After You Go (Smith/Orbit)
The walls will remain the same
And the room is empty as it seems
One less smile at the end of the day
It will be like that after you go
The eyes I long to see are missing
No more spoken words, less the kissing
The love that was made is now history
The bed is all mine again, after you go, after you go
You will never know who loves you more
Maybe it's best that you don't know at all
Sometimes I think it's best never to love
Than to share someone that you'll never have
you'll never have.
Lovers never know how to share themselves
In the moments together few and far between
I only wish I could have express myself a little better
Than to wait till after you go, after you go
(C) 2003
Something from the 20 album. Found the lyrics while cleaning the basement.
Monday, 13 October 2014
Thursday, 28 August 2014
Thoughts From The Townedger-August
Away we go.
I don't have much hope for this country, especially where things are going and where we're heading at. Thank our lucky stars we don't live in Louisiana or Florida. The Koch Brothers are evil and throwing this world into chaos. Makes you want to pray for that meteor to this planet and start all over again.
The last Townedgers album will be called Fitting Finales. If and when that gets done will be the final chapter to The Townedgers. There'll might be one or two more before that but only God knows. And me.
So you want to be a rock and roll star? Good luck with that: http://www.digitalmusicnews.com/permalink/2014/09/02/music-industry-99-problems?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=facebook&doing_wp_cron=1409676814.1383891105651855468750
The more pressing issue is a Tyrus Reunion which already happened in January in Facebook. I actually established some communications with Shawn Ster on Facebook and of course that leads to speculation from my BFF Russ about a possible reunion. We talk, I suggest doing attending some jam sessions and nothing gets done about that. Or playing for fun till suggestions about Rush songs come up and I throw my hands up in the air. Same as it ever was. A couple of things: Shawn has his own solo acoustic show that he plays from time to time, if we can make it to a popcorn or bacon jam we can try a couple of the bar classics and see what transpires. I wasn't exactly welcomed with open arms during the last session but then again I stayed in the shadows. If I make more of an effort next time then I can show what I can do. Second: I hate the name Tyrus, it was a dumb name to begin with, but it was the only one we could agreed upon. The majority of guys are still living in town believe it or not but the more important member is now a pilot making better money than being in a slightly above average bar band. I am all in favor of getting together and having fun, but if our bass player is out hitting the golf course or hanging at the the Mexican restaurant drinking margaritas and suggestion hard to play Rush or Dream Theater numbers, that's not going to go over very well. People don't want to hear that, they want the familiar and the overplayed. And I'm still chomping at the bit to show the jammers how to do Keep Your Hands To Yourself, the way it's meant to be played.
Nevertheless, Forthcoming Trains has done as well as 30 did. Which tends me to wonder if even writing new songs or new albums is even worth it for the world to hear if nobody gives a shit anymore. I love the album myself, if I didn't think so, it would have never been issued to the world. We lost valuable playing time when Diggy Kat left Radio Buzz'd for his new station Lucky Star Radio and what promo we have set up to do has been lost, the June Floods didn't help at all. So our A and R director has been sidetracked with other important things and I was left trying to clean up the basement again. Once we waterproof the basement next month, that will be a big thing to never worry about. I did issued two singles off the album, Wolfie and Just Enough Love but since net radio hasn't played either one, there won't be a third single released. The way it goes in life.
Like last year The TE 3 decades tour has been postponed due to rain and more rain. Nevermind the fact that it didn't rain most of July and August when we get a definite date of playing, the rains start up again. A New Bo outdoors show has been postponed on Labor Day weekend. With no make up date either. To which we say the hell with it. It ain't going to work now, it won't work later.
The Robin Williams suicide has been on my mind most of the time. And depression is always a ticking time bomb when you have it. Getting Parkinson's as well doesn't help either. I heard arguments about Williams being selfish when he did himself in, but it also brings memories of a musician I knew that had both depression and Parkinson's beginning and he didn't want to burden his family with his illness so he excused himself in the same way. Or Bob Welch of Fleetwood Mac fame, getting an illness that would be a life changer for himself. It's sad.
My take on this: I have lived with Depression for most of my life now and kept it hid quite well. Somewhere during high school it begin, the feelings of being an outcast, never fitting in with any crowd. I tried out for sports and quit three times, once in football, twice in basketball. Somewhere in my gene pool, there wasn't enough x or y chromosomes to make me stand out in either. I tried baseball, and never got a fucking base hit whatsoever, either a strike out or a walk and of course during that summer of 75 I lost both grandparents and gave my heart to some Jackson town girl. that I would only see one more time in this life before she told me to bugger off and get knocked up at age 15. And then getting into fights with upperclass idiots every day and being led all wrong by the Freshman girls didn't help at all.
The only thing I was ever good at was record collecting or playing drums. Oh I did my best doing those old echophonic recordings of cardboard boxes and coffee cans and out of tune guitars, but what voice I had in choir was long gone replaced by a goofy tenor sounding something like Jerry Lewis. I think the lyrics of Home speak volumes of what I think about this life. For 30 years, I have continued to try to get better at my craft of singing songwriting and playing drums and trying to come up with music that I can listen to. I did my best work the past 20 years but you'll never hear it on the radio anymore. But I do thank Diggy Kat for a giving me an hour's worth of hearing The Townedgers on his show and for that rare time I was happy.
Depression makes me an perfectionist in a imperfect world and imperfect body. The slight aggravation will anger me to a point of F bombs. It's like that at work, or when I turn on the TV and hit all the commercials just right, or when we get hit with floods. Or having a rock from a fucking quarry truck come flying out and crack the new windshield of my new car. Every set back is taken personally and it has gotten much worse over the years. Whereas I should be enjoying myself and life more, I'm flying off the handle more than ever. When you have depression, you make a lousy boyfriend and I think that goes all the way back to 1975 and Jeanette and then Janice a year later. And since then, never getting on the same page with anybody that I end up with. I have had good women, the last one was perhaps the best one I have ever been with. But there's this loner in me that needs to ride away and be by myself at some time. Like I said I had some great GFs, I was just a bad boyfriend.
