Friday, December 19, 2008

A Tale Before Playing

I have twenty-six minutes until Erik picks me up to go play at the Magic Stick's Christmas thingamajig. Before I get my Martha on, I will spin you a tale.

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Mick Bassett was just like any other boy in town, except for one very small detail - he was very, very good at baking cookies! He could make any kind of cookie you could imagine - chocolate chip, shortbread, sugar, almond, no recipe was outside of his baker's instinct. Men, women, and children from all over the globe journeyed to get a taste of Mick's legendary cookies. Other bakers and chefs were baffled - how could this nobody have trumped their own deeply refined craft so mightly? One baker in particular found himself so jealous that he could think of nothing else. This baker's name was Jeremy Smith.

Jeremy was a baker in a town not far from Mick's. He worked seven days a week at his bakery, manning the ovens from open to close. Business had been steady until the sudden revelation of Mick's gift. Now Jeremy considered himself lucky to get three customers a day. He knew something had to be done - but what?

The answer came to him in a dream. In this dream two angels came to him from on high, playing their harps sweetly as they fluttered to earth. These angels were named Gordon Smith and Ryan Wiese. They explained to Jeremy that there was a very easy solution to his very big problem. Gordon drew Jeremy very near and whispered the answer. Jeremy couldn't believe what a fool he'd been - the answer was right in front of him all along! The two angels and Jeremy shared a big hug, then went their separate ways.

The next day when the thousands upon thousands came on their pilgrimage to Mick's bakery, they were sorely disappointed. Mick had baked no cookies that day. He had been poisoned with arsenic.

The end.

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Happy Holidays!

-J

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Update from the Annex

I'm in bed as I type this. I have a bit of a cold, or a fever, i'm not sure which. My head feels like it's filled with helium. My body is sore for no reason at all. I have become REALLY LAME.

It's been almost a year since the JSB Squad mission began. It started out as Jeremy, Erik and I getting together to play a show because I told Mick I'd have a band ready to open for him, and has now ballooned to an eleven member extravaganza. I'm pleased with the progress. I think those who have been to a squad show have been equally pleased, if not more so. We are, as you may know, the mayors of Pleasure Town.

It's also been almost a year since the release of the first Mick Bassett & The Marthas EP, and we are on the precipice of releasing our sophomore effort. This one will excite you, I promise . . . it's turning out much grittier, rock 'n' rollier. I'm excited.

I lied to everyone and said I'd release an acoustic EP at the end of November. I never ended up completing it. To be honest, it's become very hard to be enthusiastic about music lately. Any artist will tell you they go through their ups and downs, both creatively and motivationally, and this is definitely a period of motivational drudgery for me. I can barely get out of bed these days, let alone set up a microphone or bash out some chords on the piano. It all takes too much effort. I'm thinking of this as my vacation. Hopefully it'll be over soon, I'm getting a little homesick.

I'm going to bed. Hugs and Kisses.

-Jesse