Since the beginning of time people have set goals. Sometimes they are accomplished but in my case, it has been altered. The goal of course was to post every month. Looking at the February 29th post I come to realize that this goal is now unobtainable. I now present Post Goal: Modified, the calibrated precision strike post.

Third set, third night, Disco Biscuits at Camp Bisco 7; amazing indeed, complete with glowstick war. That is the stuff that makes you keep going. Sometimes the biscuits are a miss in the grand scheme but damn if they didn’t hit the funk and flow that makes you do the get down all night and many many weeks to follow. Prior sets obviously build up to the moment, but not even knowing the songs, where the hell the segues are or any other information, I am struck at the amazing beauty the lies with the music on a true journey in which songs meld and float with the same ease of strange liquids oil and water interact almost directly only to coagulate in some strange harmony.

Oh yeah this post just went disjunct on your ass.  Anyway, the real reason for all is to announce the grand return of pod casts.  We have for everyone two.  The first was recorded June 30th and never really made it out the door.  You may listen to six is almost infinity and experience a strange sense of traveling back in time.  This is a normal sensation.

Please travel with the poogie woogie disco duck to return to present day.  There with the duck is a tepid pool which brings a trance of cunning to all those which drink from it.  Please be careful as it is only approved for duck consumption.

As the camera continues to import pictures involving things which I have found more interesting, I ponder the most incomplete year roundup of information. I promise no more posts this year, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen. I predict that at some point in the future, I will be partying on a beach, in the Caribbean, with people who which may be close or even have similar names. Wacky. Pimping ain’t easy. Nah. It’s fucking easy. Sleazy deazy. Schmeazy Wheezy.

Absent babel continues to dominate the thought which is pouring out of the mind. sometimes the top looks very blank, but there are streaks of texture which are striking. I guess in their abstract form, we each see our own goals and aspirations. Isn’t it ironic that hell is under ground, however all the heat in my house comes from the top? Actually, sometimes it comes from the sides, but this really isn’t the most important subject which you or I need to cover.

Preparation is transparent at the end of the presentation. Because the end result, however so simple, creates another automation of complication which yields ridiculously results of supreme awesomeness. Do not underestimate your initial reaction. The guise is revealed under, “first is the best”. Further, being that most people are not inclined to doubt themselves each idea is weighed with an imbalance. If another iteration is wrong, the previous was more right. If the subsequent contribution is true, it was still the second choice where there is a false pretense that the initial could have been a superior judgment. Funny how those things work. Remember, learn from all mistakes.

Looking to see which microphones are bringing most excellent stereo separation brings to light the obvious truth: SBD (xlr out) > V3 (optical out) > Nomad JB3 @ 44.1 khz. Still, YMBS2005-10-08 is crazy nasty sound.

I lost track. My apologies; we shall continue this post as planed. Pictures in order.
Widespread Panic struck North Charleston at the beginning of November.

Bobby Lee parked his RV outside Gottrocks in Greenville, SC over the Thanksgiving weekend to entertain beside members of The Bridge. He is a class act and even played Saturn’s Around the Bend for me.

Some days you drive home from work tired as shit, other times you feel energized and excited. I cannot help but be the latter.

When legends come to town with your favorite bluegrass player this side of the Natural Bridge, Va, you can’t help but take a really blurry picture of him.

Other nights it comes down to pizza sacrifice at Christan’s. Whoever decided that they stay open until 3 AM was a genus.

Fun links:

MP3: Larry Keel (zip: http://tapers.org/zips/tk2007-11-30.spc4.mp3f.zip)

MP3: Toubab Krewe (zip: http://tapers.org/zips/lknb+tr2007-12-06.spc4.mp3f.zip)

MP3s suck to burn, get the perfect copy for free through ftp.

oo-oo-oo-oo oo-oo, it’s all right.
My time’s comin’ but it’s not tonight.

Get out the tents and set up the floods
Bring in the trucks and make some more mud
Then get the hell out of my way ’cause I’m gonna get wasted
As magic gasses fill the air
It’s bad for your health but I don’t care
This’ll all be gone tomorrow but we’ll still be able to taste it
The golden chord is frayed. what was that song they played
Our steed lies melting in the sun
They flooded the parking lot, out tent begins to rot
And I’m in love with everyone.

I know everything will be alright
My time’s comin’ but it’s not tonight
So let’s keep going ’til the morning light if it’s free I’ll take it
I know everything will come back ’round
Five white horses on an ocean of sound
Until it all comes crashing down like the walls of Jericho

Stop, children, what’s that sound
Another bunch of phreaks just rolled into town
In a broken down bus with a crew that’s fallin’ to pieces
You got to get up, stand up, walk a straight line
Been drunk for three days but you’re doin’ fine
Just a little bit out of your mind but you’re takin’ it easy
All you really need is one more hour of sleep so you
Lay your head upon the floor
Just a little sleep before it gets too deep
You wake up come back for more

I know everything will be alright
My time’s comin’ but it’s not tonight
So let’s keep going ’til the morning light if it’s free I’ll take it
I know everything will come back ’round
Five white horses on an ocean of sound
Until it all comes crashing down yes I know we can
Make it to the other side
Everything is blowin’ my mind
The man on the magic tricycle would like to take you for a ride.

-ALO (Walls of Jericho)

Pictures are from the STS9 RE:GENERATION Festival that just happened July 6th and 7th down at Deerfields near Asheville, NC

Duo New Song:

The Join (Duo + New Deal):

Duo Jams with Jeffrey Lerner of STS9

Duo gives us some late night action

It is a miracle people! The great original in slam grass Leftover Salmon is back for some festivals this year. Playing at both High Sierra Music Festival and All Good 2007, these guys are looking to jam for us all. Here are the dates:

High Sierra Music Festival
July 7 - 8, 2007
Quincy, CA

All Good Music Festival
July 15, 2007
Masontown, WV

A little sentimental touch… I haven’t seen Leftover since I went to my very first music concert back in 1996, Charlotte, NC for Widespread Panic. Leftover opened and played during the set break for the Spread. Quite a gap I have had; not seeing them in over 10 years! Anyway, perhaps this will motivate me to hit the Sierras for once. Why not travel all the way across the county to see them once, only to travel back across the country to see them again?

Please remember Larry Keel is coming to Starr Hill this Thursday and you can see some more kickin’ slam grass.

oh yeah, Joe? you had a few predictions and resolutions, did you? well i had a few myself, and they are these:

to continue to try and to manage more and more responsibilities at work and at home. this includes the art thing. balance is key and something i’m trying to achieve without it overwhelming/frustrating me. what can i say? i can be lazy.

to be a better counselor at the group home that i work for.

to not worry so much and to enjoy things more.

and finally, to create more live paintings this year than i ever have prior. so, with that in mind, Friday night was a nice little kick off to the year at Frankfest. check out my blog for specifics if you’re interested…here’s the painting in the meantime, lovelies.