Neverland

Sometimes you need a vacation after your vacation. New Orleans was beautiful, again. We had a serious dent in our enjoyment however. Two years ago, when my finance and I visited New Orleans last, we stayed at Olde Town Inn. An independent hotel in the Marigny. It was not the best place, but it certainly had a charm. Enough so we booked a room there again this most recent trip. This time was a different story. After the first night there, we had all of our vacation cash stolen from our hotel room. Taken from our luggage to be precise. If that was not bad enough, the hotel management was unsympathetic and un-helpful. They would not check security cameras, they would not even say sorry. We were almost certain it was the cleaning staff. There was no forced entry, and the beds and towels had been serviced. Naturally, we wanted to check out. Again, the manager was nothing more than a roadblock here. They wanted to know why we wanted to check out, and at first refused to refund us for the nights we would not be staying. After some pushing, they begrudgingly agreed to refund the money. Though this now meant having to check into another hotel immediately. For the most part, that’s easy enough do to through your phone. There were some complications there too, but nothing worth detailing. My point, if you’re going to New Orleans, DO NOT stay at Olde Town Inn.

 

What you should do there is visit the Museum of Death. Your curiosity must be THIS morbid to enter though. A must for those interested in serial killers. I was most fascinated by the actual courtroom sketches from the Manson and Gacy trials on display. These sketches have appeared in many documentaries, and likewise I’ve seen them many times on screen, but not like that. There was also a copy of the psychology evaluation of Ed Gein, which visitors could read. Historical and celebrity death info was available too. All-around a grave-old time.

 

My whole vacation, I think my writing only saw an hour or two of attention. That really frustrates me now. I told myself not to fret over it, to relax and play videogames and have fun. Now, I wish I had done more writing. I worked on my music.

 

The weather is turning cold in Chicago. That means bundling up for work every morning. It also means I will be less inclined to step out for coffee or food now. Really, I don’t do so often anyway. It is just nice to have the option to go on a whim if I want. Some part of me is worried I’m becoming too much of a homebody. Am I just old and cranky?

 

Band practice resumes tonight. I’m hoping for the best, but things can change after a three or four week break. I am bracing myself now, not to take it hard if we don’t fall directly back in sync. Hopefully my brain switches off, and I just enjoy playing with the group like usual.

Every Million Years, a Spark

 

In the spirit of the season, I had started writing a blog detailing the construction of my past Halloween costumes. Four pages and several days into that, it is being filed under Bad Ideas. It was not until I was 18 that I could dress up, so the list is not too long exactly; Not like we would have to start back in childhood. There are too many details though, and I cannot imagine anyone reading the whole thing. Maybe they will end up as individual chapters in my AUTOBIOGRPAHY – Due out never. But, I love Halloween, now, and it is an exciting point of the year.

 

Only the minimal amount of progress has been made in the past 10 days or so. Too many plates spinning at once. I have been losing weight, slowly but surely, since July or August. But recently gained a little back. So, I dedicated a bit more time to exercising to control that. Of course, now I’m on vacation, and that’s never good for my routine. I will be flying to New Orleans in a few days. So outstanding food and drinks in my future. Something tells me more exercise is in my future as well. We also threw a pumpkin carving party at our apartment. We throw one every year. Then again, maybe I’m just making excuses as to why I’m not working on projects.

 

I feel like I spend more time on my music than writing lately. Music is an easier going process for me, and I’m sure that factors in a lot. I’m changing the project’s name again. Though, for the time being I will still refer to it as SPACE OPERA. This was intended to be an EP, and I’ve decided to cut it at six tracks maximum. A 3rd song is nearly complete, so things are looking good so far.

 

Season 3 of Mr. Robot started, which means my paranoia is inflamed. There are hundreds of marvelous and interesting TV shows out now, but the ones I have time for I generally don’t get obsessed with. Shows like Mr. Robot and Twin Peaks however are exceptional. I also lookout for more info on them, and have extended conversations with other fans. Although, fans of Mr. Robot are hard to fine, outside of Reddit. I watched one episode of Electric Dreams, which was quite enjoyable. It felt fresh. I’m giving Star Trek: Discovery a full season before judging. As a lifelong Star Trek fan, I don’t want to dismiss anything right away. I mean, I did with Enterprise, but most people would agree that was the right call.

 

I conceived a new story, jotted what came to me down for later. So, at least my brain has not stopped producing. It is a Sci-Fi story. If or when I will get around to that is another question. I am going to keep details under my hat for now.

 

10/19/2017

What Do We Call You?

Made decent progress with my solo music project this week. Quite pleased with it so far. However, I have been considering changing the name. Currently writing under the name Space Opera, but that might not fit with how I plan future albums to sound. I want this EP to sound sci-fi like, so am keeping that in mind when picking and tweaking synths. Somewhere down the line though, I may want the music to sound more organic. I do really like the name Space Opera though, and I could only find one band with the same name; a classic rock act from decades ago. Maybe I should do more research before making a decision. My first choice for an alternative name is Falling Ovation. My intuition though says to hold that for something special. I don’t even know what.

