UPDATE

HELLO!
I'M BACK!

SORRY FOR THE VACATION...BUT IT WAS NO VACATION. FOR THE LAST SEVERAL MONTHS I HAVE BEEN FIGHTING FOR EVERY PENNY. I HAVE BEEN WORKING MYSELF TO DEATH. IT IS NOT A NICE STORY. BUT I AM SOON TO BECOME A LEGAL TEXAS RESIDENT.

IN OTHER GOOD NEWS, I WILL BE CHOOSING SELECTIONS FROM MY NOTEBOOK AND PUBLISHING THEM HERE. I WILL BE CALLING THEM "SCENES FROM EARLY TEXAS," SO THAT YOU CAN GET THE FULL STORY (GOOD AND BAD NEWS.) LIFE HAS BEEN A LIVING HELL! I HAVEN'T HAD THE TIME OR THE MENTAL ENERGY TO CONTINUE MY LIFE AS MICHAEL SCOTT.

BUT I AM SLOWLY COMING OUT OF THE HOLE. AND WHEN MY HEAD FULLY EMERGES--AND I HAVE MY IDENTITY BACK--I WILL BE ABLE TO CONTINUE MY STORY. MAYBE I WILL MAKE THIS LAST GRIEF SERIES PROMOTION AND THIS "SCENES FROM EARLY TEXAS" BUSINESS MY FINAL BUSINESS AS MICHAEL SCOTT THE WAY YOU CURRENTLY KNOW ME.

I HAVEN'T MADE ALL THE DECISIONS BUT THE GEARS ARE TURNING. AND I AM  SLOWLY RECLAIMING MY LIFE. IN THE MEANTIME, I HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW AND SATURDAY, SO IT'S BACK TO THE GRINDSTONE FOR MY ALTER-EGO. PRESENTLY, ENJOY THE "GRIEF SERIES CELEBRATION" VIDEO. AND RAISE A TOAST BECAUSE I WILL LIVE AGAIN SOEMDAY.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_EAb2Nz93g&feature=youtu.be

UPDATES FROM TEXAS

HERE I AM. THE WHOLE CITY IS BEFORE ME. IF I KEEP MY MIND STRAIGHT I"LL SEE IT FOR WHAT IT IS--A BIGGER VERSION OF A SMALLER VERSION. ANYHOW, I DON"T HAVE MUCH TO SAY BECAUSE I AM STILL PROCESSING EVERYTHING. BUT I HAVE A COMMITMENT TO KEEP YOU INFORMED.

THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO ARE READING THIS BLOG. AS YOU KNOW, I AM STILL CHEWING THE CHANGES. WILL I GET RID OF THIS BLOG AND START ANOTHER BLOG? ANOTHER YOUTUBE ACCOUNT? (YOU ARE WATCHING MY CRAZY VIDEOS ARENT YOU?) ANOTHER FACEBOOK?

WILL I INSTITUTE A BETTER WAY TO CONNECT WITH MY FANS-- IE, REVERBNATION OR FACEBOOK BAND PAGE? AND WHEN THE MUSIC CHANGES AND A NEW PROJECT BEGINS WILL I CONNECT TO ALL PREVIOUS PROJECTS OR REINVENT MYSELF? I AM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS.

THERE ARE MANY MORE QUESTIONS--OBVOIUSLY--THAN ANSWERS. WHAT IS DALLAS GOING TO BRING ME? MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHAT AM I GOING TO BRING DALLAS? CURRENTLY IN MY MIND A COMBINATION EFFECT IS HAPPENING. OLDER WAYS ARE MERGING WITH NEWER WAYS. FOR EXAMPLE, I'M THINKING OF FORMING A BAND TO PLAY WITH AND CALLING THEM "THE TEXAS RAIN." WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER WE WILL BE CALLED "MICHAEL SCOTT AND THE TEXAS RAIN."

