I’m humbled and impressed by this thoughtful, thorough, and honest reading of Story. Thank you to Iman Lababedi at Rock NYC.
Archive for October, 2012
I was thrilled this past week to have three excellent reviews from various UK blogs. THANK YOU, bloggers, for taking the time.
“It’s clear that he takes what he does very seriously and puts a lot of thought into things.” Gold Flake Paint
“..love for modern American folk rock shines brilliantly via his gritty, gruff musical creations that recall the likes of Neil Young and Iron & Wine.” Adam Parker, Middle Boop Mag
“Despite being an indie musician with a tight budget, Bronson let nothing get in the way of the album’s large and expressive scope.” Music Mafia UK
Why can’t we all just call it like it is, even most of the time? It doesn’t have to be all the time – I’m aware how completely counterproductive that would end up being in a practical, logistical, life-living sense.
But, for example, why can’t I just say to a friend, “actually, no, this is shit. And I know that you did it and therefore, like all of us do (usually much, much too casually), you’ve ascribed it some intangible connection to yourself, some self-ness, and you want everyone to like it (because you want everyone to like you and you think they’re related [and they very probably are related in the current way of things]).” But why couldn’t it be possible that someone could just put a thing together, any thing, from any pieces or parts, and it wouldn’t need to be attached to them, it’s not like an arm, or a child – it’s just a thing, possibly a very pleasing combination, or a helpful one, or maybe a terrible one, or, most likely, not worth mentioning one way or the other. And who really cares which anyway? Maybe a few people, sometimes. I know, this is just not how we are. And I’m just as guilty of the ego-driven attachment as everyone else. But I do believe that this really is not a terribly healthy way in which to view or contextualize things (including ourselves).
And this is just one example. Another would be to point out how shitty (i.e. horrifically low level of nutrient value for soul, spirit, body, mind, etc.) most of the stuff we’re exposed to, expose our children to, accept, eat, and even begin to crave in a sick, empty, junk-food kind of way is.
So I guess any real reversal of these aspects of our culture and our selves on any significant scale is just too much to ask for. Like trying to end world hunger or something.
But, if there’s an awareness, we owe it to the potential current and future good of everything to keep trying.
I am in the middle of an attempt to maintain a peaceful, easy feeling.
I kind of drifted over to the subway. Ate an apple that I knew was good for me but didn’t actually enjoy that much.
This day has been full so far and it’s still morning.
Predicting a heavy continuation, as I’ll do my best to remain light of feeling.
Can we maintain a light and easy feeling while burning with intention underneath?
I’m thrilled to announce that Story will officially be released in The United Kingdom and Europe on January 07, 2013!
Music to Her Majesty’s ears
Album Review from This is Book’s Music “pop genius, abrasive when it wants to be, passionate throughout.”
“Matthew Sweet would be someone who would dry hump his speakers or headphones while listening to this, it’s that good.” Love it. Thank you kindly, John Book.
There’s a lot of talk lately about existence.
A lot of talking, a lot of thinking.
I’m basically of the mind that there’s the talking, the thinking,
and then there’s the doing, the living.
I very strongly prefer this latter way.
I’m very tired of, and think have been pretty successful at starting to get away from thinking too much. It starts to sicken me.
I’d like to believe that one of, if not the single most valuable thing I’ve learned (in a certain way), is to realize the point at which there has been enough thinking – could be about any thing or situation – and the time has arrived for the appropriate action (which could consist of anything, including moving on and/or doing nothing).
As I write this, there just happen to be these two guys across from me, pretty young guys – probably early twenties – they look and sound very educated, talking very interestedly to each other. Back and forth. About their opinions, their positions, their thoughts, politics, society, etc. And it just sounds incredibly tired to me.
She compares Seahag to Mick Ronson. I’ve done that.
I wonder why so many have a difficult time living and letting live.
What is it that causes a person to be so preoccupied with another’s life, situation, money, choices, etc. that they actually forego their own living?
(Which is really what gossip, judgement, excessive attention all amount to).
And, if there’s no truly worthwhile reason (such as an emergency, for example) then what degree and sort of pain, insecurity, inadequacy, yearning, emotional / mental / spiritual non-health must reside in one to agree to forfeit time from their own life, which of course can never be gotten back, in order to expend it so wastefully, or, even worse, harmfully, on another’s?