A late Tuesday night SRSS blog... the calm before the storm... just like the old days... this blog must be about change he announces to himself, as he tries to log in for two fucking hours... boys will be boys and men will be men, and it can be hard to describe when you don't really have it... like another broken soul at the end of the road... bed time in the city of fallen heroes.
For the record i was quoting, in part, the Roadbed song "with a damaged hand", because my brain was filled with rage after trying in vain to log into this here blog... after all of those thoughts i had today about stepping back into the domain i flew from. Why didn't i just quit and enjoy my holidays and let it slide? Cause that ain't my style of course... it's like playing hockey and not fore checking... absolutely unacceptable! If you are going to do something then overdue it... it's the only real sign of character left in this rusting carcass we call "the music industry". I, of course operate outside of the music industry... I don't think they like my kind, but i don't mind, i don't like them either... Rodney wrote that one... it was a line in a song called Margaretta ville... that never got recorded.
So how am I? Well shit i did no show last week to carve up, so i guess i have to talk about something... Super Steve will be @ the Super Robertson Supper show and i sure don't wand to take heat for some lame ass "mail it in blog"... we need to get to the root of the super robertson being, as i sit in Mike's house knowing full well there is a very well stocked wine cellar down under lock and key... we just need to find the key. A key will get you in, it's key what you give, through a need to please, honesty is the seed... live life with the heart of a lover, stand tall and you shall hover... hot damn did i just quote another obscure song... was it "the key of 5"... i think it was. Never be afraid to shill your wares... that's what it is about... it's just that they don't like my kind.
So when i play the Super Robertson Supper Show tomorrow it will be the first time i have played live since the last SRSS. Even with the insane concept that i have the ability to work in the USA, which of course is a major boon to the "aspiring artist", i have not tried to seek such a thing. Actually seeing that in writing jarred me a bit... opportunities are everything in life... you got to get what you can while you can. I guess i just quoted "Never wanted to be anyone", to keep the theme rolling. the thing is, with this whole thing, comes down to personal happiness. I live in a new town now, people call me mark we talk about our lives and our successes and our struggles, and none of them are music or band related, and that's a good thing... well i guess Brian and i have a few chats of the comedy of that, and there is the Los Neighbourtones block party and its email thread... when there is comedy you have to laugh. But on a more serious note, the act of trying to push original compositions into the machine of commerce to satisfy a dream can really cost a man a lot of sleep... you are going upstream if you know what i mean. In a world where people post images that quote things akin to "don't judge a book by it's cover" but yet only have "time" to look at the cover and pretend they read it... we are all the same like grains of sand on a beach striving to be special, trying to make a difference.
I am a supremely blessed person... my life is incredible, i know very few people that have everything i have... and i just keep getting more... it is bizarre... so to try and get something, that i already have, to do something that nobody really wants me to do, leaves me with a window for unhappiness... a chance to get in touch with my inner failure. Music gives me so much all the time, so to try and turn tricks with it, just creates problems for the mind, and general well being of our hero. Who knows, i have been know to flip on this issue from time to time, and that's OK, It's not like i am some politician promising accountability and openness, and then once elected i declare martial law on the citizens who elected me... i am just a songwriter trying to entertain and perhaps enlighten.
That said, i am kind of looking forward to playing the Super Robertson Supper show tomorrow, or i guess today if you want to get all factual. It's kind of like a gathering of old friends, doing the thing we use to do, but this time with banjo for a bit. The band is looking very full, Shawn Killaly on drums which makes it worth while immediately, Genny Trigo singing for a bit, Willingdon Black and Christopher Johnson on guitars, Jason Jones on piano, Jan Toren and Perhaps Johnny Wildkat on bass, and then there is the chance of a couple of Roadbed numbers... shit by all accounts we might even go late and cut into the Legion of Flying Monkies Horn Orchestra set going on after the show... irony alert!
Should you come? You need to answer that one for yourself.
