Eine Zwei Drei

Another day another round of attempting to promote myself on Myspace. Sure, I take a fairly lazy approach to the whole thing, but it gets less and less entertaining each time I go to it. I’m not even really sure what I’m after. A little acceptance maybe. Lord knows that if my music did take off I certainly wouldn’t want any one knowing my real name or what I look like. I would prefer a little slice of what The Residents have going.

Didn’t accomplish much otherwise. Had some trouble getting my resume online. I have to say that my new resume is probably my finest over the top corporate resume yet. I didn’t lie about a thing, but I certainly made my accomplishments seem more… accomplished. Threw in a few power words for good measure. Corporations love solid terms like “diversity” or “I’ve never murdered any one”.

Other than that I went down to Snider Park and watched the dogs swim, and then walked around taking some photos. There’s whole sections of the place that never got repaired after one of the many hurricanes we’ve had in the past 5 or so years, so there’s all these wonderful looking dilapidated structures. Of course there’s enough lovely mother nature to dig into, and lots of roving packs of iguanas.

I plan to try and finish up the new M.L.U.S.O. album this weekend. I came to the decision that I want to use it as a fare well to my old conceptions. As a homage to the old ways I’ve decide to pair down the album to 15 minutes. Back in my 4 track days my mission statement was: all projects must have some tongue and cheek elements so we don’t end up taking ourselves too seriously, and no album must be longer than 15 minutes because that’s how long it would take me to lose interest.

I’m also working on my new Mr. 97 album which at the moment is tentatively titled “The Great Black Mass Called Love”. It will feature most, or some, of the tracks currently on my Myspace profile, but I’ll be writing actual music to bridge the gaps. I also want to do a sort of female perspective version of “His Feelings and Her”. I think I’ll post an add on Crag’s List, and see what happens. I’ve never used it, but I hear there are a lot of crazies on there, and maybe I can draw some one into a Skype conversation.

The real problem with being an avant-garde musician (or at least one who works in the form frequently) is that you have to come up with new ideas constantly or risk repeating yourself. I can refine my ideas now since I’ve only recently attempted to expose myself to a wider audience than my friends, but this can be a drag since musical inspiration can be a little slim at times when you don’t listen to much music.

Seems strange, but I’m a musician who doesn’t like music. Of course I have my favorites. I have an Ipod filled with them, but I guess at some point when you’re the type of person who spent so much of his musical life attempting to absorb as much as possible it becomes difficult to find anything of interest. With every form you know its influences, its roots, and everything just seems to sound old hat.

Still there is plenty of music out there that is just fun and sexy. Having a pretty face behind the microphone doesn’t hurt either. Recently I’ve been listening to Glukoza Nostra while walking the dog. She’s a Russian singer who has gotten a little bit of notoriety in the states for having a song on the new Grand Theft Auto. I would describe it something like The Cardigans meets Ricky Martin. I can’t say if this is unusual for Russian music since the only other Russian musician I am aware of is Andrey Vinogradov.

The music is fun, she’s sexy, and it’s all harmless upbeat pop. So you could do worse (that‘s going to end up being my catch phrase). Well that’s it for now. I’ll leave you with a little lite music.