IN OTHER MICHAEL SCOTT NEWS, I AM STILL WORKING ON THE GRIEF VIDEOS. THERE WILL BE TWO MORE GRIEF VIDEOS, EACH FROM THE ALBUM "EXPOSE." AND THEN THERE WILL BE A PARADE OF GRIEF VIDEO ADVERTISEMENTS AND CELEBRATIONS. I KNOW IT'S A LOT TO KEEP UP WITH PEOPLE, BUT I JUST FINISHED FIVE CONCEPT RECORDS IN TWO YEARS. IT'S A MASSIVE ACHIEVEMENT AND MUST BE CELEBRATED. MAYBE THEN I WILL REMOVE ALL THE VIDEOS AND COLLECT THEM FOR A RELEASE AT A LATER DATE.

LOVE TO ALL--MICHAEL

DALLAS TEXAS (MAKING THE TRANSITION)

THINGS ARE MOVING SLOW (AS THEY ALWAYS DO WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A JOB.) I GOT THE NIGHTS AND THE DAYS TO MYSELF AND I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING AGAIN. I'M ALWAYS AFRAID OF SLEEPING.

HONESTLY, I MUST BE DOING SOMETHING RIGHT. AT LEAST THE HOUSE IS PUT TOGETHER. EVERYDAY I HAVE TO REMIND MYSELF OF WHY I CAME HERE. EVERYDAY I HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT I HAVE EARNED THIS. I HAVE EARNED THE FAITH ALONG WITH THE DOUBT. I KNOW I CAN DO THIS.

IT'S BIG. SO BIG. I AM JUST SINKING IN. JUST BARE WITH ME. THERE IS A REASON. THIS IS MY ONLINE JOURNAL TO TELL YOU, AND WHEN THE TRANSITION HAS COME TO FULL FRUITION THE WHOLE WORLD WILL BE NAMED, AGAIN. THIS TIME, LIFE WILL BE CLEANER AND MORE FANTASTIC. AND MY MUSIC WILL EVOLVE.

REMAINDER OF THINGS

A FEW ITEMS REMAIN. THERE WILL BE A COUPLE OF "FOR THE BIRDS" VIDEOS TO REMIND YOU OF THE "GRIEF SERIES." AND THERE WILL BE "EXPOSE" VIDEOS TO REMIND YOU OF WHAT HAS BEEN EXPOSED, AS WELL AS TO REMIND YOU OF THE SERIES,

THIS IS ALL ABOUT LEAVING FAYETTEVILLE IN A MUSICAL WAY--LEAVING IT THE WAY I WANT TO LEAVE IT. LAST NIGHT'S SHOW WAS FANTASTIC. IT REMINDED ME OF WHO I HAVE BEEN IN THIS TOWN. I HAD DECIDED TO BE EXACTLY THE LIVE PREFORMER I HAVE BEEN, AND TO SUPPORT THE REAL FANS AND FRIENDS I HAVE MADE HERE.

THERE IS STILL ONE FINAL CHANCE TO SEE ME PLAY LIVE--AT THE PERK NEXT FRIDAY. YOU WILL SEE A FEW MORE REMINDERS BEFORE I AM GONE. ENJOY ' THE GRIEF SERIES," AND ENJOY WHAT REMAINS OF THE MUSICIAN I HAVE BEEN UP UNTIL NOW. I AM PASSING AWAY!

Final Fayetteville Performances

The last Fayetteville mini tour begins tomorrow. It's time for a change of pace and a change of scenery. It'll be a different day in Texas. Haven't I already said all of this?

So far there are 3 available chances to see me play live in Fayetteville, for some time to come. You can bet that I will give every performance everything I have left.

Time will tell what becomes of the Michael Scott you thought you knew. I'm just saying, again, that change is on the horizon.

FOLLOW UP

WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY, THIS TIME LESS POETICALLY, IS THAT CHANGE IS ON THE HORIZON.

I AM LOOSING THE JOB I HAVE LOVED FOR OVER FOUR YEARS. I AM LOOSING THE FRIENDS I HAVE MADE IN THIS TOWN. I AM TAKING THE NEXT STEP IN MY MUSICAL JOURNEY.

I MIGHT CHEANGE MY NAME, I HAVEN'T DECIDED YET. BUT I WILL MOST LIKELY REMOVE THIS BLOG AND ALL OTHER ASSOCIATED MICHAEL SCOTT PROJECTS FORM THE PUBLIC DOMAIN. IN MY OWN LITTLE WAY I AM MAKING MY PRODUCTS MUCH MORE RARE.

