Radio Waves Lie, I have no alibi
As we near closer to the completion of this album I am going through the typical personality crises that are amplified around times of accomplishment. It isn't just about 'is this album any good?', its about 'where does this achievement place me in the history of human accomplishment?'. Let's not go into that because then I'll just be here for two hours talking about blah blah depressed and blah blah ecstatic.
Also, I realize that I should probably start marketing or sending out this music to people. I should have started with "Heart of Gold" or earlier. I mean, people will like it, its more accessible (though still as crazy or crazier) than the other albums, but its just a matter of getting it out to their ears. I don't know, I just assume that whatever I hear, everybody else hears, like this strange global shared experience. So when I'm listening to the song "Love Plus One" by Haircut 100 in my head, I am also imagining that if I start singing it in the supermarket the cashier will start singing along.
Cashier - Rain
Tyler - Rain
Cashier - Rain
Tyler - Rain and a
Cashier - Rain and a
Tyler & Cashier - La la Love plus one
Because that song seems like such a milestone of pop music, right? But you don't know it and you haven't heard it. And you don't know James Rabbit's new album and you haven't heard it either? So doesn't make those things the same somehow?
I guarantee there will be a few things on this album that you haven't heard before. You will be surprised. You may even be pleasantly surprised. I just have a few songs to put lyrics to and two to record rhythm tracks for, but those will be a walk in the park.
I had a dream the other night where I was being surrounded by children who thought I was the new Jesus. I was in a park babysitting an acoustic guitar of medium quality for Ian and a child circled around me, taking piece by piece of the guitar as he went. Another group of children sat nearby, examining the situation. To escape the responsibility of the guitar and to hide from the increasingly creepy children, I went and hid in a thrift store that was closed (as it was night time), even though a bunch of people were in it. A child helped me pick out some disguise clothes, which were just bigger versions of my older clothes and we left the thrift store.
I drove. I drove from the island that the thrift store was on to dry land. This was a scary manouver, I just remember descending from a rocky protrusion from the ocean onto the road near an industrial district, swerving and stepping on the gas to avoid the closing railroad tracks as the train got ready to come by. Driving back to my house (with the now nonexistent waif) I had to go down a series of staircases in the car and the visual effect was just like in a game like Grand Theft Auto where, if you are driving a car and you change the view, you see things as if your eyes sat between the headlights of the car. As we were going down the staircases, groups of children kept on coming up trying to stop us, in V formations, with the number of children in the phalanx increasing each time, from one to three to five to nine, and so forth.
I knew I couldn't be intercepted by the children, because there was a growing number of them amassing behind me and I knew if they got me they would never let me go. Also, allow me to interrupt myself for a minute. I have this weird dream consciousness where, as the dream is going, I know its a dream mostly but I suspend disbelief enough to really worry about things sometimes. For example, I think if I am trapped somewhere in the dream, I will not be able to wake up from that dream. Eventually we got home and I was sitting on the couch and I saw the sky rippling blue above the television. I went out into the backyard and saw Conner and a hobo sitting around a bonfire. Conner had let the hobo come and live with us and they were just keeping warm.
I went into the bathroom and flushed the toilet and the water in the bowl went down and made a broken sound and sputtered and then things started coming out of the bathroom sink. Pepsi bottles. Pepsi bottles and cups formerly housing soda. Grayson was behind it. Nobody had to say anything, I knew Grayson was behind it.