Kick a Buck

            I was back in the studio yesterday. I recorded vocals on a new track called I’ve Come Upon Hard Times, it’s a song about a dense billionaire. Yes, billionaire’s can be unintelligent. I can’t think of anything more asinine then dying with a billion dollars in the bank, on the other hand, think of the work it would take to get rid of it. A billion dollars goes along way, and to think that there are people in the world with billions of dollars. Steve Jobs was a billionaire. Did he give any away, more then likely he did. Did he take any with him, that’s a for sure no. It’s tragic when you think about it. Think of the good that could be done. But no, people want to save it for a rainy day. I can understand saving some just in case. It makes perfect sense, but at what point does prudence turn into recklessness and irresponsibility. Somewhere along the line it does. I say, kick a buck.

The Heat

I’ve been asked to join another cover band. That makes two. Everybody needs a bass player. I can use the extra scratch to put into my original project. As long as I’m playing music or doing something artistic as a means to support myself, it’s all right with me.

The only problem is, I have to learn forty or fifty songs. Its time consuming and my original project is what's important to me. I’ve always had the dilemma of maintaining my focus.  I’m writing a book. I’m writing songs, and now I’m in three bands. All I need is a baby to really turn up the heat.

Moby Dick

            I’ve given up on reading Moby Dick. I’ve been trying to read it now off and on for over a year.  I know it’s a classic, and that there are many people who revere the book, but frankly, I found it structurally inferior, and much of it’s content unnecessary, in a nut shell, it was over written. The fact that it’s a classic is mystifying. We must’ve really needed a classic at that point in American history, either that or people are afraid of speaking poorly about it for fear of rebuking the accepted norm. I think somebody at Harvard, or one those leafy green schools said it was a classic and “presto” we had ourselves a classic. I found the first hundred pages or so very interesting, but after that I couldn’t take the meandering anymore. If Melville had just told the story and left out the poetics, I think it would’ve been a better book. And that’s coming from the mind of a poet.