BUT I AM ALSO MOVING ON. I HAVE KEPT YOU ALIVE FOREVER. WILL YOU KEEP THIS PART OF ME IN TIME OR WILL YOU WAIT FOR ANOTHER INVENTION? WHAT YOU HAVE NOW WILL NOT ALWAYS BE AVAILABLE...

THE NEWS IS OUT

THERE WILL NOT BE ANY TEARFUL GOODBYES. THERE WILL ONLY BE JOY. THERE WILL BE MUSIC.

I HAVE WORKED VERY HARD IN THIS TOWN. ON MAY FIRST MY WORK WILL BE FINISHED IN WORD AND IN DEED. EVERY PERFORMANCE WILL BE MY LAST. EVERY SONG ON "EXPOSE" WILL POINT THE WAY TO MY FUTURE. WHEN NEXT I RETURN I WILL RETURN FOR THIS STAGE.

I AM NOT LEAVING THE SAME WAY I CAME BUT I AM LEAVING THE SAME I WILL RETURN. YOU MUST JOIN ME BEFORE THIS BLOG EXPIRES AND BEFORE THIS TRANSITION COMES TO FRUITION. I WILL ONLY REMEMBER YOUR JOY. I WILL ONLY REMEMBER YOUR HANDS REACHING FOR MINE WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT AND THIS TOWN GOES DARK.

SOON YOU WILL RECIEVE A FLYER ANNOUNCING MY FINAL FLIGHT IN FAYETTEVILLE, A TOWN AND A PEOPLE WHO HAVE GIVEN ME EIGHT RECORDS AND NINE VISIONS. EVERY EYE IS SEEING. EVERY VOICE I'VE KNOWN IS SPEAKING THROUGH SOME ETERNAL VOICE IN ME. THIS TOWN AND IT'S PEOPLE WILL BE FOREVER CHANGED IN MY IDENTIFIABLE WAY, FOR SELFISHLY OR FOR SURELY. SURELY I'LL NEVER CHANGE UNITL THE SUN BURNS OUT OF THE SKY.

AND FOR AS LONG AS MY HEART KEEPS GROWING I WILL CHEERISH THE MEMORIES AND RECORDS WE HAVE MADE, KNOWING FULL WELL THAT A BIG STAGE IS AS WELL AS A SMALL STAGE. ALL THE GRIEF IN THE WORLD IS YET ANOTHER PHASE WITHIN A PHASE. AS I KEEP EVERYTHING WORTHY, I GIVE EVRYTHING I HAVE AWAY.

MORE NEWS WILL FOLLOW.

A STRUGGLE

JUST HERE TO TELL YOU THAT I HAVEN'T WENT AWAY COMPLETLY. I HAVE JUST BEEN BUSY WITH DEADLINES. I HAVE BEEN STRESSED OUT. THE NEW RECORD IS ALIVE IN MY HEAD, HOWEVER, TO THE POINT THAT I CAN HEAR A FINISHED SONG 4 BEFORE THE HARMONICA'S MIXED.

I GOT A VIDEO FOR YOU TOO. IT'S GONNA BE SOME CRAP I JUST THREW TOGETHER. IT'S GONNA BE SOME CRAP MEANT TO SOLICITE YOUR PARTICIPATION WITH THE OLD AND THE NEW. I'M THINKING OF A VIDEO WITH MANY WORDS EXPLAINING THE TRUTHFULLY IMAGINARY FAILURE OF INDUSTRIAL NOWHERE. SOUNDS EXCITING.

IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW I AM REFERING TO AN INNER STRUGGLE WITH MY DEAF AUDIENCE. THE PREFORMER IS AN IDEAL ME. ALSO INSIDE LIVES THE UNAPPROVING AUDIENCE. WATCH MY NEW VIDEO AND DISCOVER MY INSECURITIES WITH "INDUSTRIAL NOWHERE" IN THE DEVELOPING TRADITION OF "EXPOSE."

http://youtu.be/pFLx-MK1TpE

dieing to the world

I miss the road signs. I cannot navigate through even a simple town. I would never notice if you gained even ten pounds. I am letting my visual senses die so that the sound will get loud on me.