When you down upon yourself all the time, you're not a lot of fun to be with. I know that. I look at pictures of myself and don't like what I see, a goofy smile, the big mile high nose that I absolutely hate. When you have depression you take into stock the defectives that is you, the big honking nose, the oddball grin, the weird way I look in pictures and I can see why people do off themselves. Too much dwelling on the negatives, cussing out everytime I have to backspace to write things, tripping over things, farting way too much, it goes on and on and on. And then looking outside and seeing it rain once again. And I wonder when does it end? When does life end? When its not fun? It certainly hasn't been fun the past decade and half. I'm not a lot of fun and depression is a big part of it.
Didn't mean to go deep into this subject but since the fans are few and far between nobody reads this anyway. All I can do is try to do my best, against all odds, and hope I don't go ballistic. Martin and Geoff from The TEs; God bless them for putting up with my ever changing moods. I don't forsee a Tyrus stage reunion, but what I'm saying is that I'm in favor of getting together to jam on a couple of songs and then take assessment of the situation. And take things one day at a time. That's all I can promise.
I don't have much hope for this country, especially where things are going and where we're heading at. Thank our lucky stars we don't live in Louisiana or Florida. The Koch Brothers are evil and throwing this world into chaos. Makes you want to pray for that meteor to this planet and start all over again.
The last Townedgers album will be called Fitting Finales. If and when that gets done will be the final chapter to The Townedgers. There'll might be one or two more before that but only God knows. And me.
So you want to be a rock and roll star? Good luck with that: http://www.digitalmusicnews.com/permalink/2014/09/02/music-industry-99-problems?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=facebook&doing_wp_cron=1409676814.1383891105651855468750
The more pressing issue is a Tyrus Reunion which already happened in January in Facebook. I actually established some communications with Shawn Ster on Facebook and of course that leads to speculation from my BFF Russ about a possible reunion. We talk, I suggest doing attending some jam sessions and nothing gets done about that. Or playing for fun till suggestions about Rush songs come up and I throw my hands up in the air. Same as it ever was. A couple of things: Shawn has his own solo acoustic show that he plays from time to time, if we can make it to a popcorn or bacon jam we can try a couple of the bar classics and see what transpires. I wasn't exactly welcomed with open arms during the last session but then again I stayed in the shadows. If I make more of an effort next time then I can show what I can do. Second: I hate the name Tyrus, it was a dumb name to begin with, but it was the only one we could agreed upon. The majority of guys are still living in town believe it or not but the more important member is now a pilot making better money than being in a slightly above average bar band. I am all in favor of getting together and having fun, but if our bass player is out hitting the golf course or hanging at the the Mexican restaurant drinking margaritas and suggestion hard to play Rush or Dream Theater numbers, that's not going to go over very well. People don't want to hear that, they want the familiar and the overplayed. And I'm still chomping at the bit to show the jammers how to do Keep Your Hands To Yourself, the way it's meant to be played.
Nevertheless, Forthcoming Trains has done as well as 30 did. Which tends me to wonder if even writing new songs or new albums is even worth it for the world to hear if nobody gives a shit anymore. I love the album myself, if I didn't think so, it would have never been issued to the world. We lost valuable playing time when Diggy Kat left Radio Buzz'd for his new station Lucky Star Radio and what promo we have set up to do has been lost, the June Floods didn't help at all. So our A and R director has been sidetracked with other important things and I was left trying to clean up the basement again. Once we waterproof the basement next month, that will be a big thing to never worry about. I did issued two singles off the album, Wolfie and Just Enough Love but since net radio hasn't played either one, there won't be a third single released. The way it goes in life.
Like last year The TE 3 decades tour has been postponed due to rain and more rain. Nevermind the fact that it didn't rain most of July and August when we get a definite date of playing, the rains start up again. A New Bo outdoors show has been postponed on Labor Day weekend. With no make up date either. To which we say the hell with it. It ain't going to work now, it won't work later.
The Robin Williams suicide has been on my mind most of the time. And depression is always a ticking time bomb when you have it. Getting Parkinson's as well doesn't help either. I heard arguments about Williams being selfish when he did himself in, but it also brings memories of a musician I knew that had both depression and Parkinson's beginning and he didn't want to burden his family with his illness so he excused himself in the same way. Or Bob Welch of Fleetwood Mac fame, getting an illness that would be a life changer for himself. It's sad.
My take on this: I have lived with Depression for most of my life now and kept it hid quite well. Somewhere during high school it begin, the feelings of being an outcast, never fitting in with any crowd. I tried out for sports and quit three times, once in football, twice in basketball. Somewhere in my gene pool, there wasn't enough x or y chromosomes to make me stand out in either. I tried baseball, and never got a fucking base hit whatsoever, either a strike out or a walk and of course during that summer of 75 I lost both grandparents and gave my heart to some Jackson town girl. that I would only see one more time in this life before she told me to bugger off and get knocked up at age 15. And then getting into fights with upperclass idiots every day and being led all wrong by the Freshman girls didn't help at all.
The only thing I was ever good at was record collecting or playing drums. Oh I did my best doing those old echophonic recordings of cardboard boxes and coffee cans and out of tune guitars, but what voice I had in choir was long gone replaced by a goofy tenor sounding something like Jerry Lewis. I think the lyrics of Home speak volumes of what I think about this life. For 30 years, I have continued to try to get better at my craft of singing songwriting and playing drums and trying to come up with music that I can listen to. I did my best work the past 20 years but you'll never hear it on the radio anymore. But I do thank Diggy Kat for a giving me an hour's worth of hearing The Townedgers on his show and for that rare time I was happy.
