to have thrown the floodgates wide open again. I’m ever grateful,
INTERVIEW WITH AN IMMORTAL:
(A short story by Jose Diaz)
In the early days music was a vehicle for minds to ride off into the sunset on so to speak. Tunes were created for the pleasure of being listened to.
The lessons life teaches us are only as important as we allow them to be to us.
I awoke to the sound of soft laughter today.
I live for music. From the moment the song starts I’m on a journey. I want to hear every note.
Music is something that can be loosely interpreted in many ways. Scholars will frown on that thought
Killing the Mantis
It was a strange dream, the one last night.
Love is limitless in power. It can forge ahead as cumbersome as war, or creep along as lightly as a wafting dandelion seed.
I lost myself in her
Now the search is on
My heart and mind concur
There is nothing wrong
Sunday, June 5th was a good day to be in the studio. I had a basic arrangement track of rhythm guitar in
I look out over the vast sea of flickering lights. Some are red, or orange. Others are foot-long columns of blue with red or orange tips.
Not everything I record comes out the way I want it to. Maintaining a bit of ignorance about what sounds good or not is par for my course though.
I sometimes wonder if I run the chance of attracting the ire of muses. In this blog
Each and every day is a storm that must be weathered. We awake when we must, look back on dreams perhaps, and yesterday. We hope we will eventually return to the solitude of sleep.
The romantic heart is like a lump of coal. Any ‘collision’ can produce enough pressure and heat to turn it into a diamond. Two diamonds are far better than one but even a diamond paired with a piece of coal still shines.
The music I create is not for everyone. I’ve never entertained the idea that it would be universally accepted by the world. It’s my psyche in the raw.
I give my heart to my main muse as unconditionally as I can. Life has other ideas though. Bills have to be paid and those monetary tasks are the grains of salt that must go into the pot every month.
Life is fragile. If you let it get to you, then you may also become ‘fragile’.
You know that song that gets stuck in your head all day?
I fired up the two little whispering monsters last night.
It’s not hard to look around you and find somebody putting up a great fight against whatever life is
How do you describe a thing you created to the world at large? The muses have moved you
“The dawn of man” (to be politically correct:”The dawn of humankind”) whoever coined that hogwash of a statement never saw the real future approaching. Here was a
...One thought lingered at the periphery of my mind, wanting in. I was reluctant. I was sure that if I let it in amongst all the other ideas, brainstorms, and daydreams, I would surly loose all my physical senses. Blindness, deafness, and dumbness, would be my only tools left...And then I wondered (without perishing the thought), might I still trust my sense of taste, touch, and smell?...
Jose Diaz (just a thought)
Failure and success both come with emotional baggage. Suffering either circumstance is always optional.
Bridges, we cross many of them as we go thru life.
Artists create thanks to muses.
I think humans can only create art.
We sometimes see them coming, but not always. They usually don’t move on us in predictable ways. Problems can approach from any vector and when we discover them our personalities have ways of dealing with them, or not.
The engines of imagination are microscopic. Their gears are empty space.
Hooks grab the mind and stab deep like a lions fangs sinking in for the kill.
I never want to be accused of being ‘down to earth’. I prefer to dream of faraway places ad infinitum.
Flexing the imagination is great exercise for the mind. In my case it opens up vast playgrounds upon which anything simply thought of can be created. However, not all the energies go towards things that do not exist.
It feels good to finish that tenth album of tunes. The cover art is still in the works but I’m in no rush whatsoever. There is of course no budget to speak of and so there are no deadlines to keep and no outside stress to deal with.
I recorded an instrumental the other day and another song with vocals. They both started out as
1-26-2011 thru 1-28-2011
From 1-6-2011 to 1-25-2011. Here are several post.
Life approaches like a Bengal tiger thru the bamboo. You can clamp down on your emotions but even under control they still act like guardrails for your actions.
We bathe in the light of a new day. The embers of yesteryear waft away on melancholy breezes. We re-learn the act of balance with our first step into the unknown.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
I recently finished another piece of science fiction. Halfway thru it arthritis attacked and I am still recovering but coming along well. Aging is indeed painful.
