BREAKING: September 9th will be officially an entire month since the murder of Ferguson African-American unarmed teenage Michael Brown, at the hands of racist Ferguson PD Officer Darren Wilson. In this entire month, Officer Darren Wilson hasn't been heard from, he has literally disappeared. He still has not been arrested, charged, or indicted in the murder of Michael Brown.
Back in January, I profiled Matt Farley and his ingenious work-around for earning income inside a crumbling music industry. That profile was done via email, so it was only this weekend that I met the man in person when I drove to his house to record an episode of his new podcast.
It was lots of fun and it got me thinking, “Hey, I’ve done a lot of podcasts or radio interviews at this point. I should collect them all in one spot.” That spot is right here. All of these are either myself or the band taking part in a podcast, radio interview, or stand-up appearance. Enjoy one, none, or all. Roughly chronological:
The hermit’s only lesson, from 27 years of solitude, he claims is “Get enough sleep”
I’ve been thinking a lot about this advice.
I was thinking of getting enough sleep, and being safe enough to sleep soundly, as being an evolutionary advantage — those who consistently dream being the fittest of the species…Dreaming as evolutionary advantage.
The Strange & Curious Tale of the Last True Hermit
"I did examine myself," he said. "Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free."
Hey, I just realized that a song I sing on is #157 on the p-fork 200. I come in around 3:15 & holler til the end. My only guidance in the studio was from Stickles who said he would sing the New Jersey perspective, and I should cover the Boston angle. In fact all the strings, horns, and keys on that album were provided by HTH as it existed at the time. Very proud of that fact because even if I had nothing to do with it…it’s one of my favorite records of all time.
I’ve torn my house apart. I cannot find my 1999 college screenplay “The Problem Solvers” in which the US Government watches everyone through their TV set. I’m sure it was largely terrible, but now there’s no definitive proof that I was a teenage prognosticator.
THE PLOT AS I RECALL IT:
There are two underground organizations in America – first, The Trouble Makers, a guerilla group of rebels dedicated to disrupting the status quo in ways both small and large. They are opposed by The Problem Solvers, a classified subset of the CIA, who have a global monitoring system which allows them to monitor any situation in real time via cameras place in their TV sets. There are warehouses full of Problem Solver employees monitoring at all times.
Meanwhile, in a very small town in Alaska, a village drunkard wins the lottery via a scratch ticket. Being incredibly dumb he actually places he ticket in the mail to redeem his millions, and then blabs about it. By nightfall there’s a movement to storm the town’s post office and steal the winning ticket. Trouble Maker and Problem Solver agents are quickly dispatched, with opposing goals. The Problem Solver works with the town sheriff to return peace, the Trouble Maker agent works on everyone, trying to rile up unrest and cause a small scale revolution. Meanwhile, there’s a lot of other secondary characters and their soap-opera-y affairs are laid out for the audience.
The climax involved storming the post office, but instead of finding the million dollar scratch ticket, they all open eachother’s personal letters, learning way more than they want to know about each other. The Trouble Maker agent is killed, and he becomes a martyr. I got a B+.
There you are, and you suddenly realize that you are spending your whole life just barely getting by. You keep up a good front. You manage to make ends meed somehow and look OK from the outside. But those periods of desperation, those times when you feel everything caving in on you, you keep those to yourself. You are a mess. And you know it. But you hide it beautifully. Meanwhile, way down under all that you just know there has got be some other way to live, some better way to look at the world, some way to touch life more fully. You click into it by chance now and then. You get a good job. You fall in love. You win the game. and for a while, things are different. Life takes on a richness and clarity that makes all the bad times and humdrum fade away. The whole texture of your experience changes and you say to yourself, “OK, now I’ve made it; now I will be happy”. But then that fades, too, like smoke in the wind. You are left with just a memory. That and a vague awareness that something is wrong.
But there is really another whole realm of depth and sensitivity available in life, somehow, you are just not seeing it. You wind up feeling cut off. You feel insulated from the sweetness of experience by some sort of sensory cotton. You are not really touching life. You are not making it again. And then even that vague awareness fades away, and you are back to the same old reality. The world looks like the usual foul place, which is boring at best. It is an emotional roller coaster, and you spend a lot of your time down at the bottom of the ramp, yearning for the heights.
So what is wrong with you? Are you a freak? No. You are just human.