Depression makes me an perfectionist in a imperfect world and imperfect body. The slight aggravation will anger me to a point of F bombs. It's like that at work, or when I turn on the TV and hit all the commercials just right, or when we get hit with floods. Or having a rock from a fucking quarry truck come flying out and crack the new windshield of my new car. Every set back is taken personally and it has gotten much worse over the years. Whereas I should be enjoying myself and life more, I'm flying off the handle more than ever. When you have depression, you make a lousy boyfriend and I think that goes all the way back to 1975 and Jeanette and then Janice a year later. And since then, never getting on the same page with anybody that I end up with. I have had good women, the last one was perhaps the best one I have ever been with. But there's this loner in me that needs to ride away and be by myself at some time. Like I said I had some great GFs, I was just a bad boyfriend.
When you down upon yourself all the time, you're not a lot of fun to be with. I know that. I look at pictures of myself and don't like what I see, a goofy smile, the big mile high nose that I absolutely hate. When you have depression you take into stock the defectives that is you, the big honking nose, the oddball grin, the weird way I look in pictures and I can see why people do off themselves. Too much dwelling on the negatives, cussing out everytime I have to backspace to write things, tripping over things, farting way too much, it goes on and on and on. And then looking outside and seeing it rain once again. And I wonder when does it end? When does life end? When its not fun? It certainly hasn't been fun the past decade and half. I'm not a lot of fun and depression is a big part of it.
Didn't mean to go deep into this subject but since the fans are few and far between nobody reads this anyway. All I can do is try to do my best, against all odds, and hope I don't go ballistic. Martin and Geoff from The TEs; God bless them for putting up with my ever changing moods. I don't forsee a Tyrus stage reunion, but what I'm saying is that I'm in favor of getting together to jam on a couple of songs and then take assessment of the situation. And take things one day at a time. That's all I can promise.
Saturday, 16 August 2014
Observations from the past
Funny how old pictures can stir up memories of the past. Some good, some not so good and the rest fall in between. And sometimes the ones you see from 40 years ago seem like only yesterday it happened.
I have bittersweet memories of the last picture from the last blog, it brings out the good and the bad in me. For the most part, I haven't connected with any of the girls in the picture and only one remains a friend of mine from a distance, Jenny Hanson.
There's one missing from that Motley Crue of 1977, Anne Luzum. One of Janice's best friends Anne was in that fateful American Studies class and like Janice managed to drive me insane throughout the year. I have no idea looking back, what provoked Anne nor Janice to see something in me to chase me around the building, perhaps it was a freshman girls thing, they all seem to have crushes on the upper classmates. There was nothing special about me; I was a loner, kept to myself and if associated with anybody it was the outcasts of Marion High School. I loved record collecting, beer can collecting and playing records, I was not into dating anybody although if I liked somebody enough I'd walk them home from school. That meant something to me. Anne was attractive, but one of those snooty kind of girls that you would later see hanging at around the country club, she did get a job at a bank soon after high school. But I certainly wasn't attracted to her at all.
Martha Balster I liked a lot, Sue Barker was more reserved, which leaves us with Sue Raue Boyd. She was the big mouth but she was a liberal thinking kind of girl. But out of all of the girls in the pic, she was the one I asked out to the homecoming thing, which she turned me down. She said go ask Janice. I never did, don't ask why.
Out of all the girls of that class, it was Janice that was the one, the quintessential it girl, the most madding that I ever come across in this lifetime. Perhaps the most compatible out of them all, the one that had a super crush on me through that time but at same time we never ever got on the same page about even dating or asking out. What was it about her to this day continues to haunt me when I think too much about it. She may have been the most nerdy of this girl group, she was thin as a stick, she was a honor student, she had that Farah Fawcett do that all the girls seemed to have, she was a cheerleader, what processed her into thinking about being a part of my life?
It is pointless to ask her today and my thinking is that when she left town, she erased every memory of this and started a new life in Texas. And she really has done well. I can only go on heresay and what I think about the situation. And I do believe that she did liked me a lot to really want to be my steady in high school. I have a memory of her in class sitting on my lap. I don't know how that happened she mentioned she wanted to, I dared her, she did that it was history too bad somebody didn't have a smartphone to put on You Tube. She sat across the aisle from me in American Studies, Ann was behind me, and I basically had to get it both ways from these girls.
The question remains why I never bothered to take up after Janice right off the bat, simply of the fact I was more committed to Jeanette, a summertime girl friend from Michigan to which I would never see after the summer of 1976, I thought she was the one. And we all knew how that turned out. Looking back upon this, had I known that Jeanette would never be back in my life, this life would be a much different story.
Janice had the most beautiful and most intimating eyes that I have ever seen. She had a good smile. And I admired her from afar, even though I kept telling her I already had a steady, she didn't quite believe me on that. That made her try a bit harder, with help from her friends of course (namely Anne and Sue Boyd) and the more they tried, the more they annoyed me.
But I also thought that they did care about me, maybe even they love me in their own way, after all somebody gave me a valentine from them with their phone numbers. The biggest regret that will haunt me till the day I die is the not asking Janice out when we were alone in each other presence. Somehow I couldn't do that, it's really easy just go up and ask if they want to do something, hang at the record store, go to a drive in, get a grease bomb burger from Ole's Ham And Egger, or sit in the park and watch trains go by.
Or hell, walk Janice home from school and talk. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?
But anyway as time went on, it seemed evident that Jeanette forgot all about me and perhaps maybe I should take up Miss Berns and see what would happened. There was this dance in late spring I believe and everybody was there saying Janice wants to dance with you, my future guitar playing conserative buddy doug mentioned that, thought he was full of shit. Sue came around, said the same thing, so I figured, well, I guess I'm up to it. And the so the beginnings of Colour My World by Chicago started up, and I looked her with head looking straight down, embarrassed as heck and reach out and snatched at Janice's hand and then.
