gear is in
it’s a gift from the aaron of the past. dude, don’t forget to wind your watch!
06.19.09
wrote a new tune effortlessly, in a day, just guitar, by accident. quick flow is the mark of a track that usually vastly outshines those ones that you labored over for months. awesome now, infuriating later. so it goes. things are quiet. good to have a break from rigaer. the contents of my studio & apartment are now in port & part of me wants it to sink to the bottom of the harbor. what was in those boxes? i have no idea, and i don’t miss any of it. reveling in the simplicity of just guitar. no computer, no plugins, no blinkenlights. this is all you get – six strings and ten fingers – do it. i’m beyond terrible at guitar but the firebird accepts and gives – it reveals more depth when you give more. room to grow. lovely instrument. good tools and you only cry once
06.18.09
checked in with old friends last week. they are elbows deep in middle american misery. isolation, shame & sugar cycles. i tried to avoid that by moving to europe, and it worked… thing i realized is that great american art & music walks hand in hand with that misery, as does the simple cozy euro life bundle so well with entitlement and artistic stagnation. so i’m back in massachusetts, gambling. this country is ready to eat us alive, but fuck it… you don’t need to suffer. that’s not it. it’s about depth, distance, light and dark, pretty things & all the dirt that goes along with this motherfucker … don’t forget the struggle, don’t forget the streets, don’t sell out
06.16.09