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August 30, 2006
Stevie
Have you ever listened to What the Fuss? Dude. I saw stevie at namm a couple years ago. If i'd known then what i know now i'd have tackled him out of sheer excitement. Which i'm sure his bodyguards would've loved. There's nothing blind men love more than being tackled by a stranger. Ok, now i'm on Superstition. AAAHHHH!!! This music inspires me more than most i've ever heard. And Living for the City? Don't even get me started. How are you? I haven't seen most of you in a long time. Come to plush next tuesday. Two words: gummy bears. yeah, you know how i do.
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August 28, 2006
oh man
oh man oh man oh man. I'm at one of my favorite coffee shops right now and Coldplay's "The Scientist" just came on. Oh man. Takes me right back. And makes me want to record music. Because this guy is a terrible singer. Europe with Ty. That's what it reminds me of. Amsterdam to be specific.
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August 24, 2006
Life
It just goes on. You can't stop it. And america has placed my hope in life in the future. But i say no. I say it's here now. Whew, sometimes i exhaust myself with all of that crap. Let's see... i'm sitting here the yorba linda friends coffee shop (which is freaking awesome, by the way), waiting to soundcheck. And i'm excited. Because i think i'm done playing the game. I didn't show up with an entourage. I don't have scantily clad women hanging on me. The only woman i need is in a class right now. So many of the people I know in music play the game. Well, they can dress however they like and hang out with so-and-so. I'm gonna sing. I think that's enough.
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August 22, 2006
Stop all wars now
I just got a myspace add request from a group claiming that war is not the answer, doesn't work, and are demanding that all wars, especially ours in Iraq, stop now. The question of whether or not wars "work" or are "the answer" is not my point today. "War is not the answer". The answer to what? The very fact that we need an answer is my point. I forget sometimes. I forget that we've been lied to and deceived. Not by our president, not by Donald Rumsfeld, by someone much more powerful than they. The lie is that peace is attainable. The lie is that happiness is possible and a utopia could exist. The lie is that we have all we need.
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August 21, 2006
when i get there...
you better be ready to rocksteady. go back and listen to it, it'll only be better. I think i'm finally back to 100% health and am so thankful for it. You don't know what you got till it's gone. Last week was completely wasted so this week i've got to play catchup. I want to go on the road again. It's time, i can feel it. Don't worry Curtis, it wont be for a while. But Ty just put all the videos from a couple of tours up on a site all their own and it poured gasoline all over the small flame that i've been feeling lately. You can check them out here: http://www.chriscoxmusic.com/Videos/videos.htm. My friend Jeremy rides a vespa and he just showed up here at my favorite coffee shop. So i'm going to make this one brief. Vespas are sweet.
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August 17, 2006
ill
I haven't been sick like that in a long time. Things got bad, real bad. I thank God for Kristi, whose name my computer doesn't like the spelling of. ... and now it does. This week i've been burning it at both ends if you know what I mean. We went last night and saw Little Miss Sunshine, which was just great. Great like Garden State. I have the hiccups right now.
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August 14, 2006
So fresh and so clean, clean
Every time I do laundry i find myself in a desperate search for the currency of cleanliness: quarters. You know what i'm talkin about. I never seem to have any when i need them. Plenty of dimes and nickels, but those don't do me a lot of good. Wait! Wait! I found one! Okay, i just need 6 more. So i scour the floor of my car and the floor of my room, and then am faced with the dilemma. It's the same every time. My roommates' gigantic thing of change sitting on his table. Oh yeah, there are definitely quarters in there. But... ehh, no, i can't do it. I just can't. well maybe just one.
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August 13, 2006
The hook brings you back
I can't help it. I just love pop music. I'm trying to educate myself by listening to otis redding and i really really really dig it. He is the og soul singer. But the best tune, by far, of his is in my opinion "Don't mess with cupid". I think i'm starting to get it.
There are things I think about so much that whenever a conversation about them materializes, i find myself at a complete loss for words. One of these things is what makes good music good music. What makes good art good art?
i guess this is pointless because i cannot define for myself either the word "good" or "art". I guess the idea that art can be "good" and "bad" is the very thing that prevents me from talking about the subject.
Ok, well here's the thought that led me down this road: I can't stand it when people turn music into pie charts and equations. This goes for songwriting, the sound of a persons voice when singing, the notes they sing, everything. It has to be honest, all the way. It's a life thing, not a music thing.
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August 09, 2006
Instructions
You have to feel pain. You have to suffer in life. This is a truth that realizes itself every day for me. More and more I realize the areas in my life where I'm eating the ground beef instead of the filet because it's cheaper and I'm hungry. I've wasted so much time, settled so many times, built my life on top of sand. Michael Cane said it best in The Weather Man: "Do you know that the hard thing to do and the right thing to do are often the same thing?".
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August 07, 2006
Am i rich enough?
If Mic Jagger ever falls on hard times, he could just sell himself at McDonald's. Can't you just hear it now...
"hi, i'll have a big mac, an order of chicken McNuggets, and a McJagger."
"Would you like ridiculously tight leather pants with that?"
"sure, why not?"
He comes through the window in a gigantic greasy paper bag, dancing like an idiot chicken, which makes the bag move and shake as it's passed to the hungry customer.
"that'll be $47,000,000.00 please."
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August 06, 2006
oh look... that bike is still here
Coming home after any length of time away always feels good. I just got back from a great week in nor cal, leading worship at a camp for high schoolers. It's always a great week, and this year was hands down the best yet. It made me itch to get out on the road again. I love touring. I love playing in far away places to people i've never met. I need to do it again soon. It's good for me. There's nothing like trying to find a gas station in hunters point at three in the morning. (that last comment was for san-franciscians only). Okay, a little explanation... on our last trip we drove overnight to san fran and ended up needing gas at the aforementioned hour in the absolute worst neighborhood imaginable. Even i, muscles bulging, was fearful as we drove our cash-mobile past the dealers and pimps. Anyway we finally found a gas station and we walk up to pay the attendant, needing to use the restroom and purchase some caffeine. We talk the guy into letting us in and as he opens the door the first thing he says is "you no have gun?" Of course, Mike did have his gat with him, but we weren't going to use it on this poor gentleman. Anyway, those types of experiences are what you really remember. Anyway, i've returned from up north with songs inside. like a record's worth. Even as I write this i'm trying to decompress them. A week far away from the internet will do that to you.
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