Particles and photons from the nearby star slammed into the surface. They emanated from a little more than a safe distance away.
Our lives are ever evolving equations. They start out something like this; (I=> 0). They end up something like this; (I=< 0). We are born, we live, and then we die.
8-20-2010 I’m a fan of loud music.
8-20-2010-B I am appreciative of every muse that has ever inspired me.
8-21-2010 Life is a conglomeration of triumphs and tragedies,
8-21-2010-B Bad things happen to good people.
8-24-2010 A few months ago I attended a safety and orientation class
Lyrics tell the story straight from the artist heart.
“There is no new thing under the sun.”
And so it was a vacation to remember.
As long as the ideas are cascading from my synapses...
There are enumerable ideas on back burners in my mind.
When fantasy and reality collide they will release infinite energy.
I whirled like a dervish across the world-wide-web.
Creative lulls are the respite of artists.
Following tried and truly tested formulas is one way to produce something entertaining.
The Rocknauts (epilogue)
Generals had gathered around a small table in near darkness. Subdued glows from nearby wafted lazy shadows over every face. There were by this time very few of them left.
Here are the last three episodes of THE ROCKNAUTS!!!
The Rocknauts Part VIII
Over the next several days the Rocknauts played many different songs. Each was broadcast around the world and each was unique in its own right with a message that was conveyed with volume and conviction.
The Rocknauts Part VII
The whole world was listening in anticipation, rollicking in the ‘mood’, or waiting in fear for whatever would come next. The tension was building to a head like a coiled magnetic field. Something was about to break and every soul on earth knew it, ‘felt’ it, and either looked forward to or dreaded it.
The Rocknauts Part VI
The four stages began to rotate clockwise in a slow orderly fashion that fully belied the massive detonations that were occurring just outside of their protective shields. Several extremely massive pieces of ordinance were currently finding that shield as impenetrable as all previous fire had.
The Rocknauts Part V
There was a deafening roar from the so called ‘defenders’ of this world. Metal engines screamed along with human voices, protesting horses, ringing swords, and popping composite rotor-blades. Safety latches were releasing in a wave sweeping back from the front of the line...
The Rocknauts Part IV
Somewhere in the middle of the Sahara, four beings rested under the mid-day sun. They kept cool in their UV filtered bubbles of atmosphere and scanned the horizon by floating slowly in a circle. Just over that horizon, and in every direction, armies were gathered. The attack was inevitable, the visitors knew. They just hated to have to fight in the first place.
The Rocknauts Part III
They sat on the ground in the center of the Sea Of Tranquility, facing one another. The four of them sat cross-legged, meditating on recent events. Air-shells were swollen into one amoebic mass and they shared subdued conversation.
“Most seem to enjoy our presence.” Guitar spoke with a relaxed tone.
“Yes.” Drum added.
Bass took a deep breath, contemplating before exhaling with, “Their ‘leaders’ give in to fear and attack.”
The Rocknauts Part II
The four visitors fell into a soft lullaby-like song. The apparent ‘leader’ repeated his message several times as all four ‘flying stages’ drifted around the towns’ central square.
“Who will welcome us to this world?”
As a novice writer I’m always downplaying my proficiencies in composition. I simply focus on getting some message across and not on impressing you
I do not count the days of summer. Winter will get here eventually. The humidity will ease away and the days will shorten...
I plugged in the ‘guitfiddle’ and powered up the Crate stack. Right after I tuned up that sweet little Fender, the phone rang! (This is by no means the first time.)...
I am the proud owner of two high-powered amplifier stacks. One is a 120-watt all tube Peavey Heritage with two 12-inch speakers.
I don’t pick up a guitar every day. In that respect, I’m always longing to do so.
Each day is like a...
The summer heat in Texas can inspire in many ways...
From the outset we have been a destructive lot. Even in a vast garden full of choices...
Music is an object of my affections...
There appeared to be four small discs approaching from the east. In the distance we could see a lone humanoid standing atop each one. They came forth in a diamond formation...
As far as I am a musician, my tools of the trade are varied, and usually expensive. Guitars and amps are my mainstays and my dreams are always filled with extreme examples
Who can say that they never had dreams to become ‘something’ when they grew up?
