last night i woke myself up from a dream, as in, i was in the dream, and realized, “this is the weirdest dream ever.” and so i woke myself up so i could consciously say to myself, “woah, that is the weirdest dream ever!” it goes like this…
i was a towel. as in, david crowder was not a human anymore, but a white, fluffy towel, folded on a shelf. it was actually quite pleasant. i seemed pretty happy. weirdest dream ever
jack, our (dc*b) guitar player, sent me this video and told me that it was culturally relevant. i never doubt jack, especially when he sends me videos. and so i post it here now, so we can contribute to the current metaphysical, esoteric conversation regarding natural phenomenon.
jack’s video response to Hungrybear9562’s video: Yosemitebear Mountain Giant Double Rainbow 1-8-10. behold, Triple Wolf Moon.
since it has been so long since my last post, i really wanted to say something clever and substantial here. instead, i give you this:
you know how entertaining it is to stumble upon whole pockets of culture that exist despite your ignorance of them? i have had numerous discoveries broaden my understanding of the eccentricities of humanity. whether it be circuit benders:
or ferret owners:
or consumers of the ghost pepper (aka: the bhut jolokia!):
i do receive an emotional benefit from finding, unexpectedly, a niche of people passionate about a thing that i have yet to give much thought. it’s the exact same sensation i receive from watching a marathon of sober house, which, i’m sure, is yet another indicator of my depraved state, but the following brought much marvel and astonishment:
there are, in fact, people, as in, real-live-walking-around-people, as in, fellow human beings, who believe in fairies. literally. now, my parents issued warnings about this in my formative years. growing up in a conservative, christian home, navigating supernatural phenomena is nothing short of difficult, i.e.: “the force” is ok, (i think mostly becausestar wars was awesome) but bewitched is not, since, well, it had a witch in it, and this was fine with me, because, as a kid, bewitched was infinitely less awesome than star wars, maybe. it was never too clear what crossed the line of make-believe into the dangerous realm of real-possibility, and i so i cheered for tinker bell when she needed happy thoughts to stay a living breathing thing, despite admonishments suggesting this may be akin to participating in the black arts. but i now attest that my parents were right – there are, in fact, fairy-believing individuals out there, although i’m irresolute as to the level of threat they pose us, given that their capacity for the suspension of reality is pretty decent, which, i would think, would lend to the potential for meaningful conversation regarding spiritual matters to be severely high. regardless, here’s how i know this, the existence of fairy believing individuals: while searching for outdoor playhouses (or, more accurately, outdoor dollhouses) for my niece, charlie, i discovered the work of a craftsman with such imagination and attention to detail that i felt, what i recognized to be, inspiration, while viewing his creations. these creations, as it turns out, are, in fact, “fairy houses”. the intention, it would seem, is for them, the “fairy houses”, to be placed in a suitable nook of the yard and left alone. these things look like they sprung from the head of tim burton or something. here:
they were so bizarre and fantastic in appearance i wanted to know more, such as, could they be durable enough for a 4 year old to play with, despite their fragile appearance; do they have access points affording the addition of miniature furniture; you know, questions of practicality. and so i clicked the “frequently asked questions” link. to my surprise, i found both questions and answers i had not anticipated. in fact, i’m confident that not a single question in the“frequently asked questions” would have ever occurred to me, which i thought was remarkable, considering these questions must be asked repeatedly enough to fall into such a category as – frequent. here are the questions and answers from the website:
“How does a Fairy House work? A Fairy House is a little like a radio tuner; radio waves are present all around us but unless we have an antenna and a way of bringing them into our audio range, we can’t hear them. Fairies are in many places around us, too, but we can’t see them, hear them, or interact with them unless we’re tuned to their frequency. A Fairy House is one way of tuning in. A Fairy House, or a Fairy door or window is a way to say, “I believe.” And when we believe, the Fairies hear us and are drawn to us. Our act of belief opens the door between their realm and ours and allows communication. Where should I put my Fairy House? When your house arrives, choose a place for it on a special table or shelf in your home, a secluded spot in your garden, or in a large flowerpot. Give your imagination free reign to create a miniature world around it with stones, plants, shells, or anything you suspect might appeal to Fairies. Children are a great help in this process but, if none are available, trust the child inside you to know what to do. How can I attract Fairies to my Fairy Habitat? Place a welcome gift of a crystal, special stone, gold or silver inside your Fairy House, next