I didn't do it right I guess, she snatched her hand back. That wasn't supposed to happen, pissed me off I told her where to go at the next turnoff and proceeded to head for the exits but somehow, it's a blur to me, I ended up slow dancing with Sue Boyd instead. After that I walked home disgusted as hell. The next day I was at the swingset over in Longfellow and somehow Janice and Sue were walking by (don't know why Longfellow is a bit out of her way) and we proceeded to yell at each other bout that little episode the night before. Somehow in the exchange that she did mentioned that she did love me. But somehow we managed to call a truce and keep in touch throughout summer. And somehow Janice (along with Sue) and I did ride a tilt a whirl machines when Marion had a uptown summer fair days in 1977 but looking back I didn't do a very good job in keeping in touch or taking it further. The Homecoming 77 affair came up, I think she wanted me to ask her out, I ended up getting cold feet and asking Sue Boyd out, you know the story but throughout my junior year I couldn't escape Janice's angry looks when I walked down the hall. Perhaps it was poetic justice for her when we got jobs at Applegate's Landing when she became a cook and I ended up being a fucking dishwasher. I guess I didn't do her any favors anyway and it's divine intervention that gave her the upper hand job wise. But looking back, I didn't ask anybody out outside of Sue, if I did they all said no. Only my best friend's sister bothered to ask me out in my time in High school. I really really was a loner.
As far as I knew, if Janice dated anybody in high school when I was there, I was not aware of it or really cared that much. But I do recall one day driving in the neighborhood in 1980 after graduation and playing Bill Amesbury's Lucky Day and she was arm and arm with somebody. And she had that "this could have been you" look. I felt liberated for about 5 seconds, then had the worst feeling I ever experienced. But with that, the spell was broken, I did see her a couple times in the 80s, she dated one of my brother's best friends for a time and then took off for Texas with a classmate. And then life happens. I do find it interesting that she doesn't have any of her classmates as facebook friends. Maybe the memories of high school for her was a time to forget. Pick of the wrong boy will do that too.
But my final thoughts to this, since I know that Janice and I will never cross paths again, and maybe leaving her with a bitter taste of indifference may have her blacked that out forevermore. But being a young and confused brat, and choosing the wrong one back then didn't help me either. I had to deal with fucking bullies most of my time there, and if I wasn't fighting somebody in the alley, I was fighting somebody in the hallway. Except for the dumbfuck that i should have stabbed right in the heart when the time was right. High school was the low point of my life, poor grades, fighting and dealing with freshmen girls and upper classmen, it's a surprise I didn't hang myself at that time. The regret: I didn't tell nobody about my plight and the bullies who continued to fuck me over or spit in the damn seat like a fucking five year old would. I basically kept it all in, and kept my feelings to myself, even to ones who would have liked to know what was going on with me. Thank God and our lucky stars, we didn't have social media and the internet and cellphones back then. That would have been holy hell for me. And also thank our lucky stars we didn't have shitty top forty or rap dominating the air waves.
That said, Janice (and the rest of that gang) will always have a place in my heart. Yes, I loved Janice as much as she loved me but like her we could never get on the same page or at the same time. To which I say I'm sorry that I didn't treat her better when she was a part of my life. But then again 15 year old boys don't make very good boyfriends anyway, not that 53 year old guys are much better. I am not sure that Janice would enjoy having a 53 year old drummer music hoarder around the house bitching about traffic and crappy radio stations, but even back then, I never doubted her for a second that she would have been a good woman to be with. But she found her soulmate in 1986 and she got what she wanted out of her life. She got herself a very good man. And we'll never see each other again. It's been over 30 years since I last seen her.
If we could live our lives all over again (and I really really don't want to) it would be nice to correct past mistakes and not being the self imposed loner that I was back then. It didn't pay off then and it sure doesn't now. But I do wish that I could have taken Janice to Homecoming or even if we made it that far to the prom. I also wished that she would have taken that first step too and did the slow dance on Colour My World with me instead of Sue doing damage control. That would have been the steps toward a new beginning.
But that's history. Life goes on. She'll never know it, but I was glad that she got me through American Studies and made my Sophomore year one to remember. As well as Sue, the other Sue, Martha and Jenny. And Anne, whereever she may be. I wish you well.
...
I have bittersweet memories of the last picture from the last blog, it brings out the good and the bad in me. For the most part, I haven't connected with any of the girls in the picture and only one remains a friend of mine from a distance, Jenny Hanson.
There's one missing from that Motley Crue of 1977, Anne Luzum. One of Janice's best friends Anne was in that fateful American Studies class and like Janice managed to drive me insane throughout the year. I have no idea looking back, what provoked Anne nor Janice to see something in me to chase me around the building, perhaps it was a freshman girls thing, they all seem to have crushes on the upper classmates. There was nothing special about me; I was a loner, kept to myself and if associated with anybody it was the outcasts of Marion High School. I loved record collecting, beer can collecting and playing records, I was not into dating anybody although if I liked somebody enough I'd walk them home from school. That meant something to me. Anne was attractive, but one of those snooty kind of girls that you would later see hanging at around the country club, she did get a job at a bank soon after high school. But I certainly wasn't attracted to her at all.
Martha Balster I liked a lot, Sue Barker was more reserved, which leaves us with Sue Raue Boyd. She was the big mouth but she was a liberal thinking kind of girl. But out of all of the girls in the pic, she was the one I asked out to the homecoming thing, which she turned me down. She said go ask Janice. I never did, don't ask why.
Out of all the girls of that class, it was Janice that was the one, the quintessential it girl, the most madding that I ever come across in this lifetime. Perhaps the most compatible out of them all, the one that had a super crush on me through that time but at same time we never ever got on the same page about even dating or asking out. What was it about her to this day continues to haunt me when I think too much about it. She may have been the most nerdy of this girl group, she was thin as a stick, she was a honor student, she had that Farah Fawcett do that all the girls seemed to have, she was a cheerleader, what processed her into thinking about being a part of my life?