Anyone who knows me knows this, but they disagree. They wish me to be normal and they become angry. They have picked their mates based on the trivial physical. I beleive that guilt must be a factor, because sometimes they even play the biological card. Don't get me wrong, I too would be attracted to the world if that were an option.

This is confusing to you, I realize. And I would not be suprised if you don't finish reading it, becuase I know that you are a coward. How dare I? How dare I not approach you on your terms and on your level? Sometimes  I do, dummy. But many times I am trying to provoke you. Maybe you will live out your spiritual human destiny and transend the animal world.

But you misunderstand me. I don't wish for us to share the same existence. I wish to communicate with you as part of the process. I'd just as soon be the invisible man, shopping at Walmart unseen. You are wrong to assume that I want to help you or harm you or change your ways, but it would be nice to share only words with you. Words are shapeless enough for me to understand.

And if you follow me so far you already feel that quikening of your spirit and that elated sense in your mortal body. Then, your voice is loud in my ears. You are my eternal friend. It's not only your words. I can make this promise to the ever changing body that is this self, which begins right here between these breasts.

It's my birthday and I feel precious enough to live another year. I'm looking forward to dieing a little more. Don't get me wrong, I want to make time for diet and exercise but if my mind begins to hunger--and i can't promise that it won't--my body will have to starve. I cannot work fast enough to chase the myseteries of my own mind--far down the rabbit hole I go. When will it stop? Nobody knows.

When I look at my life all I see is my music. It's the reason I never feel pain. I know that I can never lose the efforts I have already made. I will continue to stack up these treasures on earth. Just like on the current record, the songs will always be new to me, as I prepare my heart and mind for the afterlife. So sorry that I ignore life on earth. You might think it unreasonable, selfish or just plain stupid but it's who the heLl cares what you think. Do you even care?

Though I feel fatigued, I feel wealthy. It doesn't bring me recognition but it brings me life the only way I know how to live. I am compelled by something much greater than the music itself. I am compelled by the mystery of my own breathing. If I can't see anything else around me, I can see what the music says I am supposed to be. What does it mean that I am alive now?

defining myself

Sometimes I think that what you surround yourself with reflects who you are. I can do a half turn in my one room apartment and see eight instruments. There’s even more in the closet, a fiddle and a mandolin to name a few. I wonder if anyone else is struck by my identity when they first enter my living space. Do they say to themselves, ‘yes it’s definitely a musician who lives here?’

            I am often too busy to define myself, so I wonder how others define me. I can’t even decide what I want to be. Do I simply want to be a musician or do I want to be a songwriter? The many roles I play sadly do not define what I do independently. They are just pieces of the puzzle. To some I am a producer. To many I am only a guy trying to play social catch up with melodies.

             I know in my heart that I am a naturalist, trying to translate pure emotion into universal sound. But when someone asks you what type of music you play you cannot respond in such colorful words. I have found that they will ignore your responses. They will quickly lose patience. It’s no surprise that I am annoyed by casual inquires into what I do. Music is who I am.

            I’ll never be the guy you know who plays guitar. I’ll never be the friend who once wrote a song for your sister, and, ‘you know what? It was pretty damn good.’ I want to be the guy who you failed to know—the character in your past who you must deny. Say, ‘yeah, I knew him but he was not that good way back when.’

            Therefore, I will not force my music upon you. Rather you are too close to be impressed or too far to care, makes no difference. I might be smarter than you. I might know better. At least I have an idea that what I am doing is great. It’s great because I am great. And everyday this greatness and I become more connected. Soon you will not be speaking to a man. You will be speaking to the songs you have ignored.

           

questionnaire lady

I met a lady today who was recruiting “psychiatric technicians” for Vista Health. Her demeanor was self-important. Her jokes were in bad taste.

I was looking at an ‘Are You Depressed?’ questionnaire. She said, “of course if those symptoms fit you then you should probably be a patient instead of working for us.”

