Everybody knows I blur a couple of words, and when I repeat em, is when they make some sense. That´s why I repeat words and phrases so often. I just can´t seem to make sense most of the time, it´s hard for me to do so in a song while am recording on the fly. It doesn´t take a Phd Professor to realize what´s in deeper “in the non-sense” part of my discourse. In this song it`s the same case. I have to repeat em, just for myself, to see what sense they make to me, and then is when I rationalize, but am already on the next paragraph, impressing meaning on other words. And then I start to get marbles in my mouth and it goes all out of hand. Nobody understands that.  And I keep on going. Call me crazy, call me unadvanced, usually all starts to make sense after a couple of months, but then am in another trip with another sound, and don´t come asking. If you have to ask, you´ll never know… This was my 2nd take at this song, with a fast written lyric sheet. Fast, easy, and cracking.

This particular take has help from Raúl from Demedina´s, on Bass and Lead Guitar. Check his music here.  His music is mindblowing, and he gives it all, like all musicians should. And nobody should take anything from granted, and less that quality in a musician.

This song is as basic as it can get. Distortion Pop. Distorted Folk. After-Punk-Hours. Insulin Shoegazered.  Easy. I have no Idea when I`ll have time to stop running and think a little out of what I have thought over and over the past months, get a new horizon,  and take my time to transform my music, shape sounds, or form new structures. But am pretty sure it will be a mixture of my Noise Sessions and everything else taken to an extreme. That´s the idea that´s fixed in my head. That´s been troubling me to the point of a parody where I really don´t care till I am in that position where I have to deal with it  and juggle it, then it´s fixed in 15 minutes most of the time if I really get into it. But then if it start´s again the nagging, I start to Creep and Ghoul. It affects my music, but it won´t stop it. That am pretty sure will never happen. So everything remains as before. Some change must come. And as soon as my Piggy Bank is full, am taking some good ol` fashion 2 month vacations destination I have no idea yet. I have no idea where I´ll go still. Holla.

I have separate tracks, “better takes”, from bass, in plans to “mix em better”, but am trying to rest. Which is fucking Hard. But am sure I´ll get the hang of it. I started today, but my obsession with music arose again and I started to make new songs, but when I broke in heavy sweat and total energy loss, mixed with mind numbness from playing after 3 minutes I picked up the instrument (it´s called exhaustion), I said fuck it, and took care of that, again, forcing myself out of the music room and poped in some DvD´s. Easy and sleazy. Nobody is having nightmares tonight, I have done my job, and I guess I post this as a sentinel to my Rest. We don´t sleep, we rest.

My rest consist of one week only, cuz I have a booked show in 3 weeks. Am sure this ain`t killig me. And am sure that ain´t stoping me either. And am fucking hungry for more.