Saturday, March 6, 2010

Saturday

Woke from an interesting dream this morning.  I think I was about to uncover the meaning of life and in doing so would have banished from the earth everyone that drives a Hummer and those who never use their turn signals.  But I awoke to a talking cat.  More like a yelling cat.  Oh well.

Last night I got the chance to hang out with some of my favorite people in the world.  There is always a cloud of seriousness that seems to hang over my head and possibly the entire city...at least in my mind.  But there are those rare people that make it impossible not to smile.  I'm not talking about a joke around every corner, just good company.  Good stuff.  So if you're not a fan of Deadstring Brothers, then you should be.  Jeff handed me their latest disc Sao Paulo and it's fantastic.  They've got some shows coming up and they might just be in your town.

Had the chance to do one of my favorite things in the world today...buy books.  I've been obsessed with putting together my own personal library for a couple years but am just now getting it going.  One day I'd like to have walls of bookshelves with ladders and the whole shebang.  It's little things like that that make me smile.  There's something to being able to hold and read somebody's thoughts and ideas, and in some cases their life work.  Pretty amazing.  It's the same thing as going to a store and buying CDs or vinyl.  I heard that CDs are going to stop being made fairly soon...just digital and maybe vinyl.  Nobody gets off their ass to do anything anymore.  If you want something, anything, it's all at your fingertips.  Which means things are much more recyclable and forgettable.  People no longer have the time, patience, or attention span to listen to a full album...just a single.  So when you see that someone sold 500,000 records in its first week, that's only a single song, not a whole album.  Ten years ago you would see that number all the time when it came to album sales.  This is just depressing me.  Next.

Actually there is no more.  Gonna have a smoke.  Read.  Go to bed.  Night.

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