It is pointless to ask her today and my thinking is that when she left town, she erased every memory of this and started a new life in Texas. And she really has done well. I can only go on heresay and what I think about the situation. And I do believe that she did liked me a lot to really want to be my steady in high school. I have a memory of her in class sitting on my lap. I don't know how that happened she mentioned she wanted to, I dared her, she did that it was history too bad somebody didn't have a smartphone to put on You Tube. She sat across the aisle from me in American Studies, Ann was behind me, and I basically had to get it both ways from these girls.
The question remains why I never bothered to take up after Janice right off the bat, simply of the fact I was more committed to Jeanette, a summertime girl friend from Michigan to which I would never see after the summer of 1976, I thought she was the one. And we all knew how that turned out. Looking back upon this, had I known that Jeanette would never be back in my life, this life would be a much different story.
Janice had the most beautiful and most intimating eyes that I have ever seen. She had a good smile. And I admired her from afar, even though I kept telling her I already had a steady, she didn't quite believe me on that. That made her try a bit harder, with help from her friends of course (namely Anne and Sue Boyd) and the more they tried, the more they annoyed me.
But I also thought that they did care about me, maybe even they love me in their own way, after all somebody gave me a valentine from them with their phone numbers. The biggest regret that will haunt me till the day I die is the not asking Janice out when we were alone in each other presence. Somehow I couldn't do that, it's really easy just go up and ask if they want to do something, hang at the record store, go to a drive in, get a grease bomb burger from Ole's Ham And Egger, or sit in the park and watch trains go by.
Or hell, walk Janice home from school and talk. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?
But anyway as time went on, it seemed evident that Jeanette forgot all about me and perhaps maybe I should take up Miss Berns and see what would happened. There was this dance in late spring I believe and everybody was there saying Janice wants to dance with you, my future guitar playing conserative buddy doug mentioned that, thought he was full of shit. Sue came around, said the same thing, so I figured, well, I guess I'm up to it. And the so the beginnings of Colour My World by Chicago started up, and I looked her with head looking straight down, embarrassed as heck and reach out and snatched at Janice's hand and then.
I didn't do it right I guess, she snatched her hand back. That wasn't supposed to happen, pissed me off I told her where to go at the next turnoff and proceeded to head for the exits but somehow, it's a blur to me, I ended up slow dancing with Sue Boyd instead. After that I walked home disgusted as hell. The next day I was at the swingset over in Longfellow and somehow Janice and Sue were walking by (don't know why Longfellow is a bit out of her way) and we proceeded to yell at each other bout that little episode the night before. Somehow in the exchange that she did mentioned that she did love me. But somehow we managed to call a truce and keep in touch throughout summer. And somehow Janice (along with Sue) and I did ride a tilt a whirl machines when Marion had a uptown summer fair days in 1977 but looking back I didn't do a very good job in keeping in touch or taking it further. The Homecoming 77 affair came up, I think she wanted me to ask her out, I ended up getting cold feet and asking Sue Boyd out, you know the story but throughout my junior year I couldn't escape Janice's angry looks when I walked down the hall. Perhaps it was poetic justice for her when we got jobs at Applegate's Landing when she became a cook and I ended up being a fucking dishwasher. I guess I didn't do her any favors anyway and it's divine intervention that gave her the upper hand job wise. But looking back, I didn't ask anybody out outside of Sue, if I did they all said no. Only my best friend's sister bothered to ask me out in my time in High school. I really really was a loner.
As far as I knew, if Janice dated anybody in high school when I was there, I was not aware of it or really cared that much. But I do recall one day driving in the neighborhood in 1980 after graduation and playing Bill Amesbury's Lucky Day and she was arm and arm with somebody. And she had that "this could have been you" look. I felt liberated for about 5 seconds, then had the worst feeling I ever experienced. But with that, the spell was broken, I did see her a couple times in the 80s, she dated one of my brother's best friends for a time and then took off for Texas with a classmate. And then life happens. I do find it interesting that she doesn't have any of her classmates as facebook friends. Maybe the memories of high school for her was a time to forget. Pick of the wrong boy will do that too.
But my final thoughts to this, since I know that Janice and I will never cross paths again, and maybe leaving her with a bitter taste of indifference may have her blacked that out forevermore. But being a young and confused brat, and choosing the wrong one back then didn't help me either. I had to deal with fucking bullies most of my time there, and if I wasn't fighting somebody in the alley, I was fighting somebody in the hallway. Except for the dumbfuck that i should have stabbed right in the heart when the time was right. High school was the low point of my life, poor grades, fighting and dealing with freshmen girls and upper classmen, it's a surprise I didn't hang myself at that time. The regret: I didn't tell nobody about my plight and the bullies who continued to fuck me over or spit in the damn seat like a fucking five year old would. I basically kept it all in, and kept my feelings to myself, even to ones who would have liked to know what was going on with me. Thank God and our lucky stars, we didn't have social media and the internet and cellphones back then. That would have been holy hell for me. And also thank our lucky stars we didn't have shitty top forty or rap dominating the air waves.
That said, Janice (and the rest of that gang) will always have a place in my heart. Yes, I loved Janice as much as she loved me but like her we could never get on the same page or at the same time. To which I say I'm sorry that I didn't treat her better when she was a part of my life. But then again 15 year old boys don't make very good boyfriends anyway, not that 53 year old guys are much better. I am not sure that Janice would enjoy having a 53 year old drummer music hoarder around the house bitching about traffic and crappy radio stations, but even back then, I never doubted her for a second that she would have been a good woman to be with. But she found her soulmate in 1986 and she got what she wanted out of her life. She got herself a very good man. And we'll never see each other again. It's been over 30 years since I last seen her.
If we could live our lives all over again (and I really really don't want to) it would be nice to correct past mistakes and not being the self imposed loner that I was back then. It didn't pay off then and it sure doesn't now. But I do wish that I could have taken Janice to Homecoming or even if we made it that far to the prom. I also wished that she would have taken that first step too and did the slow dance on Colour My World with me instead of Sue doing damage control. That would have been the steps toward a new beginning.
