On a hot wing and a prayer

This is just ridiculous, I think! I’ve seen TV shows on restaurants serving the hottest chicken wings around. I mean, I love a good Buffalo wing dinner, don’t get me wrong. I even love it spicy. But seeing these guys chomp the meat to the bone as their faces turn bloody red is just unfathomable. Why? I’ve heard of finding pleasure in pain. But, writhing in torment while supposedly enjoying your dinner just doesn’t seem to rhyme in my book. Is it the flavor, or the sensation? Unless you’re numb, I guess. But then, there goes the flavor, as well. I can only imagine losing focus on the flavor when you’re profusely sweltering and engulfed in flaming agony. And, if that’s what you call sensation, then I rest my case.

hot stuffNews came out this morning about a restaurant in Chicago serving chicken wings so hot, patrons must sign waivers before they can be served. Your order even comes with an alarm bell. Like in a hospital room!

Do you agree not to sue us as we shove hot coals down your throat, and as you get hospitalized for it? Sign here, please.

Once again, a testimony to the fact that we can’t always have our answers when we want them.

Sigh!

But I can always make my own wings, right? Yum!

How about now? 🙂

Anyone interested?

I have an interesting idea for this year. But I’m still working it out. And I need all the help I can get. Anyone interested? Well, read on.

Most of you probably know by now, that I’m a musician. If you didn’t know that yet, I’d like to let you in on a little secret… I’m a musician! Ta da!!! Shhhh… don’t tell anyone. 🙂

Since the year 2000, I have committed to engage myself in a musical project in which I write (by myself or with a collaborator), more or less, a dozen songs each year. I actually, write way more than that. But more on this later.

Now, the fun starts when I actually set aside a block of time to go into the studio (the basement, in my case) and practically live there for about three or four months, roughly, out of the year. The first order of things is to sort out whatever material I’ve got on hand. Usually, I end up having enough material for two or three CDs that I can work with. From the list, I pick my top songs to include in my current project. And, whatever I don’t end up using at this time, I’ll always reconsider later, for my next project.

Unfortunately, the past couple of years, I have been overwhelmed with personal problems that I started to experience writer’s block. Or, whatever it’s called. I completed my last CD in November of 2006. And, that was the end of it. After that, I had run out of songs and nothing was coming out of me since. Last year, I wrote about four songs, I think. And, they’re halfway recorded. Some have drum tracks on them, some have only guitars and rough vocal tracks. But I’ve been very lazy, I must admit. I just don’t have the same enthusiasm as I used to.

I feel that last year was a such a waste, if only because I broke my own streak. It was the first year since 2000 that I didn’t finish a musical project. I’m afraid that I am beginning to be a different person by not practicing music. It is, after all, what I claim to be the air I breath. It’s not a job. Not a career (anymore). Not a hobby. Not a chore. It is simply, the air I breath. I have to do this, somehow.

So, I thought about this today. How I could make it work this time around. I thought, maybe a collaboration will help me get a little excited about making music again. Maybe, if I wrote with someone else, it would inspire my creative juices to flow once again. I have been visiting some online music collaboration websites lately. But they’re a bit technical and geared towards serious musicians only. For some reasons, I thought it would be cool to collaborate with people who simply want to try their hands in songwriting for the first time. A simple storyline set in poetry in which one can imagine being married to a melody and/or groove.

songwriting palsNow, if you’ve read this far down, maybe I have somehow sparked an interest in you, already. I’d love to hear what you think, then. As far as my own vision goes… it’s a little too early to tell. I’m open to anything, really. But the simplest way I can imagine this idea taking off, is if I could get one partner for each song I write. Say, if you are willing to write a few lines of (factual or fictional) poetry, I can attempt to write a melody on top of it, if you haven’t already. Then, I’ll record it, and post updated versions of its recording here, on a regular basis. I’ll do this until we’re both satisfied, and the master recording has been completed.

