Put on some old, sad bastard music,

See if I care.

So, apparently I have been addicted to Carmex for like a month or two. I use it so often that when I forget to bring it with me somewhere, I am in complete agony. I am strategically weening myself off of the stuff and drinking tons of water. My body can do the work! I think I usually do that with other things in my life too (like headaches and getting sick--I do not usually take medicine unless I feel I really need to do it).

On lighter news, I am growing a beard, apparently. I have not shaved in a week and a half. It pretty much says that I am resigned to the thought of being single at the moment. Because, honestly, who needs a beard in Miami? Exactly.

Oh, and I bought some spray paint today for a project in the apt. and I think I am going to maybe make a stencil and put some stuff around town. I have been thinking about it ever since I saw Exit Through The Gift Shop, anyway.

If someone could give me a loop pedal or point me in the direction of a super cheap one, that would be amazing. I want to start playing shows again and this thing would make it so much easier being that it caters to the anti-social nature of its user: i.e. I would not have to find other dudes to play parts that I could play.

I figure that recording, even if it is not my own song, is still productivity, right? Anyway, this is a cover of a Doc Watson tune inspiré par Sam Amidon. I wish there was not this thudding noise on the recording.. oh well. It is called...

Wake Up, Little Maggie

Love,

tm

Mim on his Handlebars

I told you that I would be back soon. I think I am hitting that creative time of year. That ring, ding, ding, a-ling time of year? Yes, I just said that. It is probably just that it feels a bit cooler (finally) down here. To be honest, it does not compare to riding a bike in the fall everyday to work in New England. Here, I go the public transit route which is more people watching which is, relatively, the same to and from work. Whereas, the bike ride during the day with the trees and the cold fall air bit at you in a loving way vs the nearly moonlit rides home that were never harrowing but comforting. I would like to be back. But I do like Miami and this cold front is moving in at just the right time.

I cannot tell if I will regret this cup of coffee or not, it being eleven and all. I was talking to my old roommate/band-mate and we are working on collaboration again. This kid is an amazing musician. I like to think that I serve as a pretty good foil to him. I sent him the files to that last song I did and he is toying around with it. So, we will have that up soon too. Productivity, that is the word. Anyway. This one is a continuation of Proof Rock. The uplifting continuation--it picks up right where the other left off and is hugely similar in sound.

Rolling Proof

Even with my eyes closed I'll feel the wind on my face. I can take off these clothes when I get to my place, then, maybe I"ll call. This whole way home I've thought about turning around. Why should I postpone what's running aground? Better left alone doesn't work after all. The rain coming down makes me look okay, but i'd look better with the right part to play; so, with my wet clothes thrown on the floor, come over now--let that boat run ashore. I'm getting tired and I need you here. My eyes are open now, the path is so clear. The wind hugged me but it wasn't you dear. It's sincere: I hope you know that's true. I want to fall asleep while holding on to you and never have to leave. It's the only thing that I want to believe. Let me believe. Oh, please believe. And Don't leave me.

I will see you soon.

love

tm