The Devil’s In The Jam Room

So here I am listening to my latest.  I gotta stop goofing off.  Something has happened or about to happened that I really want to start boasting about, but fact of the matter, it hasn’t happened yet.  So Mooney can’t brag about squat.

I don’t think I would either.  I think that is what would be expected of me.  I’m not interested in being predictable.  Predictability.  You know how I feel about predictability, Jerry.  I despise it.

This is the worst financial state I’ve been in, in my life.  It’s not supposed to be this way.  My blog was supposed to make me rich.  It just hasn’t happened.  It won’t happen either.  I’ll live but just might be hungrier than I am comfortable with.

Really bad financial state indeed.  But that is ok.  I’m still pretty and one day my bowels will work properly.  See that?  I have plenty of things to be positive about.

I’m really looking forward to getting this band off the ground.  I finally found the superstar line-up that I’ve always wanted.  Plus I have to really get someone else behind the board twisting the knobs.  Doing everything on my own is going to do more damage than good.

I’m the only songwriter in the history of the world who gets it right every time.  I’m simply incapable of writing a bad song.  Actually, I’m incapable of writing a song that isn’t very, very good.  I can write an album of gems every week.  No problem.  Songwriting is the only thing that makes sense to me.

But I gotta slow the fuck down.  I can’t keep churning these songs out then recording them then rerecording them then going back in time and dusting older songs off and rerecording them too.  I need to slow down.

That is what I intend to do.  I am not 100% sure I am going to release anything else under Doug Hell.  I may do it as a band.  Maybe Doug Hell And The ___________ or so forth.  Maybe just Doug Hell.  Maybe just a band name.

So I’m going to pick my best ten songs.  That right there is a task in itself because there is such a huge body of stellar work.  I’ll consort with my biggest fans and see what they think.  Then I will rehearse them with my band.  Let my band put their own touch on it.  Then I’ll get Prentice Man to do the actual recording and engineering.  I love the lofi.  I can always go back to the lofi.  But in the wake of this most recent news that I want to brag about, I have to have a better presentation of what I am doing.

This site is another entity in itself.  I’ve been advised that I should probably not be so liberal, sharing my darkness.

Fuck that.  This is excellent therapy for me.  If I talk about killing myself on here there is an excellent chance I am not going to kill myself.  Every person I’ve known that has committed suicide never announced it.  There was no press conference.  In fact, everything seemed great.  Then BAM!  I’m the man with diamonds in his eyes.

Anyway, don’t take this crap any more seriously than you should.  I have no reservations about spilling it out here.  You would be amazed at who reads this.  My exes.  My children who don’t talk to me.  Past nemeses.  Law enforcement.  People in higher places.

Everyone gets down once in while.  Some people are private about their feelings.  I’m not.  I have no pride.  Anyone who taught you pride is a good thing is probably trying to sell you something.  Pride is the worst of the seven deadly sins.  Count it.

I know I’m going to catch it in the ear for this, but what the fuck is going on with this new trend of fishing for racism?  Christ.  It seems everything and everyone is racist now.  Everything you do is racist.  I can’t even say that black people are generally great basketball players.  That’s racist.  But it’s gotten way more serious than that.

I don’t think Trump is a racist.  He’s a buffoon.  But I don’t think he is racist just because a lot of boneheaded racists support him.  But don’t dare say a positive thing about Trump.  You’ll be dubbed a racist.  The parameters for racism have gotten immense as fuck.

Ah well.  Hopefully this is in fact a fad and will die down.  I don’t even know why I am commenting on it.  I can’t even believe I am talking about Trump.  I can’t stand political debates.  Or politics.

Ok guys.  I’m out of gas.  I know I haven’t posted in a few days.  I have been trying to make a concerted effort to get out here daily but I’ve just been so fucking busy.  I’m actually going to take a crack at getting a real part-time job.  I know I’m not supposed to work but I am going absolutely insane and I need money.

Thanks for tuning in.  I hope you’re all very well with plenty of love and light in your lives.

DH

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