But that's history. Life goes on. She'll never know it, but I was glad that she got me through American Studies and made my Sophomore year one to remember. As well as Sue, the other Sue, Martha and Jenny. And Anne, whereever she may be. I wish you well.
...
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Thoughts From The Townedgers-July
It has been a very cool and quiet July here. With the floods of June pretty much taking up our time and effort, the new album had to wait till things got better around here. I'm hoping for a interview from Diggy Kat on that when he gets his new net radio station going soon. Thanks to Radical Radio for their promoting Just Enough Love, our second single from Forthcoming Trains. Wolfie remains in regular rotation as well.
Sad to hear Dick Wagner passed away yesterday, he was 71 and remains one of the best guitar players in rock history. You can hear him in his full glory on Rock And Roll Animal from Lou Reed and Welcome To My Nightmare by Alice Cooper.
Ian Anderson made a valid point that music today. Basically the most influential stuff came out in the 60s and 70s but it has been slipping since the 90s ended and Nu Metal started up. It has gotten much worse with Bro Country music. I don't forsee a breakout band of the ages anymore, the PIG 3 major labels (good word for them) has sucked the life blood out of many many start up bands and resort to rehashing the classics. As a music lover and music maker, I continue to make albums for something for me to listen to. And I know that I can listen to my music and if I was a casual fan checking out The Townedgers for the first time I'd buy their albums. Or download. But let's face the facts: there's no money to be make with the music that I make. For 30 plus years it's been a hobby of my idea of rock and roll. And *sigh* I know I could have made a so so living being a bar band or playing hair metal or country but at my younger age, I rebelled against that. I never figured I last this long to continue to make new music, but since I'm not good at love or relationships and the only thing I know is record buying and playing music I ended up being that elusive loner.
The songs of the past reflect the failures of love or life itself, of course but sometimes I could come up with a love song for the love interest at that time. In some ways it kept their memory alive or remembering that cold November day on the river and Lisa wrapped me up in her coat and kept me wrong since I ended up wearing my old jacket and hat and that didn't do the trick. And when she managed to brave 10 below temps at the end of 1990s to be with me in Dubuque to celebrate New Year's and the end of the century, that turned to be the highpoint of that time. She got phenomena so bad that she was still was hacking and coughing when I visited her one last time in March of 2000. She found somebody much closer to home and was more financially stable than I was. Like the song said, we were one but come the next day she'd be gone.
But we managed to continue to talk for another decade and a year before she decided that it was best we go different ways. Looking back, Pawnshops For Olivia was the final note of what we had once and it remains a sad farewell all down to Beyond The Sun. In other words if you read between the lines, the answer was we are never ever getting back together again. Sometimes you have to let go, it's over and tomorrow's another day. But then again I've been known to hang on longer than I should.
Forthcoming Trains, was done without a love interest and with any pressure on me whatsoever. A lotta songs were done in one take, I decided to go wherever the music went and if I messed up or change the song mid stream, we went with it. The question from Bob Lefsetz saying the album format is dead is not true. But with the aging of life, we simply don't have time to listen to subpar crap. Today's artist is competing with just about everything that has been recorded and made to the internet. Infinite music but we don't have as much time as we did 20 or 30 years ago. Signing up on Sound Cloud to promote the best songs hasn't been much either. It's out there, the links are up and songs are available. That's all I can do is get the word out and say it's there. But I don't forsee much happening and basically Geoff Redding has his daughters growing up and they got their own band going and he's a proud dad to help them too. They got their best years ahead, mine has passed. I can still get on the stage and bash away on the drums and remain as radical as I did back in 1983. Today's musicians have their work cut out for them, they have to work twice as hard to get paid twice as less. You certainly have to be in it for the music and the love of music and interaction with the fans. There's plenty of bedroom rockers out there, but like myself they'll never be discovered outside a few.
Whatever I had planned with Alex has fallen apart. He went to days and didn't bother to keep in touch. Doesn't look good either for anything with Mike or Russell. Don't look for anything with Doug Bonesteel either. The hard core Tea Bagging Guitar player and the left leaning Russ and Mike will not allow any more reunions outside of the Facebook get together in January. Doug gets way too involved with FOX news even for me.
I think in September we'll release a third single from Forthcoming Trains. Not sure what song it will be.
Sad to hear Dick Wagner passed away yesterday, he was 71 and remains one of the best guitar players in rock history. You can hear him in his full glory on Rock And Roll Animal from Lou Reed and Welcome To My Nightmare by Alice Cooper.
Ian Anderson made a valid point that music today. Basically the most influential stuff came out in the 60s and 70s but it has been slipping since the 90s ended and Nu Metal started up. It has gotten much worse with Bro Country music. I don't forsee a breakout band of the ages anymore, the PIG 3 major labels (good word for them) has sucked the life blood out of many many start up bands and resort to rehashing the classics. As a music lover and music maker, I continue to make albums for something for me to listen to. And I know that I can listen to my music and if I was a casual fan checking out The Townedgers for the first time I'd buy their albums. Or download. But let's face the facts: there's no money to be make with the music that I make. For 30 plus years it's been a hobby of my idea of rock and roll. And *sigh* I know I could have made a so so living being a bar band or playing hair metal or country but at my younger age, I rebelled against that. I never figured I last this long to continue to make new music, but since I'm not good at love or relationships and the only thing I know is record buying and playing music I ended up being that elusive loner.
The songs of the past reflect the failures of love or life itself, of course but sometimes I could come up with a love song for the love interest at that time. In some ways it kept their memory alive or remembering that cold November day on the river and Lisa wrapped me up in her coat and kept me wrong since I ended up wearing my old jacket and hat and that didn't do the trick. And when she managed to brave 10 below temps at the end of 1990s to be with me in Dubuque to celebrate New Year's and the end of the century, that turned to be the highpoint of that time. She got phenomena so bad that she was still was hacking and coughing when I visited her one last time in March of 2000. She found somebody much closer to home and was more financially stable than I was. Like the song said, we were one but come the next day she'd be gone.
