2010 has been interesting so far.

I’ve been playing and practicing and writing. I have two of my songs basically completed, with lyrics and everything. I’ve decided that, though it may not be what I want to do, I definitely want to be able to be a solo performer and lead singer. That ambition will make me better at what I already do, and soaking myself in lyrics and taking myself out of my element and pushing my limits is already paying off.

I’m going into the cruise week (10 days away) with a mission.\

While that happens, I’ve had all sorts of referrals and recommendations come my way, which is very cool. I was recommended for Goldie’s band, for The Motif by Morris, played with Stu on his solo show, just did the casino gig with SUG.

Laura was up here last week and basically carried me around to Buckhorn and to the Dove for Roger Clyne with Hickman/Dalton. Great show – really got some nice perspective, really enjoyed being at a good show where I didn’t know any of the songs and was still impressed.

And I might have found a new theme song..


Caught a birth
Caught a funeral
Caught a wedding bell
I can walk a straight line in a dizzy spell
I’m screening my calls
I’m whitening my teeth
I’ve got a smile for every stranger that I meet
I can leap the tallest mortgage in a single bound

Hey now
Hey now
Look at me
I’m captain suburbia
I’m ligthting all the birthday candles in utopia
I’m a bird
I’m a plane
I’m captain suburbia
The weeds will grow
The grey will show
and my garage will overflow
Now lucky me I’m captain suburbia

I’m not too young for anything anymore
I meet all my friends and neighbors at the liquor store
I’m mechanically inclined
I’m blissfully insane
I’m rescuing the sacred from the jaws of the mundane
I’m living the dream
Now I can sleep through anything

Hey now (hey now) x4
Look at me
I’m captain suburbia
I’m blowing out all the birthday candles in utopia
I’m a bird
I’m a plane
I’m captain suburbia
The weeds will grow
The grey will show
and my garage will overflow
Lucky me I’m captain suburbia

I’m tucking in the kids
We’re running out of beer
and honey, we need to talk
are the only words I fear

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