I live in Squalor, NY
write a song. (more than one in fact) I’ve got most of the words but I don’t have the music yet. It shouldn’t be too difficult, I’ve done it many times before. The other pressing issue of the week is that I have to clean out the barn up in northen woodsy land so that I can put the truck in there over the winter. I’m not cleaning out the barn this week or this year. What I’m doing is rearranging things so that there’s room for the truck. I had about 200 windows that I had collected over the years and they were all in the basement of the Fortress.
I took them all up north and shoved them in the barn, but now I can’t fit the truck in there. The barn has been full of crap since I took ownership of it. Now there’s 500 cans of movie film stacked on the first floor, as well as all the junk that was left behind by the previous owner. It’s a nightmare of hoarding leftovers.
I have to get it all done before it gets too cold to do anything. Probably by the end of November. After that shit freezes and you don’t wanna know. To think that I lived for decades in a place where that never happened. What was I thinking moving here? I’m not thinking of moving back to Australia any time soon. Melbourne, where I’m originally from, looks increasingly unliveable. In the 70’s or 80’s (I can’t remember) the radio stations had this slogan, “Melbourne – the world’s most liveable city”.
They probably need to change that now. Footscray, where I lived for quite some time, resembled Ethiopia the last time I was there. I mean with real Ethiopians. It’s not a place I’m interested in. It wasn’t that great in the first place actually. Then the greedy corporate assholes changed the name of the football team which took that sense of place away and it’s not what it used to be. Sports teams were once about where you lived and the players were locals who had a connection to it.
Now corporate sport is just a money making behemoth, which gaslights the fans that the teams have any connection to the people who live there. It’s a joke, but people buy into it because they have nothing fucking better to do with their miserable lives.
An early band of mine, The Armchairs – early eighties at some pub in Richmond I think
After hearing from Rick the awol drummer last week, I haven’t heard anything since. I sent Lock a text this morning, but so far no reply. It would be nice to find like minded people who are interested in succeeding at something and not dilettantes or drug addicts, especially when they are rapidly approaching their use by date. I don’t know why I bother. I’m clearly hanging with the wrong crowd. It’s ok though.
It gives me time to work on a new record. I haven’t had any free time for a while to concentrate on writing any new music. A lot of people give up after a while. They run out of steam, inspiration or energy. I don’t know. My problem has been my recording software, which I have now attended to. My PC wasn’t compatible with the hardware I was using. It was in the beginning, but like a failed marriage it started to hate being attached to something that it didn’t like, and therefore refused to work.
I’m not talking about current events today. It’s not that interesting. You can look it up if you want anyway, you don’t need me. Tomorrow it’s Halloween and I will post the 2022 Far Out Halloween Special for everyone to watch. It’s quite good, although I say so myself. Patrick Kelly is on drums, Rob Garbarino is on bass, and I am on guitar and vocals of course. The delightful Kristine Garbarino provides the comedy segments. A ton of fun was had by all (I think).
Good Day