Miraculous Conception

I bet only 3 people would remember what the title of this post came from. Heres a hint: it's a label for something; an old time that foreshadowed what's upcoming and where the sound came from. 7 Years later: the roots of those days flourish as the backbone towards expressing some kind of nature; some kind of soul.

All of a sudden, I've come down with a case of ghostly chills. Certain strings seem to always break during parts of Josie's bitter emotional revenge. Oh you don't know Josie yet, do you? Well read on and I might introduce her.

There is a time and a place; this is neither the time or place.

Ghosts? Well they fight back sometimes. I close my eyes and envision sensations when the songs peak, yet recently my curse infects my mind. Curse? More like a haunting that seems to implore feelings of nostalgia and glamor. Glamor you say? Only got tainted when time expired. Thus this ghost stains my dear Josie's reverberish screams. Distorting every note and intention I had, the haunted cries erupt unintentionally. I'm sorry! I can't help it, but I like it!

The worst is over? Then when does the fun begin?

Take Note: every thought, memory, and emotion, is fucking history for everyone to see. But I have a story to tell thats worth listening. People see everything, but they never seem able to hear what was important:

Listen up: Love Lost The Soul.

I smashed her into my amp

Broken noise erupted from our chaos

Dazed and out of tune, everyone tried to stop her

Nothing was played right; yet all heard what heart meant

As she bashed into oblivion, I tossed her straight

Life would never make sense after true emotion

Josie - Breathtaking Lover Who

Mother's My Creativity; My Beloved Friend;

My Soul.

Up On Your Feet Boy!

Whenever you're sad and confused, figure it out loudly.

More Morphine!!!

New Flame; Revived Sounds

Covers are always entertaining and fun to fill a set list's empty gaps. Bands who only do covers replay what the original composure dictates. The crowd loves hearing old, familiar throwbacks, and thus everyone is happy in the musical scene.

But what if an old song never lived up to some unknown potential? I'm striving to rekindle the original's spark, yet light it up brighter than ever. Constantly I find myself searching live archives to discover a version that really rocks out the studio's original piece. Sometimes songs are done absolutely perfect live and can't be played any louder, see At The Drive-In:

They put their best into their live shows and the result evoked genius out of the music they created. Playing their souls out like it was their last chance, while simultaneously dancing insanely around the stage, the band absolutely kills their material live. A show is meant to showcase what you've worked hard on, not to just play your songs. Which brings back my dilemma: there are amazing classic songs that were never played right live. It's sour to watch a live performance that has no energy, no swagger, and seems restricted to simple recreation of the original tune. Thats what will change when you hear the sound emitting from the Mothnest. Live for you ladies and gentleman, a completely new voice screaming out the way music should always be played.

Be prepared for the storm brewing...

None will ever top the legendary showman's live show

Buddy Guy just gets better as he ages

"You'll Never Die And You'll Never Grow Old"

Enlightenment

What can I say... I learned from the best:

"John Anthony Mother Fucking Frusciante!!!" ~ cried Flea

A.W.O.L.

Isn't it fascinating how music can relate to you as it overtakes your mentality and sense of self? Late nights I sometimes find myself addicted to listening to an album that can just kill my time while I ease into enlightenment. Sometimes consciousness can be inspired by tranquility alone. But enough now.... I just might be up to something else.

"Don't use big words, 'cause they mean so little.

Just hurry up and keep it simple."

Ignorance is Bliss

Sheriff's Back In Town.

I'm Not Sick, But I'm Not Well

"Paranoia, paranoia!

Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me"

I like to turn off time and kill my mind too.

What to say? Well absolutely nothing. Politics never meant much really, I've spun into something else that can't be explained currently. Give me time, well don't just waste this. If words transform to sounds then this world might seem reasonable to renounce my intentions.

Regardless, I remain in emotional leave temporarily. Why? Well in order to breathe in, you have to always breathe out... What if its not what you want? Then tough luck, you've made your choices.

However, Mothball stands by originality:

"You'll Never Die And You'll Never Grow Old"

I'd Love Some Morphine.