I’d love to have as many collaborators as possible. Although, I can always collaborate on multiple songs with just one. Also, I can’t promise that things are going to work out with everybody, or every pitched in idea. Since I will be the one doing the majority of the work here, I will have to figure out what works and what doesn’t, for me.

But the most rewarding of all, is that at the end of the session, we will have completed a major CD project, with songwriting credits given to those who had participated. And everyone gets a copy of the songs’ mp3’s.

Sounds good? Let me know.

Oh, and if you want to get an idea of my songwriting style, and the kind of music I’m inclined to play… you can listen to them on this page.

Dreaming of white picket fences

Every once in a while, I feel the need to post a music blog. Much like some people do a photo blog. Hey, maybe I should try that too, at some point.

Anyhow, yes, a music blog. For now. Maybe it’s because, in a particular moment, I am reminded of a time when a song I wrote had everything to do with it. Like my failed marriage, for instance (I apologize for having to mention this over and over). But then, there are times when I am simply reminded of a friendship. A partnership. A time when art was created through a collaboration. Sometimes, even a necessary collaboration. As in the case of this song.

White Picket Fences was written and recorded back in the summer of 2001, in a basement of a friend’s house in Kennesaw, Georgia. Jeff and I had a friend at church that got married fairly recently. This couple was a happy one. They dreamed of a life together. Of white picket fences, as Jeff was fond of calling it.

The bitter part of the story is that, way before his wedding day, he knew that his soon-to-be-wife will be dying of cancer at some point in the near future. To make a long story short, we wrote this song the day after attending her funeral.

Funny how, at times, I find myself dreaming of white picket fences myself. And, it almost came true, in fact.

Almost.

All is quiet

Happy new year, everybody. I’m grateful to be kept in good company by fellow bloggers like you, during these past few months. Now, I look forward to an even more meaningful interaction this year.

Meanwhile, I’d like to start us all with a little vintage U2 action, if I may. This video (and song) may not be the most uplifting pick for the occasion, I know; yet the snow and the deafening silence couldn’t make it any more real and honest, in my case. Though, more importantly, it ROCKS!

Today is, indeed, very different from the firecracker noise and smoke-filled skies, I’m so used to. No doubt about it, all is quiet on new year’s day. At least, in my neck of the woods, it is.

However, not to burst Bono’s bubble… some things do change, apparently.

2007 is blowing in the wind

I got up out of bed this morning to the relentless howling of the wind pounding on my windows. As if it was my usual alarm clock trying to tell me, I’m late. Suddenly, my groggy brain was bombarded with strange early morning questions, like…

Late for what? I’m on vacation, as far as I can remember.

So, curious as a cat, I put on a ski jacket and bravely opened my front door to see if the neighborhood was still intact. The raging wind was so determined to not let me peek outside, that I had to fight my way out the door. Why? I mean, I had to push like a maniac, for crying out loud! This is nuts!

I stood outside the porch for a minute just to start my day with some fresh air in my lungs (while holding on to the rails, of course). And then, I realized, it’s the morning of new year’s eve. The last day of the year 2007. I was a bit taken aback by this thought.

Already?

I haven’t even started the year yet, I pondered. No, I mean it. It feels like this year was mercilessly wasted. Like, you know… I could’ve done so many things, but I didn’t. I hate to say it but this year for me is the year of the Shoulda Coulda Woulda. I shoulda, I coulda, I woulda. But I didn’t.

Why, Chris? Why didn’t you?

I have to forgive myself for this, lest, 2008 might not be any different.

Anyhow, it’s getting a bit nippy out there, but I had to take one last look outside, as the year comes to an end. It wasn’t the year I was hoping for, but I have to say, that 2007 has been good to me, nevertheless. It could’ve been worse, indeed. Even though, there were things I wish I could have resolved; things I could have answered. Oh well, it would all have to wait for now, as this year is about to go away forever. Right now, I just want to savor the last day of the year. I want to be grateful for what it’s been. Good or bad. And, I want to hear it, as it bids its last goodbye.

Can you hear it? 2007 is blowing in the wind.

