Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
It's over. I can't go into the personal reasons, but of course will leave you some explanation as to how I got here. It feels a bit like walking away from a life of crime or the Mafia. I am Carlito, I have finally made the break from the old dangerous way of making a living. I just hope Benny from the Bronx doesn't shoot me as I am boarding the last train out of here. The point is that I am no longer Domu. He is a character, always has been, and as of Friday 13th November 2009, he no longer exists. Neither does Umod, Sonar Circle, Bakura, Yotoko, Rima, Zoltar, Blue Monkeys, Realside or any of the other names I put out music under. I am cancelling all my gigs and not taking any more. My hotmail is closed, my Twitter is closed and my Facebook is closed. If any of you want to talk to me and know me well enough to have my mobile number then that is still the same, and please feel free to call any time. My other email address I mail from occasionally is still open to tie up any loose ends.
I had started to change, for the worse I am now sure. My confusion was growing, my insecurity and bitterness getting out of hand, a lack of creative direction and focus were leading me somewhere very dark. I have felt so depressed by all of this. Believe me I have searched my soul long and hard this year to find the reasons again why I do this, but I can't locate them. Too much of 'me' is mixed up into all of this, and no one should ever give so much of himself or herself to a job. I once believed in all of it, that I made and played music for a certain type of person, for people who didn't want to adhere to the 'normal' way of life, the free thinker, the independent or open minded type who was bored of the genres, the staples, the blueprints or the formulae. The underground. But I just don't truly believe I am needed in this battle anymore. It has been passed down to another generation, who are doing it their way, and I have no desire to try and edge in and start proclaiming to be fighting a fight that is no longer mine. I am a 31-year-old man. I can't claim to be holding a torch up to something that meant so much to me at 15. At 21, maybe. But now, after ten years going full time, I think I have said all I had to say. My creative light has dimmed. Maybe because I started so early, who can tell? But I feel satisfied that this is it.
I have had an amazing time. I've travelled the world, drank and partied and made a decent living out of entertaining people throughout all of my 20's. I met some incredible people in cities I never dreamed I would visit, shared my thoughts and collected wisdom from a huge range of deeply profound and lovely people. But I have also met some real arseholes, and I could feel I was becoming one. Playing records I wasn't sure I liked to people who had no idea who I was. I had gone cold, cold to the music, to the reactions and to the point of it all. I was changing what I thought I liked, so that I would be liked. I am not a chameleon. I am not Madonna, I can't stay abreast of the current styles and keep changing with it just to stay in fashion or retain some kind of credible status or career. I have had my moment. If you know me well, you would have sensed a change in me over the last two years. I have always suffered with problems of confidence, but I know that's not why I am throwing in the towel. I feel like I have to change so much of what I think is 'me' to carry on. What I believe in, how to talk to people, how to behave. I just don't think I can be so arrogant and harsh to stand out anymore. There is so much noise out there that people have to shout louder and louder to be heard. And for what? I am beating myself up over something I no longer believe in for an income that is stressfully patchy and more often than not, very low...
...I'll leave you all with this. Life isn't the X-Factor. No one has a God given right to his or her dream or ambitions coming true. I have worked hard and had some great luck. I followed some opportunities, squandered others. I have no regrets, other than not stopping when I knew I should have done this time last year. The only thing you have to guide you through your life is your instinct. Sometimes the right decision isn't the easiest, but between your conscience and your intuition you will find the answer. Please listen to it. It's you.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
[I had meant to post this the other night, but better late than never - C]
""Say it ain't so, Joe…There you go again, pointing backwards…" Sarah Palin's overly-crammed brain was aching to unload these canned Reaganesque quips at some point during the debate.
It is understandable that her handlers would program them into her limited arsenal. They were emergency generic punch lines just waiting to be delivered in lieu of substance-- a diversionary device like a flare or a smoke bomb to be used in case of an unanswerable charge from Biden. Do whatever it takes to keep the focus off your party's disastrous record on nearly every issue.
Never mind how we got in this mess. Pay no attention to the past. How dare you bring up the record we're running on (while we're simultaneously trying to run from it)? We can't learn anything from history. If it didn't happen in the last 5 minutes, it's ancient history…our slate is clean. Everything is new and unprecedented. I call do-overs! Mulligan!! I am the great and powerful Oz!!! Umm…what was the question again, Gwen?
I imagine her car mechanic tells her "No, don't tell me about your car's symptoms or the service records…that's all in the past. I'm sure we're dealing with some utterly new problem unique to your vehicle. I'll just get to fixin' the problem…"
Sometimes there's a reason for the blame game. It does matter as to the causes of global warming, avoidable wars and financial meltdowns. It matters because you can't address the cause if you don't even know what it is. Treatment is much different whether a headache is caused by encephalitis or a hangover.
Even Palin understands this on some level because, (miracles aside), she realizes that sex is the overwhelming cause of pregnancy. She determined that the cause of her daughter's pregnancy was not the failure of abstinence programs. It was caused by unprotected sex with a boy and therefore needed to be solved by a ceremony involving a shotgun and a preacher.