3/4 THERE

Typing this on August 31 at 2:53pm, so you will see this tomorrow September 1st.

I’m from the future!

The year is 3/4 gone and as we all say in unison: “THIS WENT FAST!” The summer especially sped by like it was caught robbing a bank. For me personally, the first few months of this year were honestly a pain in the ass. Slow and croaking along, felt like there was no end in sight. But once Memorial Day weekend hit, my life just went ZOOM!

Actually played some real live gigs! Mother of all things holy…I strapped on a piece of wood with strings, made noise and a few bucks too. While it’s okay playing cover songs (I still say cover bands are way more cut-throat than original ones), I want to get back to doing my own music. But not so fast, Sparky…

I will never lie to anyone: my confidence was shattered real bad due to the lack of warmth surrounding my last cd. I was proud of it, and can still be, but I equate “albums sold” with “good stuff”. Not so. There are moments on that album where I can say “That was some cool shit” but other parts, no. Some of you may say or think “You’re being too critical” and you’d be right. But I tried a bit too hard to write super-heavy music and it didn’t click well with people. I own up to my errors and am hoping to right the wrongs.

But as I always opine, I can’t and won’t force things to happen. A few blogs back, I expressed interest in trying my hand at a funk/fusion thing, and while I had some decent ideas, my black heart still wants things heavy. Doesn’t always have to mean gobs of distortion. More about conviction and attitude. If I don’t feel it, why play it? A funk riff here and there is cool, but too much of it can be monotonous. I still enjoy the new Cory Wong album but to do a WHOLE album like that? It wouldn’t work for me. Maybe more fusion elements? Yeah I can do those. But again…if there’s no balls behind it, what’s the point? There’s plenty of room-temperature artists out there.

You spot ’em, okay?

And while I won’t make any stellar predictions at all, I do feel a change is coming. What it is, I have no clue. Could be a false alarm and I continue my life as a basement dweller surrounded by guitars, amps, and cats. Or the muse might say “Okay Bello, you did your penance, here’s your reward.”

I’m pretty friggin’ deep for a metal player, huh?

Or am I not metal enough?

I simply don’t care anymore.

I write and play MUSIC.

Period.