It’s tough for me to be a performer and a promoter and a curator and still be caught by surprise by music.. It’s like this for any artist- TOUGH to stand on his own two feet without havin his head too high above everyone else, too high to be an honest soul, believer

(although the belief itself is nothin’ - just a sense of purpose - not to be genuine.)

… or too submerged within the whole scene to the point he hates all art because “everything is the same.”

I’ve been tryina remain somewhere in between.

Sometimes though; even in my own work, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore. And sure.. I believe it doesn’t have to be defined… BUT this is like a bad, bad, art is dead kinda way. Like I can’t tell the difference from the real young at heart souls and those phonies…

And where we’re all different people and we’re all tryina be heard,
I guess it’s those ones that are just putting out that pure sound, a sound they don’t recognize as anything, are the ones that give you that chill..

Those that truly make it (and not just “yo dude, they made it.”) are those honest ones, making something that is to the point of not only “what’s cool,” but also welcoming you into what they’re feeling.. what everyone’s feeling, but described in sucha way that we all couldn’t say it.

Music is that analog of history anyways..

We all have a band that’s resonating with us…
that’s the coolest thing, we feel the same thing…
But for you it does somethin and for me I get it else where…

As long its bringin that ever-changing self out of us.

I guess we all see the same heart or hear somethin that we can relate to,
sometimes I guess we get too desperate to feel ANYTHING that we can’t tell the difference…

I just can’t stand this onslaught of knowing every band just to know them…
whoever withstands that test of time will matter in the end, but I guess the real problemo is that extension of sharing artists with EACH OTHER and listening to records TOGETHER is DYING.

We’re gettin alittle too absorbed into this computer screen world where we don’t even know how we relate anymore. No lineage. Just that this band sounds like this one or whatever.

I believe in listeners and I believe in those speakers

and to be one we gotta be the other…

Some honest-tea shit.

(the other 4 senses are obviously very important too.)

I’ve been feelin like I’ve repeated myself too much in the past year to the point where you can tell the difference and I’ve been disillusioned by whats actually goin on…

What will it take to imagine again?

Open up to what is actually goin on wherever you walk…

Wherever you want to walk.

I haven’t been doin enough walkin.

FUN news coming soon about the May Commotion and the second volume of Communal Compilations!!

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I can’t believe it will be one year since THE very first Commotion…

It’s been quite a spiritual little thing to invite these visionaries, forever destined pioneers, G.E.D. getters, those that don’t know how to put it into words, and suburban basement dwellers, friends! Behind the scenes of this little romantic black-and-white-movie-set-town, and watch on as they fully color it something different, but the same…

because it’s always gonna be “just Doylestown” but why not make it come alive?

COMPLETELY WITHIN the confines, but so beyond them at the same time…

All of it- itself is an orchestration of sound and feeling and awakening
somewhere else… like asking “hey, do you remember when this used to be that?”
or like, “remember when my heart used to beat and i didn’t know it?”

I dig the Tao, so,

it’s sort of like a Lao Tzu wrote so ethereally,

“The further you travel, the less you know. This is why the Sage knows without budging, Identifies without looking, Does without trying”

or, put more simply- the age-old, “Home is where you make it.”
into an even more wondrous expression, “Home is where.”

or fuck it, “If you build it they will come.”

That’s more like it.

It’s sucha deep gathering of dreamers- to make even less sense than trying to explain what happened in their dream last night. The Commotions are a last ditch effort to make some noise and celebrate possibility- or something to take from home! as change is so good and inevitable anyways! Together though.. we’re all making the world a little bit smaller…

NOT revolutionary, but just something that’s just been missing..

like all of us…. MISSING.

or whatever you feel.

Take that.

Anyways,

the second Communal Compilation is not coming out until May..

it will be a double disc collection of not only artists who have performed at a Commotion, BUT a band each of their choosing as well!!

Some things are in the works, and the dogs next door are barking…

The line-up for the one year anniversary show is gonna be announced Tuesday.

And I haven’t drank water all day which is a harsh realization…

So long.