Arsonist Blues

5/27/08

My little collection of sonic data, "Arsonist Blues," is all grown up now. I made sure he got his fair share of vegetables and eggs over the months, stretched out every morning, said hello politely to strangers while I introduced him to folks during parties, outings, nights out on the town. Now I awake one morning and there he is, a staggering tower of layered orchestrations, complex cellular composition; a frame that no longer fits in my guitar case. I don't even recognize the lad. What happened to those organic bare-bones, the hollow constitution of acoustic simplicity that I knew so well? Alas, he is reborn - A face forged through time and care, foreign yet familiar, similar yet strange. More suitable for the performances he will soon deliver, no longer greedily in solitude but with a band of brothers on stage to practice all facets of his existence, growing with each exercise.