11/05/07

"Because people who have no hopes are easy to control, and whoever has the control... has the power! ..."

I can't believe it's November already. Every year after your twenty-one feels like a week... Even though every second working a retail job feels like a year so it really balances off.

Me and the band have decided to go our separate ways for a little while. There's no reason to go into details. It's not like we were Bon Jovi to begin with. Bands break up left and right anyhow. There's two million bands in America now... It's like the great depression era for bands... Six million people waiting in the bread line with guitars hoping for a little bit of the crumbs that fall off the table.

I will be releasing my own acoustic album next month. The idea behind it was writing songs as if tomorrow was the last day and I had to get them off my chest. Writing what I wanted to say instead of what I felt people wanted to hear from me. If you read between the lines on this album you will find alot of honesty even though I sprinkle some video game and relationship songs here and there to make up for it.

I'm anything but burnt out from creating. I understand since I'm not doing the Borat or Tenacious D thing I won't be landing any big money contracts soon, but I'm really happy I get to say what I get to say in my own little way about the movie around me. It's a material world and the kids just need titty jokes not observations on getting by. I'm really enjoying eating at restaurants and as long as I get that twice a week I'll put my vote in for air.

That's not a hard sell either. Sure work is work, but slaves use to have to stack pyramids stones for 20 hours a day... All I have to do is deal with shitty customers who care more for clothing than being the best they can be in the moment. I enjoy when I get to create. The best move I made last year was learning how to read in my bedroom for four hours a night... When I'm alone with my thoughts I realize how little of myself I really do project in public settings.

I use to get all sore and bummed out in my bedroom, but now I love how much I create... If you change the name of your bedroom from bedroom to THE FUCKING FANTASTIC IDEA LAB... It might help. I'm thinking about dropping four solo albums, and 40 youtube videos a year from the lab. And man I love Fig Newmans. I hope my cell is this pretty in heaven.