I smiled to myself as I imagined either passing or failing. I’d be in powerful need of guidance or I’d be a more questionnaire-lady shade of normal. The almighty little test would make my decision. I also smiled because I knew she hadn’t glimpsed even the tiniest flicker of mental instability in me; the weak-minded are not at all perceptive.

I also imagined her gaze upon some perpetually altered and reprimanded young boy. She’d tell no jokes. She wouldn’t even smile when he took his cup full of pills. At the end of the day she’d know she’s done some good. She’ll rub her feet and sigh like any abnormal person, saying ‘honey pour me some tea.’

With all the anxiety in my brain, I met her gaze and easily respected her cause. I told her that I was interested in the behavioral side of the medical field. In reality, I am only interested in dropping hope into those little boy ears. I am only interested in the possibility of instigating a protective reaction—the kind of provocation that might cause him to reclaim his mind.

Some of us dream wildly at night. Our routines never devour our natural ambitions. When we come home from work we take time to rediscover the animal inside. It wants to kill and be killed, no matter how you try to rationalize. Feed your spirit because it is hungry. It won’t always be kind and it is rarely comfortable, but if you try it will lay down beside you.

There are others out there like me; people who need to be told that their feelings are ok. Sometimes one voice can be audible among the many comfortable characters. Those who never hurt, never hear and never heal are everywhere, but their sounds are carried away on the wind forever. But your mind desires eternal life, my friend. It wasn’t designed for this realm.

agree to disagree

Am I pushy? It hurts me that I have hurt you with so few words. That’s all I’ll say and then I’ll quit talking.

 If you say it’s alright, I have one more thing to add: I’m sorry that I am not preapproved. Yes, the world is a dangerous place. Protect yourself from my introspection. In fact, I have no right.

 Don’t apologize and I won’t either. We can agree to disagree. You believe there is a different truth for everyone. I believe we reform our truths together.  You won’t share with me, because we’re at work or we’re at school, but I will make guesses about the way you perceive life.  It doesn’t make you special, darling. It doesn’t make you a target. You are merely another viewpoint; does this take your pain away?

 I’m sure that you have also felt lonely. If you want to know the truth, my loneliness feels like I am being swallowed by the world. The rebel in me wants to break every rule and tradition, in hopes of taking a full breath.

 Ah! That’s right. I found a little corner to breathe into; I found a place where my thoughts are not structured. I can’t hurt anyone in here, nor can I be judged. I know myself, but with you I took a chance. I’m sorry for us both that I wasn’t worth the risk.

 You were sold on who I was, but I wondered about you, I wasn’t ready to asses your worthiness. You can do any dance. I just want to be a person before performing. My failed performance only illustrates your point. This is not working. I just feel empty. I just feel like we can disagree and I’m sorry. I want to understand why your world is subdivided. I just want to go home now where I can be whole. I’ll just go home where I am my whole self under the pressure.

Mystery to Me

Truth is, I am always suprised by my music. I don't mean that I go on patting myself on the back because I am always getting better, either. I mean, neither good nor bad, I am suprised.

I am suprised to find out that there is another layer to a lyrics meaning, ecspecially when I don't remember consciously designing the original meaning.

I am suprised to hear myself trying to communicate in a way I would never, drunk or otherwise, communicate. Even the sound of my voice seems foreign to me (as if it is coming from a dream.) No, I know what the recording of my voice sounds like. What I am refering to is the gentle, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes joyful quality of character that my voice communicates.

You can think that I am full of myself if you want. But when I give you a cd I am only the messenger. I really don't want to hear how you will or won't listen to it. After you finish listening, I don't want to hear your report. What you don't realize is that you are not talking to the creator of this music. That person is alive only during the recording session.

Yes, I am a fan of my own music. I am a fan of that self that I can only be, sometimes. I am interested in his approach to life. Don't tell me if you like him or not, as if he is me. Truthfully you don't know him. I don't even know him, though I know him best of all.

This shy guy standing before you has no interest in any thing other than transfering Michael Scott's cd to your hands with minimal effort and insecurity. His job is to preform various administrative duties and protect the music of Michael Scott.

