Sunday, January 25, 2015

An End to Begin Again

Holy artists block Batman! Has it really been almost three years since I started my last Missed Approach?? It’s amazing how time flies when you’re caught in the black hole of comfortableness (see the blog before the last one). It’s also amazing how one’s perception of time fades, while the reality of time marches on. I’m not getting any younger and I’m definitely getting older. To put my inactiveness into perspective, I’ve could go to planet Mars and back twice, since I started Episode 3 – Attention Deficit Disorder. Who’s to blame?? I don’t know, I wish that I had somebody to point my finger at (of course there would be three pointing back at me). Thank goodness assigning blame is meaningless. I think most of the time was spent, trying to figure out an ending. It never came. So I decided not to end it, delete it and just move on. Most of us have the need for closure and I’m no exception, however I decided to make an exception.  I guess it’s now kind of like, The Song That Never Ends (my kids will know that reference). Its time to start a new episode of Missed Approach (it will start this week) and new episode for me.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Shredding 'Roids

Well it’s halftime now and things aren’t looking good for my hometown, Seahawks (Seattle - 0 Green Bay -16). So if the national media is correct, apparently ¾ of the country is currently overjoyed. From what I’ve heard, most of the country hates the, Seahawks. I’ve heard the terms, arrogant, spoiled and fluke (as in last year). I don’t think so. You see, I’m not a huge football fan anymore and by no means an expert (that’s what she said). I think Taylor said it best, Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate hate…  People are still allowed to think and state, what they want (in most parts of the world). I just like rooting for my home team (is rooting still a relevant term??). I can’t explain that either. I have no investment in that team; I hardly even watch them anymore. I mean I live more than 700 FREAKING MILES FROM THERE!?!?!?! Anyways, since growing older, I’m become much more interested and invested in art and music than sports. I mean, come on. I would much rather spend a $100 bill, watching greying guitar Rock God, Brian May shredding through, Tie Your Mother Down...

...than spending that same bill watching some steroid induced, overpaid athletes try win football games. GO SEAHAWKS!!!!

Anyways, Spring Training starts in 30 days. GO MARINERS!!! Have I ever mentioned how I HATE the Yankees???


Monday, January 5, 2015


Now it’s 2015. 

As for last year, it no longer exists. I rode the escalator, for most of the year. Although I created a few pieces that I was proud of, overall I was disappointed. I felt my dreams fading away. Lying in bed on New Year’s Eve, looking back at last year and trying determine what caused this sleepwalk though the 53rd year of my existence,
Pink Floyd s, *Comfortably Numb, comes on the radio…

Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?

Come on, now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease the pain
Get you on your feet again

I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

510 minutes a day, 260 days a year, there is nobody in there...

On a daily basis, I escape to alternate dimension and observe…

I watch myself coexisting with empty souls who's lives have become what I fear the most. Their “reality”, is a mind numbing slow ride towards an inevitable conclusion…does nobody care?

Are they unaware and unable to realize what is happening?

Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more
But you may feel a little sick

Now can you stand up?
I do believe it's working good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown the dream is gone

I have become comfortably numb

My soul can’t survive, another year in this” reality”.

Time to start drawing…

*Comfortably Numb
Writer(s): R. Waters, Roger Waters, D. Gilmour, David Jon Gilmour
Copyright: Roger Waters Music Overseas Ltd., Pink Floyd Music Publr. Inc., Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd., Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B.V., Pink Floyd Music Publisher