 

This year, I may break a personal record for how long it takes to put on my Halloween costume. A few years ago I was Babadook, and the whole thing took me just over an hour. Sixty minutes of that was applying the makeup. It was worth it. Lots of compliments on that costume. Prior to that, I think the longest it took me was nearly an hour to put on my Zorg costume. However, that costume was crappy. More details about Halloween costumes to come in a later blog.

 

Virtually no writing was done this week, due to necessary Halloween costume work. Know there were going to be tasks to accomplish later on in the week, and band practice, I decided to move writing to the back burning last week. This is not my first choice, but certain times come for certain measures.

Discombobulated

Life is so much better when you do not have to go to your day job. My day off midweek was put to good use. I fished a piece for my short story collection, changed the strings on all my guitars, worked on some new music – both for the band I’m in and for my own project – and made a little progress on my Halloween costume. Did some house work, too; but that is not particularly thrilling.

 

I need to start considering which writing project I want to pursue following this collection of shorts. That is quite far off, but I always feel better being prepared and having my sights ahead. Not sure I want to talk further about what those projects might be.

 

All I day I’ve been feeling discombobulated, especially when forming sentences. So, this will be a short blog entry.

 

9/29/17

Cursed Spiders

Last week’s blog entry was not done on time due to life. Life! Anyone who lives in the Chicagoland area, or nearby, knows how unfairly hot it was outside. That temperature can put a damper on one’s creativity. So, add a broken windshield on top of that, and someone can lose their ambition entirely for that week. I went out to my car for work, to find a spider waiting for me inside. I am comically arachnophobic, by the way. Often, I try to capture spiders when they’re in my home or car, or whatever, and let them loose outside. Me being afraid of something is insufficient to pronounce a death sentence. In this instance though, when it is 5:00AM and I need to get to work, it was me or him (Mr. Spider). I slapped the glass to end the spider…and ended up cracking my windshield; enough to require a full replacement instead of a repair job. Arranging to have the windshield replaced and actually getting it done, that might be a short story down the road. And at the end, immediately after it was fixed something went wrong with my motor blower. I can’t win. With band practice and some other personal matters to attend, only a modicum of progress was made on my short story collection.

 

I did start a new song for the band I am in. Maybe not the best move, considering they are in the early stages of learning two other songs I presented recently. But, when inspiration strikes, it should not be dismissed. The other members in the band are quite talented. I’m almost in disbelief that I get to work with them. Everything I bring to the table, they each add their own touch to it, and the songs are sounding impressive. My solo music project, a synth-wave sound called Space Opera, is coming along. Two songs are done, and I have clear ideas for a few more. It will be just an EP, which I’ll probably release for free on Bandcamp.

 

Since the beginning of his career, I have been a fan of Darren Aronofsky. NOAH was the only blackspot on his filmography, until now. After serious consideration, I landed unconditionally negative on MOTHER! For me, it absolutely crossed the line between art and offensive. Much like how I felt about Lars Von Trier’s ANTICHRIST and the film CONTRACTED. I cannot recommend this film. What you watch and what you think is your business, but this one was a resounding “Nope!” in my opinion. I do not believe in banning films. They are played in theaters and peoples’ homes, and not in open view where the public has to move by and see it unwillingly. Ultimately, I was curious about the movie, so I saw it; only this turned out in the rare case where I regretted it.

 

Oh well. I’m moving on. Hoping by next blog entry I will have watched both available episodes of Star Trek Discovery.

 

9/25/17

Let's Play

The rewrites for my upcoming short story collection have gone slower than preferred. However, I am happy to be making any progress. This project is not something sitting on the shelf and collecting dust, which is more than what some can say about their own work. I devote what time I have, making sure to write each day, and am letting it ripen naturally. There are other things in my life that need attention too though. Fun things, responsible adult things, etc. So much to do, so little time, as they say. Ultimately, I am pleased with how the collection is shaping up. I only hope there is an audience for it once the collection is published and available.

 

I really have not taken time out to do a “DJ” set for Stardazer Avenue in quite some time. Too long, probably. Those were nothing more than sessions of me playing music for fun and relaxation. But, fun and relaxation are important uses of one’s time. There has though actually been movement on my synthwave project, Space Opera. By the time it’s done, who knows if it could be considered synthwave or just a mess. I have also been in the early stages with a new Chicago post-punk, gothy band. Stay tuned.

 

I got engaged! That has nothing to do with my art, but exciting still. As that’s a private matter, I’ll probably be more reserved about that information as we make progress towards the BIG DAY. Suffice to say, I feel positive about this change in my life. People have already asked if I’m nervous or whatnot. I really don’t see what there is to be nervous about, as far as the subject of my soon-to-be wife. Something always goes wrong the day of a wedding, and sure I’m nervous about factors like that. But, those are all out of our control, and the best thing to do is roll with the punches.

 

Work, real life work that is, needs to go away; far away. We could all say that, I suppose.

 

I’m going to try and post a blog every week now. I’ve made that claim before though. Oh well. Let’s see how this goes – Which is what they should carve on my tombstone.

9/15/2017