THE TRUTH ABOUT SPECIAL EFFECTS

I SAW SMOKEY THE BEAR ON TV TODAY. HE USED TO BE SUCH A COOL BEAR. NOW HE IS DIGITAL. I CAN HARDLY RELATE TO HIM.

OUR GENERATION MUST BE STUPID TO THINK THAT A DIGITAL BEAR IS ANY BETTER THAN A MAN IN A SUIT. THE REALIT IS: THE MAN IN THE SUIT CAN DO A WHOLE LOT MORE.

DID YOU EVER SEE THAT MOVIE ABOUT THE AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON? OR WAS IT PARIS? ANYWAY, ONE OF THOSE MOVIES FEATURED A WEREWOLF IN A SUIT AND THE OTHER FEATURED AN ANIMATRONIC WEREWOLF. EVERYBODY WAS LIKE 'YE HAW! AFTER 70 YEARS OF FILM WE FINALLY GET TO SEE THE WERWOLF CHANGE BEFORE OUR EYES!' STUPID! CUT AWAY. SHOW THE FACE OF THE SCREAMING WOMAN, BUT WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT TRY TO MAKE A FAKE WEREWOLF. NONE OF US HAVE EVER SEEN ONE BUT WE SOMEHOW KNOW WHAT ONE LOOKS LIKE.

WEREWOLFS, BEARS, IT'S ALL THE SAME THING. DON'T BUY INTO THE HYPE OF THE TIMES. SOME EFFECTS WORK AND SOME DO NOT. WHEN THE HUMAN VOICE GOES FROM THE LOWEST PITCH IMAGINABLE TO THE HIGHEST, THE HUMAN VOICE DISAPEARS. MACHINES ARE FUN TO PLAY WITH BUT ONLY FOR A TIME. LIKE TECHNOLOGY. LOVE TECHNOLOGY. HELL, EVEN BE OPTIMISTIC ABOUT IT. JUST DON'T MASTERBATE WITH IT.

TRUTH SERIES

I'VE BEEN MEANING TO TELL YOU THAT I AM STARTING A SERIES OF BLOGS--HUMAN INTEREST KINDS OF THINGS. THE TRUTH ABOUT THIS...THE TRUTH ABOUT THAT...THEY WILL SOMETIMES BE ABOUT HOW TO DO SOMETHINGS. THEY WILL SOMETIMES BE ABOUT THE THINGS THAT NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT ME. SOMETIMES THEY WILL ABOUT THE THINGS I IMAGINE.

THESE BLOGS ARE REALLY EXERCISES TO GET MY JUICES FLOWING FOR THE NEW RECORD. IT WILL BE DEEMED THE TRUTH RECORD. I CAME CLOSE WITH THE INDUSTRY BUT THIS WILL BE THE REAL DEAL. ALSO, I AM HOPING TO DRAW INTEREST TO THE BLOG.

I KNOW THAT I HAVE TOLD YOU NOTHING ABOUT THE NEXT RECORD THUS FAR, BUT I WILL BE EXPLAINING SHORTLY. FOR NOW, BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THESE TRUTH BLOGS. I THINK YOU WILL ENJOY THEM MORE THAN ANY OTHER PREVIOUS BLOGS.

looking through the archives

Did you know that this blog is over three years old? There are 56 posts on here!

Today I looked through the archives becuase I plan to print them for my records. I was suprised to discover such a diary...there is such purpose and meaning here.

The blog is usually the last thing I update. In my mind it has been a small window to and from the outside world. It has been a place for the not so dedicated fan to check my progress in a delayed fashion (my musical world moves much faster.) But now I realize that, though it may have been a secondary journaling place, it still shows the beauty of  my dedication and passion. It stills shows all the love in my heart.

I am proud to have written here for over three years, if only for myself.  From now on I will realize that I am adding to a classic notebook.

Neons Again

This is the first song off of me much missed record, "Dark Reds and Purples." I love this song and you should check it out. My favorite line is where it says that, "when the friends come around I'll show 'em agian." Just this same way I will recomend this video to you three or four times before it's over with. I'll just bite my lip and keep hoping for you.

