the dreaming tree

i hate fake performances, maybe even moreso when the “artist” has a gleam of talent. i don’t understand the need these people feel to try and create some special aura about themselves. man, just play your songs. i went to a show friday night where this occured. the opener vs. the headliner. guess what? in my opinion, the opener kicked the headliner’s ass. and here’s why: the opener played what his heart was feeling; he didn’t throw some image at us, he let the music speak. and then along comes the high and mighty headlining act, and from the minute he stepped on stage i sensed the act. i’m not saying he doesn’t like, maybe even love, what he’s doing, but what i felt from watching him was that he was showing off to an audience. he wasn’t trying to reach us; wasn’t trying to connect on that higher plane of music where idle words outside the song cannot express near enough emotion. several times during the opener i felt chills running through my body, not because of an amazing performance (though it was very good), but because the words leaped into my soul and refused to be denied their chance to speak. i didn’t even come close to feeling that during the headliner. in fact, i was so put-off by the performance that i left after four songs. is this harsh? maybe. but i guarantee if i had felt an ounce of sincere, beautiful music, i would have stayed. but then, maybe i’m not in it for the same reasons as some. some do it because they can, and some do it because they have to. because there is something deep within them that demands to be released. that is the essence of music.

well, since i can’t get into rmfo right now, i’ll just post on here again tonight…thank you to all you lovely people that actually read this site.

i hate fake performances, maybe even moreso when the “artist” has a gleam of talent. i don’t understand the need these people feel to try and create some special aura about themselves. man, just play your songs. i went to a show friday night where this occured. the opener vs. the headliner. guess what? in my opinion, the opener kicked the headliner’s ass. and here’s why: the opener played what his heart was feeling; he didn’t throw some image at us, he let the music speak. and then along comes the high and mighty headlining act, and from the minute he stepped on stage i sensed the act. i’m not saying he doesn’t like, maybe even love, what he’s doing, but what i felt from watching him was that he was showing off to an audience. he wasn’t trying to reach us; wasn’t trying to connect on that higher plane of music where idle words outside the song cannot express near enough emotion. several times during the opener i felt chills running through my body, not because of an amazing performance (though it was very good), but because the words leaped into my soul and refused to be denied their chance to speak. i didn’t even come close to feeling that during the headliner. in fact, i was so put-off by the performance that i left after four songs. is this harsh? maybe. but i guarantee if i had felt an ounce of sincere, beautiful music, i would have stayed. but then, maybe i’m not in it for the same reasons as some. some do it because they can, and some do it because they have to. because there is something deep within them that demands to be released. that is the essence of music.

hey ya’ll, my blog is moving to a new location:

the new place

the three of you will want to update your links. thanks.

i hate studying. but i like to learn. it’s kinda weird, i know. but i like to learn in a roundtable-type environment…as in discussion. talking about stuff with other people who actually know what they’re talking about. and i don’t really include lectures in this. and i thought i was gonna be able to carry this thought a little further, but i can’t come up with anything. so, i’ll be back.

i do this weird thing with the windows when i’m chatting. i resize them all to be the exact same size and then organize them on the screen. so, if you’re the lucky first one to IM me for the day, then everyone else’s little windows get changed to your specifications (which will undoubtably be changed the next time to someone else’s specs.). and then i arrange them on the screen by several different guidelines: 1) how long i’ve been talking to given person; 2) the importance of the conversation, in terms of a) deepness or b) hilarity; and 3) aesthetics. i know, i’m a weird fellow. and i figured you’d all want further confirmation.

“dave, you have no idea who i am, but i’m walking next to grady right now, and we’re talking about you, and i definitely think you should keep your hair long. it’s very sexy, very cool. i just wanted you to know that…”

–some girl on my answering machine

i guess i have no choice but to keep the hair long. ahh…the life of a rockstar…

i’m bored. i think i’m going to rearrange my room.

so…eventually i will have this looking right…or…geof will…

sometimes i cry while i’m watching a live dvd of a really good band. why? well, i’m insanely jealous of their job. they routinely rock people’s faces off for a living. i mean, what more could you want? plus, they’re just so good that my emotions get blown away. what bands do i speak of? well, a short list would be pearl jam, coldplay, u2, jeff buckley (not a band…but…he counts…)…the list could grow to infinity. i don’t even want to get into my feelings at an amazing live show. i was damn near giddy seeing thursday and juliana theory, murder by death was, in a word, a-freakin’-mazing. i don’t know where i’m trying to go with this. i just want to be in a band that people love to listen to. not so that i’m famous, but so that i can see people’s faces of joy every night. that’s my dream.

man, i love playing music for people. what fun we had tonight with covenant at ol’ thrio’s. thanks for coming if you did. see you next time if you didn’t.