Here at The Poundry we have spent a fair amount of time and energy being critical of the way vocalists affect music. Not all music is interesting enough to carry its own weight without a singer guiding you through the journey. Actually, most of what pop culture cranks out is intentionally vapid and pointless and requires a 'face' to make it stand out from everything else in the cesspool of unimaginative offerings. That's just marketing for money. Music written with big paychecks in mind will always find fans. I don't have a problem with get rich quick schemes, generally speaking, if there are ways to avoid them. Until government forces us to listen to the bands that can afford to buy lobbyists there is still a way out for people who want the real thing. As a music and art snob myself, I only wish that more emphasis was put on people finding out how creative they really could be were they not so attracted to dollar signs. Music is a business though, so it will never be totally pure. And let's be honest... it's not as if everyone can be follow their vision to a pot of gold. I can't walk out of my front door and expect food to fall into my mouth simply because I play in two bands that a handful of people find curious. But hey, if any of you want to find a perch in the trees outside our lovely home and try to toss a meal at me I am not too proud to gobble it up! For what it's worth I'm vegetarian and prefer Mexican and Indian food. When huevos rancheros and samosas start falling from the sky the moment I step out of the house I'll know I've finally made it in life.
Apr 2, 2015
Well, well, well... I was abducted by aliens for roughly three months but I have returned, happy to see that planet Earth remains intact despite my abductors' claims of total annihilation. Granted there were plenty of people and institutions whose utter decimation I was indifferent to even in my saintliest moments, but all in all I am happy to see that the world remains mostly unchanged in the three months since my last post. Monica is still gorgeous and loves me, the dogs are still the sweetest critters on earth and the cats still vomit and pee on everything. Yep, life shuffles along as it always has. Good, I wasn't in any mood for upheaval anyway.
Dec 31, 2014
Here we are at the end of another year, looking back at all of the things that happened to us, and ahead to all of the things we want to happen next year. All in all 2014 was pretty good to me and Monica. We have our health and we have each other. The older I get, the more I realize those are the two most important things to me. Everything else is just fluff. Fun fluff, but still just that... fluff. I will be remembered for the way I play drums by those who don't know me. Let's call that "fluff with flair". Hopefully those who do know me will miss me for other reasons after I'm gone. Maybe I'll be the one to outlive everyone I know, in which case I'll spend a lot of time in my twilight years thinking about all of the fluff while I go mad in my old age. I remember when forty seven seemed like old age to me, so maybe I'm already mad. Will my mid-life crisis hit me next year? Will Monica wake up one day to a 1972 Corvette Stingray in the driveway with a college freshman waiting for me in the passenger seat? Nah, I don't have the time, money, energy or interest for any of that. Great, we have proved that I'm not mad. Not yet, anyway. Hmm... what color would the Corvette be?