The Videos you Might Have Missed

Before I add any new videos, here are the links to some older ones.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VX5uUN_FiBU&context=C34d585eADOEgsToPDskJC-nTVhXseB6C_6_ySLSbM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFxAmwwAfG8&feature=related

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcPe7xr5dVg&feature=related

thanks for viewing these!

COUNTRY MUSIC

SO PEOPLE THINK IT'S TOO SIMPLE. SOME PEOPLE EVEN THINK IT'S STUPID BUT LET'S PRESENT AN ARGUMENT.

FEW PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THE WAY COUNTRY MUSIC SPEAKS OF PRIDE. FEW PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THE WAY COUNTRY MUSIC SPEAKS OF FOOLISHNESS. FEW PEOPLE UNSERSTAND WHAT COUNTRY MUSIC HAS TO SAY ABOUT LOVE. I KNOW OF FEW SIMPLE SONGS WHICH SPEAK OF HUMANITY WITH SUCH GRACE AND CANDOR.

YOU SEE, OFTEN COUNTRY MUSIC IS SANG FROM THE PROSPECTIVE OF THE PROTAGONIST (IF YOU WANT TO THINK OF IT AS A STORY.) IT DOESN'T MAKE THE SINGER LESS INTELLIGENT. IT MAKES THE SONG MORE BELIEVABLE.

 IN GARTH BROOK'S "LONG NECK BOTTLE," IT'S THE BOTTLE THAT WON'T LET GO OF HIS HAND. IN GEORGE STRAIT'S "FOOL HEARTED MEMORY," IT'S THE JUKEBOX THAT KEEPS PLAYING THAT SONG.

REAL PRIDE MAKES REAL MEN UTERLY DISMISS THEIR FEELINGS. IT SAYS 'I AM ALREADY OVER HER,' AND 'MAYBE I NEVER LOVED HER.' THE MESSAGE IS MUCH DEEPER. COUNTRY MUSIC WARNS OF SHALLOW LOVE. IN COUNTRY MUSIC IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO LOVE THE BEST YOU CAN, NO MATTER THE OUTCOME. BUT THIS IS NOT AN EXAMPLE OF FOOLISHNESS, RATHER, IT'S A MESSAGE TO A WORLD THAT NOW KNOWS LITTLE OF CLASSIC VALUES: SURENDER, MAINLY.

THAT BEING SAID, THIS BLOG SHOULD BE ABOUT MICHAEL SCOTT'S MUSIC. SO GET AHOLD OF MY LATEST RECORD AND DISCOVER COUNTRY MUSIC AT ITS ESSENSCE.

THE FISHING METAPHOR

I WAS THINKING ABOUT DREAMING AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT FISHING. I WAS THINKING ABOUT HOW I OFTEN DON'T APPRECIATE LIFE.

JUST BEFORE I FELL ASLEEP TODAY I THOUGHT ABOUT DREAMS ON THE LINE. I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW I SOMETIMES WANT TO TRADE THEM FOR NEW DREAMS, BEFORE I EVEN GET THEM IN MY BOAT

OFTEN TIMES FISH SWIM WITH THE CURRENT AND YOU DON'T REALIZE HOW BIG THEY REALLY ARE. SOMETIMES A SMALL FISH FIGHTS LIKE HELL AND SWIMS AGAINST THE SURRENT. YOU NEVER KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAVE ON THE OTHER END OF THE LINE.

THIS METAPHOR APPLIES TO DREAMS AND GOALS OR FISH IN THE SEA, OR WHATEVER YOU WISH. BUT THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS THAT YOU CAN'T BECOME ATTACHED ANEW WITH THE OLD ON THE LINE. AND YOU HAVE TO TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOUR CATCH BEFORE YOU THROW IT BACK.

New Video

Hey Everyone!
I done went and made a stop-motion animation video for the song "Choke." For those of you who don't remember, "Choke" was released on "Dark Reds and Purples," which came out in the summer of 2010. It has been available exclusively on this record.

I am in the process of getting a Youtube channel started. There will be a lot of exciting videos in the Future. I plan to make a few videos to represent each of the Grief Series records and some additional Grief Series promotional videos at a later date.