And, that could very well be the answer, my friend.

A whale in Tennessee?

More dumb laws to make me laugh? Sweet!!! Just what I needed! 🙂

An excerpt from CNN; 12/27/07

In California, no vehicle without a driver may exceed 60 miles per hour.

In Florida, if an elephant, goat or alligator is left tied to a parking meter, the parking fee has to be paid just as it would for a vehicle.

In Montana, it is illegal to have a sheep in the cab of your truck without a chaperone.

In Oregon, a door on a car may not be left open longer than necessary.

In Tennessee, it is illegal to shoot any game other than whales from a moving automobile. (Good luck finding a whale in Tennessee!)

Want more? Knock yourself out!

A Sunday kind of joke

I really needed a good laugh today. So, I had to find a joke. A Sunday kind of joke.

The priest in a small Irish village loved the cock and ten hens he kept in the hen house, behind the church. But, one Saturday night, the cock went missing! The priest knew that cock fights went on in the village, so he started to question his parishioners in church, the next morning.

During Mass, he asked the congregation, “Has anybody got a cock?”

All the men stood up.

No, no,” he said, “that wasn’t what I meant. Has anybody seen a cock?”

All the women stood up.

“No, no,” he said, “that wasn’t what I meant. Has anybody seen a cock that doesn’t belong to them?”

Half the women stood up.

“No, no,” he said, “that wasn’t what I meant. Has anybody seen MY cock?”

All the nuns, three altar boys, two priests and a goat stood up.

RSS rules!

For over two years now, I have been utilizing Netvibes as my primary news portal and RSS reader. I used Yahoo before it. They have come a long way since the early days. You should check it out if you haven’t yet. The only thing about Netvibes is that it takes a while to really get acquainted with all the knobs, buttons and whatnot. Especially, today. Not that it’s bad, though. I mean, it’s bells and whistles galore now. Unless you’re a geek on vacation, there’s just so much you can use on there until you feel like you’re just in front of a stealth bomber cockpit.

For some reason, lately, I felt the need to check out Google Reader just to get a fresh perspective. So, I started using it this past couple of weeks. I like it very much. It’s a lot simpler than Netvibes but intuitive enough for the rest of us eternal noobs. But, don’t get me wrong. Any new technology you’re plunging into for the first time will require some learning curve.

The options for RSS (or Atom, etc.) are endless, it’s not even worth discussing. In this day and age, you just have to bravely dive into a seemingly bottomless pit, if you wish to learn. How much you’ll learn depends on how bad you want to learn. But take heart, a lot of it isn’t really as hard as they seem. Just have a little patience, I guess.

tech age

Times have changed, to say the least. The flood of information we’re experiencing today is not even funny. The impact of the old phrase, “Information overload,” has now been downgraded to being just everday life itself. And if you’re an information addict like me, you would want everything delivered to you. Right here. Right now. Quickly! And clicking on links just isn’t as efficient as it used to be, if you’ve got better things to do.

The thing about RSS is that, in this day and age, it’s still not as widely utilized as it should be. It’s been around forever and these days, you’d be hard pressed to find a reputable website that doesn’t offer subscription via this really simple syndication method. If only people knew what they’re missing.

But then again, what you don’t know won’t hurt you. Or would it? Hey, you decide.

There’s quite a few ways you can subscribe to other people’s blogs. Here in WordPress, most people use the blogroll to collect the URLs of the websites they’re fond of, and regularly visit. There’s also the Blog Surfer and Tag Surfer on the admin pages. Then, there’s the old fashioned browser bookmarking/favoriting way. However, if you’re still using this method, you might want to consider having your bookmarks available online by using social bookmarking sites such as del.icio.us. They make life online easier. Once you know how it works, that is.

But for me, RSS rules! Especially for keeping track of blogs, there’s just no better way. I’m subscribed to almost a hundred blogs, as of date. And everyday, I add more. If I had to visit every single one of them, just to see if they have a new post, or if the new post interested me, I’d be homeless by now.