Torn Between Two Loves

Well, in reality it probably qualifies as more like 6 or 7. I LOVE the fact I am finding all this new music out there. I love the fact that it moves my world into whole new avenues of thought and creativity. I HATE the fact I cannot cover more territory than I do.

Last evening I made my way to Waco and spent some time hanging out with my beloved Del Castillo and a clutch of good friends. Despite having possibly damaged one person's eardrum yelling at the band (as well as giving myself largyngitis), I think we had a ripping good time. The boys were obviously tired and ready for a break, but they pulled it way out in the end. They always do. I don't doubt though that on the drive back to Austin, that van was pretty quiet.
I have been so completely loyal to these guys for so long, I cannot imagine being any other way. I find myself torn nowadays though; there is so much out there, and not just in Austin, which has a glut, but in San Antonio, Houston and Dallas. I wish I could get frequently driver miles! I know the I35 corridor too well, and the I10 stretch to Houston almost that well. I drive around Austin now like I did back when I lived there...well, except for the bloody construction on Riverside. (See what I mean?! I don't know SA's trouble spots that well!)

My whole point to this was a little nag that kept at me yesterday. I was painfully torn between going 180 miles to see DC and staying in SA for Pseudo Buddha or stopping in Austin for Billy Harvey. And I have similar conflicts in the next couple of weeks, not just involving Del Castillo! They shouldn't feel put out. I have just loaded my plate too full and can't get enough of any single music group to fill up the hole they fit into. Oddly, or maybe not so oddly, DC is going to win a fair number, though not all, of the debates. I don't know that anyone will even notice I am not there anyway, but I have to make a choice. Despite my best efforts, I have not yet figured out how to be two places at once. And trust me, I have tried.

Like I should be bitching. I have heard and found so much music lately, many many amazing singer songwriters and some tremendous bands. Most others would be overwhelmed, and perhaps to a point I am. I cannot seem to fit them all into the schedule right now. If I wasn't so addicted to music, i would put them all aside for awhile, stand back and try to get some perspective. But I am an addict. I admit it freely. and this may be more addictive than smack- thought I doubt anywhere near as harmful, save to my sleep schedule.

I think I am trying to apologise to all the bands I follow. Most of you are music nuts too, and should understand to some extent. I just am one person, and there is only so much of me to go around. I have to make decisions, and I don't want a battle of the bands. Good lord, if I could get all of you together into one huge gig and then invite the world to hear what I have found, I would. If I win the lottery, it will happen. Probably on the east coast of Costa Rica. On the beach. Sort of a midlife spring break. (okay, even I chuckled at that! The mental images are funny and scary at the same time!)

I want that watch Bart Simpson once found- I want to stop time so that I can be more than one place. It bothers me to no end that I have to miss something. It feels like being young again and not wanting to go to bed, 'cos you KNOW your parents do neat stuff when you aren't there. I just don't know quite how to do it. And I'm sleepy anyway.

love you.

oh dear gawd!!

Is it not bad enough that when I go to the grocery store I hear things like Talking Heads and the Pretenders- not remakes, THEM- playing glibbly over the muzak machine?! Is it not enough to know that they are in fact old enough to qualify as OLDIES, no matter what they once meant to me!?
Now they taunt me with the worst: the Partridge Family on DVD.

oh....my.....gawd.....

will the humiliation and degradation never end?!

I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West, curling into a greasy spot of smoke and goo, "I'm melting!!".....


(I am joking of course. I could care less if some silly person ever found anything useful about that vile little show. Better that you watch it at home, behid closed doors, all alone, than put it back on TV. Not that I watch much of that either.
But I am getting tired of feeling old. whatever happened to the irritating stuff they used to play on muzak when I was a kid?! Now we irritate the younger ones with rock-n-roll? Seriously, it is time for me to move to Alaska.)

wow!

i am just floored by how long webshots is taking. and I do apologise! I have gotten Sexto Sol and Jelly Jar up, and hope to have the otehrs up very soon, then reviews to go with what else I have been privy to on this vacation.
I am telling ou, I am almost looking forward to going back to work! Routine, and REST! Well, at least for a few days...... (heehee!) I ain't so dang old JUST yet!

Frustration!

To all those who flip between this site and my Webshots site, i apologise. Apparently they are doing some changes to Webshots, and it has held up my uploading a lot of pix I have on my computer to the site. I am quite uphappy about it, but can do nothing at the moment to change it. Bear with me, and them, and the pictures I owe so many of the groups I have been writing about will be there sometime soon.


And incidently, Thank you! Over 13,500 hits there so far. I am personally amazed!

Mike, Salim, Jelly Jar, Del Castillo, Billy, Sexto Sol -hold on! They are coming!