What Do You Want From Me? I Can't Guess!!!
I've got insane plans for upcoming albums, including a short album with three really long songs on it and a two cd set of singles from our (fictitious) glam years. I've got ideas for their covers and ideas for their songs and ideas for everything except I've got no idea how to get all these other ones that we're working on out of the way. I asked myself today if we still knew the third of Too Loud for the In Crowd that we wrote. Because we still have to finish that before we can release Continental. Oh Sam, what are you up to thats better than James Rabbit?
I'm going to lean slightly towards playing live shows. Max and Conner seem pretty good at doing them constantly and I'm a pretty good performer, maybe we'll put a seven song set together or something, bring some relevance to Fresno live music. Although, there are a few things we need to do before this. Primarily, we need a guitarist, someone that can fucking hang in there. Nobody too jaded, I don't want any drinkers or philanderers. Mainly, we need somebody who has a suspiciously large amount of free time and picks up things ridiculously fast.
How do you find a guitarist though? I mean everybody plays the guitar, but I'm kind of looking for upper-quartile abilities and somebody that I can also get along with. So that eliminates about 98% of all guitar players. So lets say that there are one thousand guitarists in America that fit this bill. And lets say that two hundred of those are in california. 60 are in san francisco, 50 are in northern california, 60 are in southern california, leaving 15 in rural parts of the state and 15 in the central valley. Now, of the fifteen in the central valley, there are about two of these who go to parties and aren't drinkers or philanderers, so basically what I have to do is start going to parties (never mind the fact that I don't want to see anybody I know and I don't want to talk to anybody that I don't know) and ask everybody randomly a) if the play the guitar b) if they are good enough to play for us c) if they have the free time. Or we could just hold auditions and perform character exams:
"Okay, could you play the C# melodic minor scale while lying upside-down? Oh, and while you do that, would you like us to fix you a dry martini? No? Well, that's great (approving scribbles)... How many James Rabbit albums have you heard? ... No, no we didn't do that song... no, you're thinking of James Brown."
School is closing in for Conner and Max and potential guitarists. When we finish Cavalier (the album after Continental) I'll get a job. I don't know what the fuck what after that. We'll keep on doing albums. Summers don't always work like they should and they finish before you are done with them. I don't know what the fuck went wrong with this one. Last Summer we did Artillery and then had all the rest of the time for The Drop. This Summer it was like we started doing an album and that pissed away and now we're in the middle of another album but the end of the tunnel keeps on getting further away and we've still got this other one to do after this one and the semi-aborted one. And THEN we get to do the ones that I was writing right before summer began. So lets not even consider the ones I was writing for at the beginning of summer. And lets not even consider considering the ones I was outlining on the train today. Because when the past hasn't happened yet, and will not happen in the forseeable future, the present is just a static mess.
My first band, Doomsday Parade, did about eleven or twelve "albums". Every time we 'practiced' we would 'learn' a song and then I would secretly record it on one of our parents boomboxes, and if it went really well, the other members would get copies. I had a sheet of paper that had a list of album names up to twenty, and I just really wanted that list to come to life, so I recorded the other eight albums without the band. Actually our double album (Number 14, titled "Crankesque") I recorded with the band in the room, but they were playing Final Fantasy Seven. After our twentieth album, "Casino Crusader", which was pretty much just French Horn and Drums, I broke up the band without telling anybody.
But James Rabbit has seen too many miniature successes to call it quits. I mean, not many successes that you would acknoweldge, but a lot of intangible ones, like the rehersal tapes to "Trauma Season" are a pretty entertaining listen. We did an album where we did fifty songs and for each copy randomly selected a tracklist of 25, that's pretty cool. I just want to get this stuff done. You won't love it, you will not even hear it. I don't know what I want and I don't know what drives me. But its driving me batty this Summer.
The idea behind Summer is that it is a tease, it is three months of deceptive freedom. And once you have that deceptive freedom for good, you just look up at all of your peers who are locked up in prison and wonder, whose windshield to you have to smash to get in there with them?