So I’m here in this new office now. I am still not used to it. But I like it. I have decided to try to completely separate from Cleopatra and the businesses that we have together as much as possible. Its really like starting over. Just totally starting over. I’m used to having this very large staff working for me and now its just me since my assistant moved to Boston. I’m not rehiring one because honestly I just don’t have the money from the record company yet. So if I’m not working at the other companies and I’m just trying to work at building the band and the record company then I’m just going to have to go it alone right now. so yes its fucking very weird. I’m used to being a CEO at two multi-million dollar companies by day and a singer/songwriter by night, trying to build a fledgling independent record label with a small staff. and I’m used to all the expected benefits that go along with being in that position. So now its like when I need an office supply its like I have to find a way to get it myself. Its pretty weird. Or when I need lunch I have to call for it myself. Or booking appointments, or booking travel, or just fucking anything. God just writing this is fucking depressing me. I have to even pay my own bills. I haven’t even been in a bank in seven years. I haven’t licked a stamp in ??? I don’t know, years. the other day I went to the post office for the first time since I think the mid nineties. That will definitely be the first and last time I ever go to a fucking us post office. I can’t believe people deal with those lines. No sensible person would. So even errands I will run myself for a while. Facts are facts. I resigned. I am no longer the CEO of two huge companies; I am just a singer now, trying to get his band and his record company to actually make money rather than just spend money. A daunting task. I am CEO now of a very small company that cannot even afford to pay me. so that’s the facts. So no assistant. But as I write this I smile, because we may be under funded, but I am still smart. I am still the brilliant entrepreneur I always have been. I have built many businesses up from nothing and I will do the same with this one. I believe in it. I believe in the music we are making as a band. And I believe in myself as a songwriter. And as a business man and entrepreneur. But none of that is making it easy…
>From: the Poet [mailto:email@example.com]
>Sent: Monday, September 22, 2003 4:49 PM
>So here we are, in the vastness of Cyberspace. This note, from
>Transcendent drummer extraordinaire, The Poet, is for my fellow Transcenders, whether in the
>band instrumentally or just spiritually.
>I first came upon Transcendence through my friend Matt Lapland, an
>engineer at the Dungeon studios. Our band at the time was essentially
>inactive, so I
>jumped at the chance to “play a few gigs for our band” when Fishy asked me to. I met the guys, and they all seemed nice.
>That was about to be boring. Blah blah. I did play a few gigs with
>the band, they were cool, I wish I would have played better, shit in my
>personal life got really heavy this summer, I wrote and produced a
>movie, went broke,
>and left town.
>Now that the summary of my time in Transcendence is out of the way,
>have fun, but be serious.
>First, stream of consciousness word associations with all the
>The Piano man– good, serious, Spanish, busy,
>Father Bloopy– quiet, funny, looks like my friend Nick, elastic
>Vancouver– nice, everywhere, playing all the time, hair everywhere
>The Ambassador, better known as Fishy —sexual, uninhibited, confident, idealist
>That was next to pointless, but hopefully some small truths were
>So I was listening to the cd of some of the rough cuts of new
>Transcendence songs that I played on. And I’m listening to it, and
>then it hits me– coax. That is the word. COAX. The way I played on
>some of this stuff. It
>was unlike how I’d ever played. Partially because the bands I played in
>have been nothing like Transcendence musically, but partially because
>everyone in the band CARED so much about what I was playing, as much as
>what they were playing. And we tried it, and I did my thing, just the
>normal Poet thing, and sometimes, it was like, “No, not quite, that thing is fine, the Poet thing, but let’s push the thing,” and we did and it came
>out to be
>some really beautiful stuff. It was COAXED. Not forced. Just took a
>of PRODDING. I can’t lie, the stuff I played with Transcendence was
>than perfect. It all happened so fast. As soon as I was discovering
>new angle, getting over this new hurdle, it was on record and finished
>shit got heavy in my personal life and I produced a movie and went broke
>moved away– all before my feet even hit the ground on the other side of
>But nonetheless, the whole Transcendence experience, particularly the
>recording of the upcoming, yet to be titled, yet to be finished album,
>was amazing. That’s where it really started for me. Rehearsals 6:03
>to 9 on
>Tuesdays at Fishy’s were fine, because I was learning the songs and
>the guys’ playing and their vibe and all that stuff, but it was in
>studio, with the Chicken Kitchen orders, and the beating the shit out of
>drums because you can’t get the part, and the get there at 7 and leave
>or six or seven hours later, that’s where it happened for me as far as
>really being in the band. And it was all so heavy, because we were
>this music off the cuff, and making it so quickly and passionately. I
>could have sunk even deeper into it. But circumstances you know.
>So I’m here, in St. Louis, and I throw in the Transcendence rough cuts
>with me and the guys on them, and I am blasting it in my car, and I am
> I am loving the sound of a RECORDED COAXING coming out of the drums,
>Fishy’s galvanized, laser beam voice and Vancouver treating the guitar part like
>Jackson Pollack tossing paint all over a wall size canvas, and Bloopy
>low but stealing the show, because you can’t hold a good man down, and
>can’t make Bloopy play the same thing two bars in a row, because if you did
>would be a waste because he can play it four different versions of just
>right. And I’m loving it.
