1863

All:

Hello All... Happy Wednesday.  Happy almost Thanksgiving... 

Thank you MOG for letting me stream this Jazz at Massey Hall album by The Quintet. 

Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Bud Powell, Max Roach, and Charlie Mingus... 

wow. 

You know it's a good jazz record when every player on it is an epic solo name in their own right.  

So... just wanted to give some thanks here in general for everything... Feeling extra grateful lately. My time off from the band in the last year has been incredible... such a blessing to be able to step away from the lifestyle that the guys and I have shared since we were 12 years old and experience life from a different perspective. I've never felt more appreciative of all the people all around the world who have been a part of our lives... and I'm super excited to be coming back for the next album... We're gonna start writing together soon and then even tho I won't be playing live on the rest of the Overexposed tours, I will be in the studio whenever we start recording for the next album... 

And in the meantime I'm continuing my studies of piano and guitar and composition and more excited and inspired by music than ever before. 

I'm also very excited to be building a website for my 1863 side project... Fun. 

Also, one thing I've seen lately on twitter that I wanted to clarify was some quote that was being retweeted about how I was taking time off from the band to study "spiritual" things, and... I don't have a problem with that word... but I don't remember saying that... I did study some massage and craniosacral bodywork stuff earlier in my break and I think I said I was going to be focusing on the "healing arts" and maybe that got interpreted as spiritual stuff... I only mention it because I don't want anyone to think that I think there is some separate realm of life that is sacred and spiritual and that I needed to take time off from the wordly realm to be able to explore that realm... I think that if there is any such thing as a spiritual realm it is everywhere and in everything... 

So... that's that... I LOVE you guys and I'm super stoked to be alive right now with y'all and a part of these crazy & beautiful times.

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!!! 

See you soon, 

xo

There's a funny thing that our love can bring

It can make me extra sentimental

For the little things

Like the radio and the telephone

And the warm embrace of all your memories

All my friendly hours alone

They don't erase the times we've spent

And you and I will keep them till we're dead

I'm not afraid of all the things that we have left

But I'm sad about the things I won't forget

Here's a sick piece of math rock I made with my friend Mailbox's help (thanks Mailbox)...

E, G, A, B, C#, D, and a high E.  

7 Notes... played over and over in a  phrase that is 8 notes long means that every other time the pattern will start one note later.  Then the rhythmic pattern of four dotted quarter notes followed by two regular quarter notes every 2 bars sets the pulse for which note will be highlighted by its corresponding color in the video. Can you figure out the pattern? Can you hear the colors? 

  low E=Red

        G= Orange

        A= Yellow

        B= Green

        C#= Blue

        D= Indigo

high E= Violet

Go Full Screen on this one.  

enjoy! 

love, 

It helps to see the Goldsmith's kind face

Before he rolls up his sleeves

And starts pumping the bellows and cleans off

His wire brush and other tools

Then eyeing you like he knows how much 

This is gonna hurt to make you perfect

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How do you make something perfect?

This brings up many questions bout the 

Meaning of perfection

Sometimes I think I have an answer

Then it's gone

They say pain to gain

But I wonder just the same

What if pleasure is the 

Quickest way to change

What if we made a promise

Not to believe what this song says 

Until we've tried our hardest 

To see if it's true or dishonest to us.

I never stopped loving you know it's true

But too many choices make choice hard to do

So I took a chance that our moment was through

But I never stopped loving you.

You wrote a song I remember the tune

But I can't remember the words that you used

Oh what a shame when a memory you lose

But I never stopped loving you.

Careful what you choose

When you are confused

You may not approve

Of what comes through to you.

How many times can a heart move its home

Before it is missing a part of the whole?

How many times can a love you have lost 

Show you a love of your own?

You know what to do

When you are confused 

Take a look around

Love what you have found.

What about this song? Doesn't it cut you like a knife?

What about your dreams? Don't they get you through the night?

You and I remember what it felt like to be loved...

And what happens in the heart can never be undone.