Peculiar. Odd. Strange.
Where to start? Big events shed a light on the routine, a new or stronger light perhaps. The daily bubble eating you up like a lollipop and all thoughts consumed by the humdrum. Old pictures serve a magical purpose, when arranged correctly they can drill insight and appreciation directly into the cement lodged between your ears. The passage of time, the accurate recollection of events, the hope for growth as you examine your life in hindsight. These are all things that surface along with familiar but forgotten sensations.
Sometimes the clock ticks exactly in the manner we have grown accustomed to perceive its ceaseless movement. A year feels like a year thus making each day accurately and evenly proportionate. This is rarely the case in actuality for we have a separate clock of our own, one wound very erratically. This marker of time seems more concerned with what we secretely long for than with any real representation of time. Of course this is no major revelation to anyone with any hint of an active conscience but I cannot help to be left dumbfounded when it manifests itself before my own.
A giant block of thoughts is floating in front of me, it is hard to ignore for it is gargantuan in nature. A fountain of ideas revolving ahead yet it is not within my grasp. At this moment I would compare myself to one of those early voyagers, traveling the seas in the days of secret continents. I see the shoreline yet I cannot fathom where this piece of land ends or where it begins. If pressed for an answer I would naturaly reference the lands I have traveled on in my life. Making wild guesses as to what kind of animals inhabit this place, the topography, the physionomy of the locals, etcetera. The reality of it is that all my speculation would be doing a great disservice to the secrets this magnificent body could hold. I shall resign myself to child-like wonder and hope for a steady hand to document what this journey may bring.
-She Said She Said (Beatles / Revolver)
-Passing By (Beach Boys / Friends)
-Here, There And Everywhere (The Beatles / Revolver)
-Cool, Cool Water (Beach Boys / Sunflower)
-Cry Baby Cry (The Beatles / White Album)
-All I Wanna Do (Beach Boys / Sunflower)
-Julia (The Beatles / White Album)
-Don’t Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder) ://: (Beach Boys / Pet Sounds)
-Sun King (The Beatles / Abbey Road)
-Little Pad (Beach Boys / Smiley Smile)
-Because (The Beatles / Love)
-Our Prayer (Beach Boys / SMiLE)
-Long, Long, Long (The Beatles / White Album)
-‘Til I Die (Beach Boys / Surf’s Up)
-A Day In The Life (The Beatles / Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band)
EXTRA: Everything Reminds Me Of Her (Elliott Smith). Out On The Weekend (Neil Young). I’m Not (Panda Bear).
I’ve been mad for one whole year,
stumbling through things halfway here.
Faces flooding every inch of my eye,
With worthless sighs they’ve no reply.
I’m a ghost with golden tears,
a spirit comfortably austere.
In a daze I shook hands with the world,
it spat me out all wild and feral.
I’ve an alabaster jar,
where demons fly in from afar.
Nowadays I make wine from The Fear.
Such bitter taste the liquid clears.
First of all, I don’t have a clue of how many people are following this little space I’ve created. But if there’s someone reading my little bursts of virtual sociability: Hello and thanks for reading.
I do enjoy having a space to write down whatever’s going through my head in the moment but being aware of having to write something down always stops me in my tracks. See, as soon as I have something halfway done and ready to get posted something takes a hold of me and I am forced to clear this tiny box.
On Woodser:
We have spent many days (maybe too many) without writing together, each one of us has followed personal paths and fought/embraced whatever jumped at us on that path. Now it’s time to get reacquainted, time to sit down and listen to each other’s songs trying to find a way to fit into them. The innocent optimistic voice inside my head says that it’ll be a treat, that we will run through the meadow of creativity matching perfectly into each other’s world. The truth is that it’s like starting all over again, and there’s nothing more exciting and invigorating than being forced out of your mundane comfort zone.
We are going to record an EP, 4 or 5 songs. It will be released before 2010 is over.
What would you do if you were asked to recreate the works of one of your favorite, most influential, artists? Naturally we were nervous to say the least, practicing harmonies, mentally mapping the songs, giving each other strength to soldier on and forget about how momentous this challenge was. This was the setlist:
-Because
-Taxman
-Lady Madonna
-Happiness Is A Warm Gun
-While My Guitar Gently Weeps
-Honey Pie
-Any Morning *one of our songs*
-I Want You (She’s So Heavy)
This morning we watched a recording of the show and all in all we’re proud of how it all came out. The Beatles…they’re just too much.
A few meetings on the way all in the name of officially leaving our hermitage. We’re ready for something new.
