- Ernest Hemingway
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
- Ernest Hemingway
One band a day and 28 session recordings each week…that’s the idea behind Daytrotter.com. However, be warned, don’t go there unless you have some serious time to kill.
Touring bands passing through Rock Island, Illinois stop into The Horseshack studio and lay down some tracks. Then Daytrotter.com serves up the sessions free. They say that 21,000,000 songs have been downloaded from the site.
Once again, where the hell have I been?
By the way, if you find something you really like at Daytrotter, let me know in the comments.
Length, width and height…dimensions one, two and three.
Six more spatial dimensions, tightly wound ‘round reality.
The fourth dimension is time, cause and effect.
One, two, three and four…expanding…expanding…
There’s one extra dimension of time,
and cause and effect intersects cause and effect.
My time has come.
I’ve come from the 11th dimension.
Where are you?
We are on Mars.
We’ve come so far.
Mars, the god of war, yeah, we have one foot on his planet,
but he has two feet on ours…solid.
Do you hear the drums of war?
Space is my place, but I live here,
like Jane’s says, “Way down low where the streets are littered,
I’ve found my place with the freaks…”
…and the whores.
“I love them whores, they never judge you. What can you say when you’re a whore?”
I’m a whore.
I am a whore.
Buy me and give me your seed,
cause and effect intersecting cause and effect reality,
the 11th dimension seed.
Where there is war, I bring peace…stillness.
Where there is peace, I bring war,
the war of a whore,
ripe and ready to give birth.
What is the child’s name?
You know by reason and your senses, and these are at war.
How can you grasp truth when experience and emotion equally deceive?
You must leap into a reality that is not yet perceived.
Faith is the door,
birthed by a whore,
access to a reality that is standing still.
Tightly wound, trust stillness.
A rock in a pond and the ripples flow out.
…and one, two, three and four cannot contain it.
These are the lessons
of the extra dimensions.
In my early days of grace, Pedro the Lion came to me singing honest songs of passion and a tortured faith. I shouldn’t be surprised that the leader of the band, David Bazan, converted from Christianity to agnosticism, but I am.
It kinda scares me too. If David could lose his faith, I could as well. I relate to this guy on a deep level. We’re both built for ambivalence.
I keep thinking, “David, tell me what kind of god you don’t believe in and I bet I don’t believe in him either.” Maybe the version of Christianity he rejected should be cast off.
But having no faith at all? Hell, I’d drink myself to death.
In fact, David did crawl into a bottle for a while. He talks about that and his current tour and new album on this NPR interview.