Monday, March 22, 2010

Day 13 - 3/20 - Flipside Studio's, CANCELLED! Portland, Oregon





Dana's plans changed, so we stayed at his house longer than expected... listening to music on his fabulous mastering speakers. MFTOMPS, after 6 months without listening to it, sounded, um, good? In my critical ears? Yes.

After stalling as long as we all could (Teresa taught us yoga while we listened to the latest "Gomez"), we made our way to Hon-ri, a coffee shop Dana had referred us to. The day was bright and very warm. T-shirts were all we needed. The pretty, young hipster ladies brought out their hipster, spring wardrobes. Many bikes. Many smiles.

Day 6 in Oregon and still no rain. Oregon is romancing me.

Thanks much to Matt Kin, who supplied us with the empty Kin condo downtown (it truly is amazing that we've gone this far into the tour and have yet to lay down coin for a hotel room).

On the way to the gig, we passed many fine restaurants and many fine record stores. Tired from all the recent folking, I vocalized to Teresa "man, I almost hope we don't have a show tonight... go get dinner, go record shopping, go back to the condo and go to sleep".

Careful what you wish for.

Last week, Muddy Waters closed. No one told us. We received an explanation for the shows cancellation and it involves things I won't talk about here because it involves the state of Oregon and bullshit like that and anyone who's anyone knows you don't mess with the state of Oregon... I guess... but the reasons were valid, we were okay with it and we wish the owners well in their future endeavors.

We crossed the street to a cafe and treated ourselves to black cherry porters and other swell things.

Went back to the condo and decided to attempt a writing session.

Now, I'm going to let you in a little bit about Jeremy Facknitz as a songwriter. I love composing music. Music comes to me on the wings of hot, naked female fairies (like Tinkerbell, but hotter). Melody is my mistress. She comes to me in a similar way, although sometimes she's coy and plays hide and seek with me. It just turns me on more, so I'm okay with it.

Lyrics are a smelly bitch.

I hate writing lyrics. I hate it. It's labor. It's puzzle solving, and I hate puzzles. I like pictures far better than stupid, smelly puzzles. And I wish to become a better songwriter, I wish to delve deeper into my soul and bare more. So these accountability sessions that I've begun doing with other songwriters are a necessary evil. Still, I kick and scream the whole time.

While trying to write lyrics about a very difficult subject for me, T was trying her damndest to keep me focused while I looked out the window and tried to figure out how many seconds it would take my face to meet the pavement if I jumped. That's how much I hate writing lyrics.

But, good came of it. I thank her so much for her patience and I feel I'm on the right track.

Sometimes, it's good to have gigs get cancelled.

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