But we managed to continue to talk for another decade and a year before she decided that it was best we go different ways. Looking back, Pawnshops For Olivia was the final note of what we had once and it remains a sad farewell all down to Beyond The Sun. In other words if you read between the lines, the answer was we are never ever getting back together again. Sometimes you have to let go, it's over and tomorrow's another day. But then again I've been known to hang on longer than I should.
Forthcoming Trains, was done without a love interest and with any pressure on me whatsoever. A lotta songs were done in one take, I decided to go wherever the music went and if I messed up or change the song mid stream, we went with it. The question from Bob Lefsetz saying the album format is dead is not true. But with the aging of life, we simply don't have time to listen to subpar crap. Today's artist is competing with just about everything that has been recorded and made to the internet. Infinite music but we don't have as much time as we did 20 or 30 years ago. Signing up on Sound Cloud to promote the best songs hasn't been much either. It's out there, the links are up and songs are available. That's all I can do is get the word out and say it's there. But I don't forsee much happening and basically Geoff Redding has his daughters growing up and they got their own band going and he's a proud dad to help them too. They got their best years ahead, mine has passed. I can still get on the stage and bash away on the drums and remain as radical as I did back in 1983. Today's musicians have their work cut out for them, they have to work twice as hard to get paid twice as less. You certainly have to be in it for the music and the love of music and interaction with the fans. There's plenty of bedroom rockers out there, but like myself they'll never be discovered outside a few.
Whatever I had planned with Alex has fallen apart. He went to days and didn't bother to keep in touch. Doesn't look good either for anything with Mike or Russell. Don't look for anything with Doug Bonesteel either. The hard core Tea Bagging Guitar player and the left leaning Russ and Mike will not allow any more reunions outside of the Facebook get together in January. Doug gets way too involved with FOX news even for me.
I think in September we'll release a third single from Forthcoming Trains. Not sure what song it will be.
Monday, 30 June 2014
Thoughts From The Townedger June
Must be June in Iowa. Fucking water in the basement. Diggy Kat gets to interview me as I promote my new album Forthcoming Trains. Being A and R of the band, he pointed out I omitted Drinking Again on the album cover. Fuck me running.
I still hope to partake in The Bacon Jam in the near future. If and when that happens remains to be seen. As for Alex and that get together, nothing has happened and if we don't connect before he goes to days next month it ain't going to happen. There's been a lot of bitterness of Mike toward his ex wife. There's a time you have to let go and a time to moan and a time to complain about it. I know he's hurting and truly angry. Better to write a song about it rather than continue to badmouth via the social networks. That never got nowhere with me. As much as I would like to, I doubt if Mike will return to do any new songs with me or the band anymore. He rather do Karaoke. His choice but not mine.
I think it's pointless to talk about the past loves of my life. They made good songs for that certain place and time. The majority of them can be found on social networks. I recall Janice wanting that family life back when she was chasing me around high school but really we couldn't have been more opposites. Besides we don't look the same as we did back then. We're both old. And not exactly good looking anymore.
I miss Donna Will, she was a good friend when talking music and glad to see her in DC ten years ago. She's kinda disappeared from the computer the past year and hope she's still around.
The next project, I'll be using the Zildjian lineup of the Road Less Traveled for cymbals. Out of all the Z lineup's they're my favorite. However, I do have the Paiste cymbals all locked away for the right project. I do have to say though, the Paiste cymbals used for the 30 album (The 3000s, 2002 and Signature all added a bit more aggressive sound. Any cymbal lineup can work for you. Even the copper tins of beginner cymbals, Paiste PST 7 highly recommended.
http://www.grassrootsy.com/2012/02/22/an-open-letter-to-venues-that-exploit-their-musicians/
I still hope to partake in The Bacon Jam in the near future. If and when that happens remains to be seen. As for Alex and that get together, nothing has happened and if we don't connect before he goes to days next month it ain't going to happen. There's been a lot of bitterness of Mike toward his ex wife. There's a time you have to let go and a time to moan and a time to complain about it. I know he's hurting and truly angry. Better to write a song about it rather than continue to badmouth via the social networks. That never got nowhere with me. As much as I would like to, I doubt if Mike will return to do any new songs with me or the band anymore. He rather do Karaoke. His choice but not mine.
I think it's pointless to talk about the past loves of my life. They made good songs for that certain place and time. The majority of them can be found on social networks. I recall Janice wanting that family life back when she was chasing me around high school but really we couldn't have been more opposites. Besides we don't look the same as we did back then. We're both old. And not exactly good looking anymore.
I miss Donna Will, she was a good friend when talking music and glad to see her in DC ten years ago. She's kinda disappeared from the computer the past year and hope she's still around.
The next project, I'll be using the Zildjian lineup of the Road Less Traveled for cymbals. Out of all the Z lineup's they're my favorite. However, I do have the Paiste cymbals all locked away for the right project. I do have to say though, the Paiste cymbals used for the 30 album (The 3000s, 2002 and Signature all added a bit more aggressive sound. Any cymbal lineup can work for you. Even the copper tins of beginner cymbals, Paiste PST 7 highly recommended.
http://www.grassrootsy.com/2012/02/22/an-open-letter-to-venues-that-exploit-their-musicians/
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
The Bacon Jam
Every Wednesday Night at Checker's Tavern in Cedar Rapids is the Bacon Jam, a collective of some of the legendary musicians of the area get together from 8 to 11 and jam for about 3 hours. I have talked about going to this and see what goes on but can't do it since I work nights. Tonight I decided to check it out and hopefully get on stage.
For the most part, the musicians Tom Bruner, Dan Johnson and a cast of a few have made this a selective event for over the hill rockers past their prime to do the classic rock overplayed stuff and tonight was no exception. The first notable chords of Margaritaville, the old Kansas City classic song and Can't Get Enough and plenty more. It's all fun.
