no cerveza, no trabajo

i wish i could be as clever as my brother pete’s blog well, not even clever but its so interesting to read his writing… he’s always been an amazing writer but i suppose i haven’t really experienced a tremendous amount of exposure to it since the high school newspaper. which, even then it was very obvious that he was natural.

what do i do online? i don’t know. i got an iPod, which is you know, dumb because it means i have reached that threshold of modern american life where i actually buy material things and talk about them, which is depressing, but the hefty counterbalance to that is that for the first time in far too long i am excited about music. i mean, other people’s music. i know that this music revolution is not news to anyone else but for me i am finally understanding the ratifications of iTunes and even, (especially) free music. its not that big a thing really, it used to be called RADIO. but now all you hear is matchbox 20 and Rod Stewart and no wonder people aren’t perturbed by the fact that its ‘illegal’.

i like to think that this blog and my site are important, and i try to update those a lot. i’ve really been heartend by the increase in traffic to my site in the past few months, though it is a surprise. all i know is that somehow in the first week of november my songs have been downloaded 107 times as of yesterday and that is AMAZING>> i think its true that no matter how little money you make or how delusional your grandeur is you appreciate every last drop of attention and affection towards your art.

which is why i gotta run. i was just told by my manager that i don’t have to work tonight, so i’m going to go start a big fire and perhaps record some neat stuff.

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  1. pete bought me an ipod for my birthday (i love it!) and we spent all weekend putting my cds (and some of his) on it. last night we were in the car playing a shuffle of songs when this one song came on. pete was like “who is this?” i looked down and said “well, it says key…it’s pretty good, huh?” pete, “yeah, you know…this is how my brother sings…in fact, the singer sounds a lot like my brother.” me, “oh, cool.” pete, “wait, who did you say this was? Oh shit, it is my brother! we are retarded.” me, “maybe you are.”

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