White Gold Sound System

I've got my link up to White Gold Sound System. This biz should keep me in gear while I drop the album. It's my birthday tomorrow. 39, baby. A guy in the paper said if you're 40 and trying to be the next rock star give it up an apologize to everyone you know. I guess it's me against him from here on out. Pop culture doesn't have anywhere to grow but up. And there's always room to change the game. Lots of people get confused by believing in what already is. Sociologists call it reification. But in a culture that moves as fast as ours, what is is already dead and rotting. More artists with fewer ideas. And better chops. Technique as soul. But there are some things (most things?) you can't practice.

I've tacked on an extra $15K of debt starting my biz (total around $55K), so I guess you could say I'm all in with full faith now. It's a great exercise--if you can stay light when you're fully leveraged, then you can stay light. Playing a few open mics too.

What else? Bring love 24/7. Love that you like, love that you love, and love that you fucking hate. I don't know why completely (yet), but I've tried everything else. And it seems to work. The trick being to get into it--all of it. Anyone can be happy with a fresh line of coke, on their birthday with their pocket full of cash, but what else? What else?

Or, as the BeeGees said: "How deep is your love? (Is your love, how deep is your love./I really want to know./Cause we're living in a world of fools./Breaking us down./WHen they all should let us be./Etc.)

That's it from the home front.