how's it going, dude?

i'm just sitting back like a flapjack. keepin' it real just trying to cold chill like a little blue pill will.

you know what i'm sayin'

shit yeah, man.


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anyway, the recording sessions are over. i'm kind of relieved actually. i thought we were just gonna go in there and fucking magic would happen on every take because the songs were so brilliantly soulful and shit, ..............but no. they expected me to work and listen to every song over and over again and i was like, "hey dude, don't be getting me down. i'm trying to find the moment and shit."

so to make a long story short..... i found out i was not nearly as prepared as i might have thought. we did however, in the midst of confusion and disarray, manage to overcome my lack of preparation and make a record i believe i'm going to be very proud of. everyone that was there was a tremendous help and i appreciate them all very much. i wanted to thank the following people in no particular order whatsoever: andy pate, danny bills, roger ray, mike mcclure, scott boland, jerry elmore, randy elmore, grant tracey, chris booher, eric hansen, and aarom meador. i couldn't have made it through that without any of you guys and i am truly in your debt. thanks.


i used all of the time to record and i'm going to be mixing it down in a month or so and selecting what songs will be on it and shit. i'm kind of excited to get to listen to it again and i'm glad i have a month or so to remove myself from it. hearing the same song over and over again can really ruin it for me. fortunately for me though, all of my songs are great and incredibly wonderful and the annoyance is somewhat tolerable.


i wanted to thank everyone for trying to help me with my song/poem. i think i finished it though. scott and i recorded it and i hope it turned out good. mike mcclure helped me finish it in the hotel room the last night. he's always been easy for me to collaborate with which is another way of saying he's a pretty fucked-up motherfucker.

the last night, scott boland and i just played acoustic song after acoustic song and it was so fun. alcohol levels right, no one around, lights dimmed. i'm sure i can find a few takes i can use somewhere. or maybe not. maybe it all really sucks and i just thought it was good. if it is, then disregard everything i've said and all the thanks i've given because i'm gonna blame it on someone else.


well, moving along......


i need to go see a movie this weekend. my movie review is overdue and i want to see a few movies anyway. fucking matrix 3 dude.

here's my take on the first two.......


The Matrix....................great fucking movie

The Matrix Reloaded............. fucking boring and unimaginative.


i would say that the chances are good that the final matrix 3 is gonna be completely shitty and totally predictable. that's just me though. the realist.

people tell me that i'm a pessimist.

i don't call it pessimism, i call it realism.


well, i'm hungry.....


i hope i haven't dissappointed anyone with this post. i do appreciate you mentioning that my posts are getting weaker everytime you see me, though. please keep that up.

i'm going to make me some lunch and go watch "The President's Cup".

match play golf is my favorite sport to watch.

golf is the greatest sport ever invented. i know most of you don't believe that all all.

but at it's core, match play golf is the definition of sportsmanship and competition.

it is a beautiful game that tests every facet of your psyche. it will show you things about yourself that you didn't even know. playing a round of golf is better than going to any shrink i know of. golf is all about dealing with inner demons. i could go on and on about golf, but i won't bother. you fucking people don't care.


fuck it. if i can't talk about golf, then i don't wanna play anymore.


suck it,

scott