Weird Beard Vibe

I honestly don't mean to alienate people. But whenever I'm asked to recommend a current, new release, people aren't too psyched when I say, "I really like 'Sanojesi Aarelle' by Horna" (or something similar). It's always been like that, my friends. I'm a minority and I'll always be a minority. What blows me away doesn't blow the rest of the world away. I'm 40 years old, I'm pretty used to being a weirdo.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs + le Paj

FYI and shit: I've been jamming with the YEAH YEAH YEAHS. We're gonna touch the road soon so please come and check it out, say hello, etc.

Damaged Yet Pure

Had dinner at Pizza Buona, best pie in LA. The poor kid in front of me barfed all over himself and the customers ate regardless of the smell. I wasn't grossed out, I felt sorry for the kid and family.

Another productive stretch and so much has been achieved. I'm still swimming through the days tasks in a dream, barely conscious. Can't wait to clear my head of this fog, open up my ears again, and step out into the light.

Did a ghost really pass through the hallway just now?

Revenge of the Meek

It's been a hectic week and I have been working and traveling hard, in a dream-like state. Despite fractured health I force myself to do what's right for loved ones. I can't force myself to lie down but I think I might give it another shot. I have become friends with the angels but I still prefer comics about demons.

Turn Into

I packed up my stuff, feeling beat down with expectation. But something in my heart was just so sure that it would work.

And sure enough,

sure enough,

it did.

Amen, Omens!

I always get row 13. We've had two Friday the thirteenths in a row. M is the thirteenth letter of the Roman alphabet. Black cats and 13 have been nothing but good luck for me.

Wow.

Got some really big, really important news to share-- can't wait to spill the beans! But I have to keep it under my hair helmet, at least for the next few days.

Remember

Just because the economy sucks it doesn't mean you're less of a person than anyone else. You may have lost your job or hit hard financial times, but it doesn't make you any less powerful or talented. It just means the economy sucks.

Thursday the Twelfth

Friday the Thirteenth has always been my lucky day, I look forward to the wondrous occurrences. Unfortunately Thursday the Twelfth usually bites.

I Do Not Dream About You

It's admirable how many shirts one can iron amongst all the other things to forget on the procrastination list. Cinderella must have had some powerful scheduling software before the Prince upgraded her with slaves. I wish I could dream of owning big houses and estates but I can't seem to control my dreams-- they have a non-physical life of their own.

Months That Aren't Names But Should Be

March. July. October. Good names for children, pets, and guitars. Not good for cars, bands, or genitalia.

The Dark Prince of Hollywood

Haven't been to Disneyland since 1979, I'm an old fucker! Wish I could time machine back to see what it was like because I don't remember any of the sweet details.

Can't wait to go back tomorrow. On a warm, overcast day.

Twitter Dis

Instead of sleeping I decided to go on Twitter.

Please add me:

twitter.com/davidpajo

I'll still blog roll this site, but one-liners will go on Twitter-dee.

Twitter-dum.

How Times Do Quickly Go

Crazy-o. I am washed out from lack of caffeine, and as ready as I'll ever be to play these songs. Too nervous to admit, we do what we do to make it through. Anxiety begone!

Flickering

Still rolling with the culture shock of being in LA. After driving for 35 hours I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the strong personalities. Had a late dinner with Tom Petty's daughter last night.

Steering Wheel Man

I arrived at the Landmine Marathon / Vital Remains show just in time to miss them-- so bummed. But I was beat and got to get in a small bit of hang time. Graciously (pun intended) given a cozy room to catch up on sleep. I'm a driving monster. This is my farewell ride to The Pony so I'm opening it up at every stretch of road I can.

Missives From The Space Shuttle

Been driving 10-11 hours a day-- Currently in Amarillo TX-- Still sniffling and congested, can't seem to kick this cold before the show-- Black Metal, exclusively-- Practicing desperately in hotel rooms before the cleaning lady kicks me out--

California Healing

I don't know what's wrong with me. Sick again. I used to get feverish once every five or six years, tops. I feel like I've spent all winter sneezing and taking ibuprofen.

Ah, old age.

I may have finished recording all the drums for the album this morning. What a task it's been! I'll be tidying up and repairing the tracks for the next few days but I'm still hesitant to believe that I can pack up the mics and tear down the drums.

I leave for LA soon to play some solo shows that I haven't even thought about yet. Haven't found the space in my mind to even contemplate playing solo.

I'll finally share the name and concept behind the record I'm currently working on in the next week or so. Just waiting to confirm a few details.

Kill Kill

I know what I want it to sound like, I'm just too damn stubborn to let anyone help me. I know so many great drummers but I just can't fathom not doing it myself. So I write out these beats and practice the hell out of 'em. When it gets to a point, I hit record. And reCord. And REcord. Over and over, until I'm sure I've got something useable. All those sweaty hours, I've busted out the deodorant and the ice hasn't melted in two weeks.

Today I deleted all the drum tracks I have so far. Every fucking one of them. I was so bummed when I discovered that my overheads didn't get printed-- I need overheads-- that I didn't think twice about deleting, erasing, and erasing free space just to make sure they were gone for good.

Grrr.

Welcome to my weird world. I'm desperate to go out but I have too many tempo maps still to make. So I stay in with guitars and a monitor while the bands I want to see tear the roof off of some dive. I hung around with the wrong people and got lazy at one point in my life. Now I'm letting my OCD shine like hands scrubbed several times an hour.

Studio Blizzard

The snowstorm is within. Ribbon elements being stretched and frozen, compressors going belly up from frostbite, digital inputs frosting over. Everything is in such a mood.

Soldier on. While the pile of dead gear reaches higher and higher, invest in a bigger graveyard.