Suborrhea, Remora, Dreams, & Positivity.

So, in my attempt to make some ebooks I went deep into my back catalog & am working on Suborrhea which is short stories I wrote from 1994-1995.  In general lately I have been having a dread that my work is getting worse instead of better & I have to say that looking at this old stuff from when I was 19-20 shows that I’ve gotten quite a bit better over the past couple decades.  Or at least it shows that what I’m doing at 38 is more appealing to me at 38 than what I was doing at 19.  It’s nice to know.  I’m trying to not do too much heavy editing of the work to allow it to keep its own flavor, but it’s interesting to see the influences on it.  Of course, once I’m done with converting it, I’m not what I’ll do with it.  Right now my plan is to eventually run a Kickstarter for printing up the dream diary & have Suborrhea & some other stuff as accessory material.  We’ll see what happens.  I kinda like the idea of some of my more primitive & youthful work being around in it’s raw state to show some form of progression.  I’m upbeat about it.  Also, it gives me some work to do.

So speaking of not being sure if I’m getting better or worse at things, I did this little Remora drone last night with the new pedal rig.  I’ve been really frustrated every time I pick up the guitar for the past year or so.  It feels like I can’t string notes together at all or get a melody out of my head & into my hands, which ends up with me playing for ten minutes & then not playing for a month or two & then being even worse the next time I pick it up.  So I’m going to make a concerted effort to hold a guitar more often the next couple of weeks.  We’ll see how it goes.  Surprisingly this video I posted up of me playing last night has gotten more positive feedback than any of the other things I’ve done in the past few months.  So maybe things aren’t quite as awful as I thought.  In fact, I feel a little upbeat.

Last Night’s Dream:
I’m spitting out teeth.  They’re not my front teeth.  They’re my back teeth.  They’re coming out cracked into four to eight pieces.  I’m not going to be able to eat food anymore.

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2 Responses to Suborrhea, Remora, Dreams, & Positivity.

  1. Hi Brian says:

    diggin the new discodrone. i’m not sure if it’s supposed to sound this way or if i just hear the strings from the actual guitar and not just what’s comin thru the amp