Frankie Say Relax

My creative stamina is a sprinter. You might be able to use track and field analogies to describe the many facets of my personality, but what is the point in going there? That race has been over. Speaking of running, I need a partner for that. What I really need is a road bike. Want and need happen to cross the streams here, I believe. It feels a bit more cluttered with stress, like it mirrored itself.

I have tomorrow off and I am going to relax: watch a couple games, read some, and try to finish some more songs. As for tonight, I think I will go over to the park and kick the ball around a bit before the sun goes down: stretch my legs. Later on, we will see. Anyway, the rambling bit is over--down to business. Simple lyrics with a, less than creative, play on words. Yay.

Tapes on Five

Anyway, I will talk to you all at a later date.
Love you.
tm

I want to be living here within the next five years. When I say want, I mean need.

Here is my beginning. Here it is.

Crunchy Peanut Butter + Nutella = Satisfaction

Does it get any better than that? Well, I guess there's the chocolate shake from Checkers, but that is a crap shoot. See, there's this off chance that they used the banana flavor more recently and it mixes with the chocolate a bit: holy f. Last one I had was perfect. Next one is going to be terrible probably. Peanut butter/Nutella is always a winner.

I thought about doing this today but it rained.

I did go over to the beach and look at shoes and clothes. ( I might have a bit of a problem...) I found a windbreaker that was fucking beautiful. Red and white. I have been into blue a lot lately (weird) but red is so nice. I miss it. Anyway, the music.

A quickie this time. I'm actually about to finish 5 songs at the moment but this one shot out of me tonight. It was my way of keeping myself occupied, I think. So it might not be that great. Where the lyrics were going is a shout out to Jermaine Stewart. Now I just need some cherry wine, uh huh.

Fitting

I will be a quarter century old this month. I'm sitting on a lot of time: these bones. So, there's that.

And there's this.

Anyway, I have to get my fantasy team ready. The season started last week! My weekend mornings are pretty much planned until May.

love

tm

There was no battle.

I feel like I am not utilizing Miami to its full potential. There must be so many more places to see and things to experience that I am not getting. The trouble is finding it. I need a seasoned Miami vet to show me some good stuff because right now I am stuck in the working grind and sticking fairly close to home (granted, transportation may factor in to that as well).

One thing I can be sure of though, I have been sniffing out good food since I arrived. I know of plenty food serving establishments that are cheap and delicious. So, there is that.

So, the whole "headphones as microphone" thing only goes so far before it gets old. I think it is pretty apparent that I did not go to school for any sort of recording industry. One can only mic a mandolin with a pair of headphones and expect a sound to be any more than almost average.

Anyway, here is a new one that is my first mandolin heavy track. Given the rant about my mixing skills, I would listen to this on headphones but turn down the volume for the best experience (it is a bit on the high end at times. It clips in a few places too; so, there's that.)

Exploring Dreams of Loyalty

I cannot believe all the things that I read or else I'd be back at home with my feet up on my desk.
Now, I'm out on the sea to prove there's life happening out by the edge.
So, they tell me, "you're crazy and you'll die alone."

We call out the stars like we call our friends;
but, the names they have aren't the names we miss.
The night is kind to our sunburned skin.
We work for each other so we can get back again.

Some days we're thirsty but we can't drink.
We wait for rain. We're on the brink of
going overboard.

Then we pull together.
We keep the course.
We watch the weather
and heed the force of
the wind in our sails.
My men trust me and that's all that I need.
Believe me.

We call out the stars like we call our friends;
but, the names they have aren't the names we miss.
The night is kind to our sunburned skin.
We work for each other so we can get back again.

So. Enjoy.

Time for hell/work. Whichever you prefer to call it.

Love

tm

To be the carrier of a load which was his own self.

I have been thinking about posture a lot lately. I know that is odd but I guess standing on my feet all the time sort of pushes the thought. I notice older people as they start to hunch forward--turtle over if you will. It instills this sort of preventative fear in me, I think. I do not want that. I suppose morning yoga will be on the agenda more often.

I need to go to the beach soon. It seems to be calling my name. I have a book that needs finishing and relaxing to do. Maybe if it is nice tomorrow I will do that since I have tomorrow off and my soldier will fend off the birds.

But, instead of needing a parasol on the way home from work tonight, its brother, le parapluie, was nearly necessary. Which makes it all the more fitting that I decide to post this one. It is from the unfinished New England ep that I was working on at the end of last year. I picked up my cousin's guitar and played it yesterday and relearned it (it has been forever since I have played too because my fingers were sore). I almost wanted to add more to it and re-record it, but I think it will take away from the sound it has. It has this cheap but warm bedroom feel that I cannot reproduce without that microphone I was using there (need to get that soon).

Anyway, it sounds like a breakup song, or something of the sort; but, I like to think of it as an existential realization song. Someone coming to terms with a change of self. But it's pretty much just about how I rode my bike to work and it always seemed to be raining.

Always Raining

No posting of lyrics this time. But, do you think I should add more? Is it too short or feel unfinished? (I have that fear a lot: wondering if it needs more or is unfinished).

Anyway,

love

tm