Actually trying to heal myself with rest and heal my world with music.

Thoughts minus deeds equals jack s&

Daryl Hayott t

Embracing the coffee and taking on the sun.

arm chair life

I'm constantly approached by folks who feel they have the key to utopia. How the music, the industry, love sex and bliss can be realized. From the very comfort of my own living room. Just pay x amount of dollars. I can get these blessings in stages if I desired. 3 months. 6 months, 1 year. I never realized how a comfortable arm chair and a keypad could make me a giant. I've been working all these years doing the grind when I should've just hung out on ebay.

OUTSIDE THE INSIDE

If I have to do one more production rehearsal of the same set list I will feel as though I'm at a conservatory in Minsk playing work tunes for the gulag. The commercial mindset of the three minute formula caters to the LCD. If u go outside the lines it's as though a trap door has opened and the idiots lose their sense of sound. LOL. U have to get out from those imaginary lines or your craft will implode.

Drum work

I'm rehearsing with a sore rib cage with 2 cracked ribs. I tried to take a speed bike where no man has been before LOL. The law of gravity had it's own program. With Rome around the corner I'm working on the new material. The percussive signature of the music requires me to be clean and strong. 21 pieces is my rig for this trip. I believe that the spirit of the drum will carry me through. Or simply hide me while I cry on stage.

I would imagine that the surge of cyber info is supposed to "connect the outer realm of souls to the cutting edge of imformation". However It's a saturation of commercials disguised as news. As a rule I don't make a habit of reading about my friends or myself. Those in the industry understand this thought. Most of what's written is filtered down is freeze dried crap. It was a time when I thought the term google meant something tame like a television show for kids. Now when I hear the term which evolved to a verb from a noun or pronoun depending where you went to school, the hairs on my neck stand up. The sheer volume of tags and links daze me like tracer rounds in the dark. With so much info, why are we so dumb? I mean on a world scale we really don't shine above flexing and barking like a caged dog that really doesn't want to get loose. My point is that now as artist we have to devote more time on a typepad than a studio. 1/3 music 2/3 hype. Damn