>these guys are geniuses. I will miss playing with them…
>Well, Transcenders, it’s been a pleasure sharing some of my experience
>from the band with you. Let love rule. Peace.
Went to Madelynne O’Ryans house tonight for dinner. She and Mohdie are in town. Maddie is pregnant now. She looks so beautiful and sweet and happy. Mohdie is so cool now. You can tell he’s really happy that she is preg. I felt such joy being there with them. Their family means so much to me. They have been my second family for a very long time. It is so nice. I have the same thing with Cleo’s family as well. And I really hope that all the problems between us don’t ruin that.
Long time. How is the fastest pen (computer) in the west?
I have to take time to answer your email… so much. But I just read your response about downloading. wow. Ok. Babe,. just because we have discovered a way to steal stuff doesn’t make it right. And just because you (people in general) don’t like the “insert your derogatory expletives here about the” corporate types who own the companies we work for” doesn’t all of a sudden justify stealing from them or the artists they work with. I know you know this. You are too smart not to. But I know how easy it is to find the mind searching desperately for ways to justify stealing or other such acts when they seem really really easy and appear that we may not get caught for them.
As always walking the fine line between grace and the gutter. Researching porno right now. I always thought pornos were gross. I don’t know why. I am sure as with most things its just the way I was programmed when I was younger. So growing up I never paid attention to them. In high school and college when guys would get into them I just really thought they were gross. Porno. Just the word conjures up images of uneducated trailer trash. Sex without soul. I never had a need for porno because I always had girlfriends. So I just never really understood the need or the concept of them. What were they for? One time Queenie wanted us to watch one. So we did. That was cool. We hit it pretty quick into it. They do turn you on I guess. Sometimes. But they also disgust you at the same.
Recently on a file sharing program, which is much like porno actually—its as exciting as it is disgusting, I accidentally came across a little porno video online. So keeping in line with my current mission, I decided to check them out. Its amazing. You can type in anything and find it online. Type in fat chicks sex and you can see fifty porno’s of fat girls getting it. Or skinny chicks. Or young chicks. Or older chicks. Or black chicks. Or gay chicks. Or Asian chicks. Type in orgy or gang bang or anal. Its really amazing. I once heard that the porn industry makes more money per year than all American major league sports combined. Even football. I couldn’t believe it. But now I understand. Its just this huge industry that so many people are into. So for the last few weeks I have been researching it a lot.
Last screening: Noel Coward’s 1946 Blithe Spirit with Rex Harrison. Funny.
I JUST Got to the new office. I was at the old office all day. :
fo shizzle dizzle
This is wild. a virtual office. I am going to try to do this in the design district.
With our building. its awesome
Your best of the year
I walk in with my laptop and I plug into an Ethernet cable and I’m online like WHAM! And I have my own desk and phone.
Can you pull enough $$ for the mortgage out of small rents?
It’s brilliant here. copy machine and fax machine included.
Hell yes. This guy charges 500 a month for this desk plus about 70 for phone and Internet.
Is it clean, modern & neat or messy and old like 119
Sorry on the phone. It is clean
Modern. South Beach.
If I were you I’d put some money into 119
What a fucking concept
Yea I know.
Make it modern
People are willing to pay
Make it like GTC
Cheap but clean
It’s an idea—rather than rent out the whole floor just rent out the little spaces
Moved into a new office today. Sharing space with a bunch of other people. Just a place to go to sit and work everyday rather than my old office. Sitting in this huge office space with like fifty other people—everyone doing their own thing. Strange. I told the guy I would try it for a few days. I can tell its not my thing. My current office, the one I’ve had for the last few years, is over a thousand square feet. I have a driving range and a basketball hoop in there. I can listen to music really loudly while I work. So coming into this kind of environment is a huge change. But anything just to keep making progress towards a complete transition. I figure I will only need an office for a few months so it has been hard trying to find some place that will lease for less than a year. But now I am dead set on moving to new York this year and not waiting any longer. So I just need a place to come everyday and work on promoting the new album and plan the move to NYC. I’m not good at working from home. Never have been. Makes me feel weird.
At dinner tonight Bas says, “God I have been witness to such monstrosities by the women the last few years since I have been here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just the girls down here. They are so different. They are like nothing else around America. They are just so harsh. So ghetto.”
“I think what you mean is that they’re fucking sluts man,” I say.
“Exactly. And that’s the way we like em,” says Ferret.
“I just can’t believe the things that come out of their mouths or the things they do. And I think its rubbed off on us. I think we’re all monsters now.”
“Speak for yourself man,” I say. “I’m still the same. Last night the Artisan was telling me I reminded her about manners and being a decent human being in a world full of scum. Face it man. It’s not just Miami. It’s the whole fucking country. Its going down,” I say. “Look at this shit with Madonna and that little tramp of the month… what’s her name.”