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I’m sitting on black hand-me-down leather couch that was gifted to me by the charitable and as of late, elusive Pamela Milo. It’s almost 11pm on a cold late-Fall night and I have to go to work tomorrow. Johnny Cash’s “Folsom Prison Blues” is meandering like a faux-outlaw beneath this window in iTunes. I just got off the horn with Red Rocks, the girl who works at the saloon, not the saloon itself. Though as I’m ruminating, I wish I had good enough reason to speak with the whole establishment - let them know what a fine job they’re doing. She just split up with her man of 2 years and has been languishing with having cathected so much time just to be called names in the end. Hardly seems fair. I’m writing a song on a junker of a guitar made by Yamaha gifted to me by Utah - the protoge, not the salty state. If it were the state though, I’d tell them that the Mormons I befriended in Italy were pleasant if not a bit pushy. We made pancakes and talked like dilletante philosophers; theologians - there’s really no difference. The song is called ‘Slow to Pass’ but that will probably change before it’s done. That I can only play basic chords and melodies hampers me from writing the song I want. But I just saw “Walk the Line” and now that “Cry, Cry, Cry” is playing I figure I could still write a song that’s worth a damn.

One of the two bands I am currently a part of has been working on original material for a couple of weeks now; some old Gremmie songs too at the permission of Goof of course. Sad J, a favorite of mine, was recorded last night. The mix is rough and parts of the song are still being worked out but it came together fairly well. The file below is a greMP3; essentially an MP3 that had to be renamed due to limitations of my web host provider. It playes in iTunes and Windows Media Player.

Click here for the rough mix of Sad J.

Some rumblings from Gremmie HQ. According to discreet conversations and Cloak & Dagger-esque tactics, I have uncovered details on what next year will look like. The picture below succinctly details the account. The gFund will inevitably swell. Much will be spent on coconuts and silly costumes in an effort to mimic the horse trotters of Monty Python fame.

For those who have never heard the slightly more obscure Dave Matthews song Halloween, you’re missing out. A stark departure from the neo-hippie dreck the band usually resigns itself to, Halloween is an angry track directed at a former love unwilling to commit. It also happens to be my favorite song by the DMB. Halloween is a fun time of year. And while I can’t recall what I did last Halloween, I will probably never forget this year. The picture below should suffice to indicate who I dressed up as.

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