Delusions come in many sizes. Some twinkle at the very edge of existing, while others dwarf the entire universe. There are no rules to govern...
The only thing your soul will relinquish is a lazy sigh.
From here I look back over the distance I have traveled. Many occurrences along the way have become permanently imprinted upon my psyche. They will remain there for the rest of my days as reminders of who I was,,,
The grindstone can become red hot at times. Such hypothetical radiation keeps us on our toes. Customers come at us from many different angles with many different problems and they all seem to need something as early as yesterday.
Saturday afternoon I was watching a Five Finger Death Punch DVD. I paused it in the middle of a tattoo slideshow and brought out a little amp and guitar.
There are many young people today who are finding their way into the wonderful world of music one way or another. Some have found band class in school to be the perfect learning experience while others have found a pickup situation after school more to their liking. Theirs, one and all,
Revisiting what to me is historically the birth of Legasys brings all that emotion back up and into sharp focus.
“You have the key to all your own questions in your hands.” She wrinkled her nose and brow together and looked at her hands. They were still in that prayer position. “Take a deep breath and hold it for a moment.” I watched her chest rise.
The spark of an idea can never be forced into existence. The kindling is something you have to simply acknowledge either lightly or with determination until some force within or without causes it to ignite. You can think long and hard about it or without even so much as a passing whimsicalness. The best technique to use is no technique as far as I’m concerned. That’s one sure way to insure spontaneity. You can approach being creative with anything from a concrete methodology to letting the ‘accident’ happen. It doesn’t matter how the sparks fly, just that they do.
Being schooled exceptionally well in music theory, poetry, and the ways in which song combines the two or separates them is as much a guarantee that you will find success in the music industry as a guarantee that a snowball will not melt in Hades. To be disciplined 100% in music theory can easily blind you to other ‘outside-of-the-box’ possibilities. The same can be said of any profession (but don’t ever apply that reasoning to any profession outside of the arts, except maybe computer programming or game designing which to me anyway, are art forms). Having never attended college myself, (“You dare say!” I feel the fingers pointing down at me!) in no way means I have any disdain for those who have. Education was simply a luxury I could not afford to extend. With that said any artist, worth their mettle, that can cram for exams and ace the test, will, when it comes to creating new original music, use far more of their knowledge to create that music than just their music theorems.
I regard musical theory with respect but have no formal training. When I notice I might need to study a particular part of it, I will open one of many books or magazines I have on the subject and glean whatever I can for my particular need. I can’t read music nor can I write it on the staff. I can however learn a piece from guitar tablature. In any case, most of the songs I learned from that medium I soon found myself making personalized changes to the arrangement of. In my self-imposed ignorance I rely on my heart, mind, and gut instinct to tell me what something should sound like. Right or wrong, I do indeed take pride in the fun that I have.
Having no knowledge of music theory does not necessarily mean that you cannot or will not be able to create music. Not being able to ‘carry a tune’ doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance to succeed. There are some genres of music that exclude all theory and simply flow at will or within some form of structure wholly unrelated to music. These forms are music simply because, either their creators say it is, or dedicated fans do. That stuff is far off the beaten path but still, I have found a few gems there. I will elaborate here however, that I am certainly not talking about Hip-Hop or Rap. Those two forms are ‘music’, they are ‘art’. So are Metal, funk, soul, blues, jazz, and any other ‘genre’. You can fuse any of them together in any way imaginable and it will still be art and music to me.
Music sans-theory can be as simple as a silently panning scene in a movie. The images that you are presented with occur at the directors whims and are filmed under his guidance and edited to evoke your reaction. You might find quite a few of these at the beginnings of films. The other side of that coin of silent scenery might have a few sparse sounds. A breeze might rustle leaves, a hummingbird might flit by, or a dog might bark unseen in the distance. Some of the best examples can be found in anime. Granted there are many opening shots with the full fanfare of musical score, to limit yourself to those is to limit your own knowledge of emotional possibilities. Think about this question; how many times have you heard music in your head as you watch such a silently played scene? You are not insane. You are musical. I hope you hold that thought all day and apply it liberally in as many situations as possible. There are o exceptions, t the ‘muse’.