Wow,
Wow,
Wow.
That’s my first thought at last night. I spent some time of the development of project I’ve been working on for other musicians last night. Musicians that like to do house concerts specifically. You can see it at Concerts In Your Home.com. Anyway, some nice changes for how artists sign up and edit their profiles have occurred. It’s a good thing.
I don’t know if it was some sort of exhaustion or the time but I crawled into bed and simply could not shut off. Anyone that knows me knows that I very rarely have trouble sleeping. Generally I can pass out anywhere when needed. But last night was some sort of wacky time field. Maybe my body was telling me I sleep too much or something. Could it have been the cleaner air since the fires are pretty much out and the smoke has cleared? I don’t know.
Whatever it was it was stupid.
In the wake of 5 a.m. I was on the phone to a friend who called when he saw that I was awake. He claims he’s a vampire which is why he was up. Another friend helped to point me at the leader of Pandora when she saw that fans of mine where attempting to barrage the genome project with requests to make a station of my music. I know my music has been sent to them at least 3 times. It remains not there. Thus Jody Gnant the lovely musician out of Phoenix who was also dealing with insomnia last night began twittering me with who to contact. It led me to a new friend on Facebook. In turn I’m hoping it will lead to something good there.
Yet another friend was up late as well, posting messages stating she couldn’t sleep. So many people. So little sleep. Actually I was on the phone yesterday with a friend in Colorado. I was telling her something was out of sync with the world yesterday. I could feel it. It was in the way people were driving and the way people were acting on the phone. So weird. Do you feel like yesterday shouldn’t have happened?
I have to dig back into a song by Preston Reed called Synchromesh. It was a toss up of this or Steve Vai’s Chronic Insomnia. Both are artistically amazing tunes. One has a grove and pulse that could very well sync up the soul, the other is jarring and requires tension. I thought it better to go with the song that wouldn’t cause your ears to bleed. Though I will say Steve summed up Chronic Insomnia very well. And I don’t have chronic insomnia. So far it was only last night.
Preston has a great knack for rhythm. For stringing melodies and chords with a passionate strum that hits you at the core of your being. In looking back at another post about things being out of sync, it’s funny how it’s got very similar aspects in life. This time around more people seem to be out of sync rather than two.
As for Preston. The man can play a guitar. As was once told to me by a fan, “I have a guitar… But you can truly play a guitar!” I would dare to say there’s a lot of people that would hear Preston and say the very same thing to him. Hell, even I’d say it to him. All kinds of technique wrapped up in a cool acoustic package. I bet he can make women weep with the strumming of his guitar as his fingers fly around the skating rink of strings. Don’t ya think?
Tomorrow I think I will ask for help from you the reader about Single of the Day. Until then, hope your world is in sync and that you’re getting rest.