But I sat there in the background jamming to the beat and playing table drums, basically pounding my hands on the table to keep the beat whereas some of the drummers would over do drum rolls or fills. The best drummer was the guy that works in the drum section at Guitar Center. Some kid could spin his sticks just like Tommy Lee but couldn't keep the beat and made a mess out of a simple 4/4 Keep Your Hands To Yourself, or miss the breaks of Can't Get Enough and when I heard them do Dead Flowers, I was chomping at the bit to bumrush the stage and show them how to actually do it. I haven't done many jam sessions over the years but from what I heard, I don't think I would have embarrassed myself at all if I made it behind the drums for a jam session. Even after all these years I remain a mystery to the rest of these musicians, doesn't matter if I made a new Townedger album or get played on Radio Buzz'd. But I always been a eccentric anyway. I doubt if I will ever change but who knows, perhaps the next session they might bite the bullet and let me sit in on a few numbers.
I might surprise them and even myself.
Come to think of it, the waitress never did bother to give out some of that free bacon either. And I gave her a 2 dollar tip from the pizza burger!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yE6zEmlnwaM
Look for a cameo of myself at the 20 and 33 second mark. Told you I was there.
For the most part, the musicians Tom Bruner, Dan Johnson and a cast of a few have made this a selective event for over the hill rockers past their prime to do the classic rock overplayed stuff and tonight was no exception. The first notable chords of Margaritaville, the old Kansas City classic song and Can't Get Enough and plenty more. It's all fun.
But I sat there in the background jamming to the beat and playing table drums, basically pounding my hands on the table to keep the beat whereas some of the drummers would over do drum rolls or fills. The best drummer was the guy that works in the drum section at Guitar Center. Some kid could spin his sticks just like Tommy Lee but couldn't keep the beat and made a mess out of a simple 4/4 Keep Your Hands To Yourself, or miss the breaks of Can't Get Enough and when I heard them do Dead Flowers, I was chomping at the bit to bumrush the stage and show them how to actually do it. I haven't done many jam sessions over the years but from what I heard, I don't think I would have embarrassed myself at all if I made it behind the drums for a jam session. Even after all these years I remain a mystery to the rest of these musicians, doesn't matter if I made a new Townedger album or get played on Radio Buzz'd. But I always been a eccentric anyway. I doubt if I will ever change but who knows, perhaps the next session they might bite the bullet and let me sit in on a few numbers.
I might surprise them and even myself.
Come to think of it, the waitress never did bother to give out some of that free bacon either. And I gave her a 2 dollar tip from the pizza burger!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yE6zEmlnwaM
Look for a cameo of myself at the 20 and 33 second mark. Told you I was there.
Monday, 2 June 2014
Forthcoming Trains Album Notes
For the record:
Side 1
How Hard It Is (Smith/Willard/Swearingen/Redding/Daniels) 4:00
Midnight Run 3:33
We All Sleep Alone (Smith/Orbit) 3:12
Endless Highway 3:00
Just Enough Love 3:03
Light Years Away (Smith/Redding) 3:11
Faygo 2:33
Side 2
Long Time Gone 2:48
Something To Believe In (Smith/Orbit) 3:20
Drinking Again (Smith/Daniels) 4:45
Are You Gonna Be The One 3:05
Wolfie (Smith/Redding/Daniels) 3:30
Knockin On Heaven's Door (B.Dylan) 5:03
Home 2:05
Total Time 47:30
Produced by Rodney Smith and Hugh McConnell
A & R: Diggy Kat
Songs written and composed by Rodney Smith: Music by The Townedgers except where noted.
Copyright control except track 13 (Ram's Horn Music BMI)
Recorded at the Hoarder House Of Hits-Stone City IA March 2014
Engineers: Hugh McConnell, M.D. R.S. Assisted by David Kilkenny
No Pro Tools used in the making of this recording.
The old Pearl Snare, used in the Paraphernalia records years ago was brought back to life.
Vintage Zildjian Cymbals from the 80s was also used. Main drum set remains the DW.
The 1988 Red Fender Strat was the main electric guitar of choice.
Mixed and mastered at MRK by Martin Daniels and R. Smith
Knockin' On Heaven's Door dedicated to the memory of Dennis Pusateri. Ride on brother.
Thanks to the usual crew of family, friends and spirits who kept this going.
C 2014 Townedgers Music Emporium
Side 1
How Hard It Is (Smith/Willard/Swearingen/Redding/Daniels) 4:00
Midnight Run 3:33
We All Sleep Alone (Smith/Orbit) 3:12
Endless Highway 3:00
Just Enough Love 3:03
Light Years Away (Smith/Redding) 3:11
Faygo 2:33
Side 2
Long Time Gone 2:48
Something To Believe In (Smith/Orbit) 3:20
Drinking Again (Smith/Daniels) 4:45
Are You Gonna Be The One 3:05
Wolfie (Smith/Redding/Daniels) 3:30
Knockin On Heaven's Door (B.Dylan) 5:03
Home 2:05
Total Time 47:30
Produced by Rodney Smith and Hugh McConnell
A & R: Diggy Kat
Songs written and composed by Rodney Smith: Music by The Townedgers except where noted.
Copyright control except track 13 (Ram's Horn Music BMI)
Recorded at the Hoarder House Of Hits-Stone City IA March 2014
Engineers: Hugh McConnell, M.D. R.S. Assisted by David Kilkenny
No Pro Tools used in the making of this recording.
The old Pearl Snare, used in the Paraphernalia records years ago was brought back to life.
Vintage Zildjian Cymbals from the 80s was also used. Main drum set remains the DW.
The 1988 Red Fender Strat was the main electric guitar of choice.
Mixed and mastered at MRK by Martin Daniels and R. Smith
Knockin' On Heaven's Door dedicated to the memory of Dennis Pusateri. Ride on brother.
Thanks to the usual crew of family, friends and spirits who kept this going.
C 2014 Townedgers Music Emporium
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