Alright, so my goal of a song per month might be a bit harder than I thought. I’m slogging along one bit at a time but it’s like I’m trying to piece together a 500 piece puzzle with 1000 pieces in the box.┬áThankfully my guitar teacher is the Six String Oracle and no question goes unanswered. On that note, I’m pumped to have a lesson tomorrow.

Lyrics are somewhat a bit of a different story. I’ve been into writing for a while but writing specifically for a riff is different. I’ve got a bunch of fodder for the lyrics cannon (#lyricscannon) but when I come up with some words I second guess it. Who in the hell wants to hear what I have to say let alone what I have been through? I guess the moral of the scenario is just not to give a rip about it.

Put your balls out there and let the others decide if they want to smack ’em with a hammer or put ’em in their mouth (#puteminyourmouth).

Carry on, I shall.

Captain Creation and His Many Marvels

That title is fucking copyrighted, bitches, so don’t try to steal it. Is it my band name? A porn I’m producing? Guess you’ll just have to wait and see what comes of it. Irregardless, pop them peepers on the Clutch video below that again springs forth from Psychic Warfare and I will continue after.

One could say that I have been dabbling on Craigslist trying to lure some fellow jackass into creating music together but I have been striking out. Of course I’m leery of most anything on Craigslist with the exception of selling my cared-for-but-no-longer-needed-goods so I get people not clambering to reach me over my post in the music community section but, come on! I’ve also got my guitar teacher on the hunt for a fellow to work with so maybe that avenue will produce some leads.

Anyhow, I’m getting off track.

I have a new goal.

Through the magic of the interwebs and wireless communications I am challenging/collaborating with my buddy in Ohio to see what becomes of it. Think of it as an exercise in creation that doesn’t result in a new human life. We each have two weeks to create or add and then the baton is passed to the other participating party; not unlike a “puff-puff-pass” scenario of high school days of old. I really do think it’ll be a good thing but maybe not enough.

So, Master Plan Part Two.

Starting this fantastic month of September I am going to challenge myself to write the music and lyrics to a song every month. As you can only imagine they’re all not going to get me inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame but the process might just get me headed in the right direction.

Captain Creation is putting on his rock’n’roll spandex, bitches.

Jam(s) Of The Day

Hot damn! I sure do love me some Clutch! Their newest album has basically been on repeat for sometime now so I just gotta share the goodness.

Lead track off Psychic Warfare: “X-Ray Visions”

Followed closely by this mother of a jam right here: “A Quick Death in Texas”

Are they the best music videos I’ve ever seen? No. But hot snot do these two jams get the blood moving on a daily basis. Time flies when I’m wrenchin’ on the KTM or Triumph in the garage with this band pumpin’ through the sound system.

Give ’em a listen. They’re very much worth it.

Not to mention the fact that they make me wanna pick up the Gibson and work out some jams of my own.


Fuck. Me.

I have to say that I’m not a fan of Miley Cyrus but I was recently told about The Backyard Sessions that apparently came out in 2012.

Girl does a damn good job on this Dolly classic.

Is she as hot as Dolly Classic?

dolly hot pants

Nope. Dolly forever, bitches. But her voice is damn good. If she did something besides that pop crap maybe I’d buy the CD. Check out the rest of The Backyard Sessions on YouTube. Seriously, girl has a great voice.

Operation Phoenix Part 1

I don’t really know where to start.

Let’s just go ahead and say that I haven’t really much felt like myself lately. Honestly, life is going well right now and shit is getting knocked out just fine but something feels like it is missing.

One thing that has suffered a bit for me is the guitar playing. I started taking lessons roughly two and a half years ago and the journey has been good. Basically I just need to buckle the fuck down and get my nose back on the grindstone so I can earn my damn denim vest. Playing at an open mic night is a dream of mine that I would like to turn into jammin’ at a local bar or two every now and again. It would be a big step for me as I do not love being in front of people as the center of attention but you gotta face your fears at some point, right? I feel like I have something to say musically but whether or not anyone wants to listen is another story for another day. And, to be honest, I need to play with some people that are better than me because I kind of need to be pushed to reach my full potential. Am I lazy? No. But someone better than me is a good kick in the ass to get my situation in order. I tried browsing Craigslist for a bit to get a jam buddy but that just ended up being a little weird. Maybe I just need to revisit that scenario and go with the flow to see where it’ll take me. Hopefully it just doesn’t end up being tied up in someone’s trunk.

Maybe it is a lack of goals. I mean, obviously I have goals but I have a harder time achieving them right now. Besides playing guitar and singing publicly I would like to race (and race well) in a hare scramble next year. Me and Kathy soaring like eagles through the forest on a trail leading to infamy. Now that sounds magical as shit. Do I have dreams of being a factory rider? No. But I want to jam out rock solid in an intermediate class. At this point I know that she is ready for the challenge but I need a bit of work. I’ve been riding pretty well lately but winter was coming and my frame prepared well. I need to lose about fifteen to twenty pounds to be competitive but at least I’m more 6’4″ than 5’4″.

Alright, so more gym, riding, and more guitar time. Check. Jam on. But still, where does that leave me?

A Damn Good Song

Matt Pryor.

Flippin’ love this dude whether he is part of The Get Up Kids, The New Amsterdams, or his solo work. I damn near popped a fuse when I met him this past spring and while I believe that I appropriately articulated how much his work meant to me I don’t know if it quite registered. At any rate, I got my #selfie with him, bought a T-shirt, and rocked out for a while.

I think his solo work would do well here in town and I told him as much but who knows if he will ever stop on by. I told him that he was the reason I wanted to pick up the guitar and it wasn’t a lie as I have been singing his shit since I was a teenager. Sadly life got in the way of life so I just picked up the guitar almost two years ago but I am on my way, man!

Maybe I just dig his stuff. Maybe we’re just two dudes from the heartland of the good ol’ U-S-of-A. Either way I am working on learning a handful of his songs and The Hotness will have to bow before my/his greatness!

I hope to one day get up for an open mic or a damn, legit show where I strum and sing my balls off.

Either way, Matt Pryor is the business.