new blog

new blog is at drumcorps.tumblr.com 

this is the last post on ye olde wordpress, will keep it around for the archives.

gear is in

it’s a gift from the aaron of the past. dude, don’t forget to wind your watch!

firebird

wrote a new tune effortlessly, in a day, just guitar, by accident. quick flow is the mark of a track that usually vastly outshines those ones that you labored over for months. awesome now, infuriating later. so it goes. things are quiet. good to have a break from rigaer. the contents of my studio & apartment are now in port & part of me wants it to sink to the bottom of the harbor. what was in those boxes? i have no idea, and i don’t miss any of it. reveling in the simplicity of just guitar. no computer, no plugins, no blinkenlights. this is all you get – six strings and ten fingers – do it. i’m beyond terrible at guitar but the firebird accepts and gives – it reveals more depth when you give more. room to grow. lovely instrument. good tools and you only cry once

mid june

checked in with old friends last week. they are elbows deep in middle american misery. isolation, shame & sugar cycles. i tried to avoid that by moving to europe, and it worked… thing i realized is that great american art & music walks hand in hand with that misery, as does the simple cozy euro life bundle so well with entitlement and artistic stagnation. so i’m back in massachusetts, gambling. this country is ready to eat us alive, but fuck it… you don’t need to suffer. that’s not it. it’s about depth, distance, light and dark, pretty things & all the dirt that goes along with this motherfucker … don’t forget the struggle, don’t forget the streets, don’t sell out

back in the middle

american life has become so far departed from reality… we’re grasping at shadows and irrelevant details.  what different lives are possible, from here it’s hard to see.  it’s all i can do to hold on to whatever perspective i’ve gained in the past few years away.  read, walk, play guitar through the pod & some old junk.  the gear arrives in a week or so, then it’s shred time.all this garbage information flooding back in to occupy the gray matter.  roads, gas stations, aisles, best prices, variations on sugar & salt.  i do not want to be thinking of this.  i want to be thinking of love & light.  better ways.  but i know why i’m here, and that all keeps me going.  unlike the last time, i know the score, and i know what i can do.

90

if this is your 90th birthday party, you win at life !  happy birthday & best wishes.

moving

in berlin people are robotic cold & detached until the last minute, when they get emotional as hell.  a somewhat embarrassing and undignified tsunami of emotions…  weird.  it always boggled the fuck outta me why people were acting that way.  well right now i’m doing it myself and i still have no explanations!  something in the water…

twitter

http://twitter.com/drumc0rps.  yep.

with more cocoa

seeing as this has somehow turned into the vaguely racist german food blog, i bring you another longtime fave cringer… othello cookies!

obama fingers

calling germany: run your new product ideas by some non-german friends!!! just to work out any uh… racial insensitivities…. wooooooooooooo man. i am so outta here. dig the sf theme & bonus curry dip though, you guys crack me up. found yesterday at a major german supermarket chain.