to the door of a TreeHouse Transformation Kit, or other Fairy habitat that you have created. Fairies like sparkly things. Warning! They don’t like iron or magnets. They love chocolate so leave them a small piece as a treat; then send an invitation from your heart for the Fairies to move in. You may have to repeat the invitation a few times, but one day you will notice that the quality of light around the house has changed or you will hear distant laughter or music. The Fairies have moved in. When is the best time to give Fairies gifts? Fairies like to get presents any time but they are particularly active at the solstices, equinoxes and, of course, at each full moon. Fairies love to feast and dance at the time of the full moon, so this is a particularly good time to show your goodwill toward them. Contribute to their feast by placing a small (fairy sized) plate with food from your evening meal adjacent to your Fairies’ habitat. Be sure to include sweets, fruit and, especially, chocolate! How can I connect with the Fairies? Fairies are spritely beings whose energy fields vibrate so fast, they don’t have solid form in the human dimension. They can, if sufficiently intrigued, change their vibrational speed to allow us to see them. When they do, they appear in many different sizes and shapes because they appear to each of us as we expect them to be. Fairies prefer to appear very small because that requires less energy. How can I see the Fairies? Fairies are most easily seen when you don’t look directly at them. Again, be very quiet, both inside and out. It may help if you soft-focus your eyes, look straight ahead, and concentrate on your peripheral vision. If you detect movement, resist the temptation to look directly. When you sense a Fairy presence, a friendly greeting is appropriate.” i have to say, my favorite question is: “when is the best time to give fairies gifts?” it is encouraging to know we humans, despite our eccentricities, are so very generous.
i’m hoping you’ve already seen this, but in case you haven’t, here’s something that i might be so bold as to call, “a real treat.” it is rockumentary number 5. i mentioned the plot line in one of my answers to the q and a that kicked off this new blog, and it is as follows: jack has become obsessed with the 2012 apocalypse, most likely because he watched that preposterous movie, 2012, which starred john cusack. he, jack, not john cusack, has begun stock piling. also, he has started a band with steve3PO our newest band member, a robot drummer built by bwack, our real live drummer. the band, the one started by jack, is called, lambz of abyss. you can check it out on myspace. one thing that becomes apparent in the rockumentary is that, unbeknownst to the band, steve3PO is permanently tuned into a local hispanic radio station. also, it should be noted, that all steve3PO perspective shots are in actual 3d. you will want glasses, the old school, red and blue, kind. this, the shooting of a few scenes in 3d, is because there is a satirical subplot lampooning the epic game changer, avatar. we think it might be the third best rockumentary yet. maybe. here it is below. oh, and if you have any suggestions for future plot lines, let me know. obviously, nothing seems too outlandish.
first of all, there was a rainbow. now, given that we were in hawaii, this is not so significant. here, there are rainbows everyday. it is a magical rainbow land. they have rainbows on their license plates, just rubbing it in: “yeah, we have rainbows, like, all the time.” my texas license plate proudly proclaims, “the lone star state,” yet has exactly 23 stars, a moon, a cowboy riding a horse across a plateau-like terrain, two oil wells, two desert plants, and a space shuttle. the narrative line of our license plate is: this cowboy went out riding through a succulent laden oil field and the space shuttle flew over. this, obviously, is awesome. but it is nothing so defining and singular as a rainbow. just looking at hawaii’s license plate makes you feel better. not to mention seeing one, as in, a real-live-hawaiian rainbow, as in, the brightest, most vivid rainbow you’ve ever seen in your whole life, as in, every single color that makes up the world is very, very discernible, like right there in the sky, with the big fat end of the thing, as in, the part you’re never ever supposed to see without pots of gold and small people in green dancing around it, sitting there, right in the middle of the pacific ocean, like right where you’re about to go surf for the first time in your whole life. with eddie vedder. i took a picture of this rainbow with my iphone. here it is. also, this is me and eddie the evening prior. i should mention a few things before we go on. one. celebrities are like volkswagens. this celebrity-as-voltswagen started with tone loc. hogan, our violinist, came running up as we stood waiting for bags in the LAX american airlines baggage terminal and said, “hey, that’s tone loc over there.” and it was. we know this because when he said hello it came out as, “was’up,” in that exact low, gravel-filled tone [ha] as, “hasta la vista baby,” and this encounter made us collectively less weary. in fact, our bags had arrived and it hadn’t even occurred to us that we were waiting on them, because, you know, we were hanging with tone loc, and then, after he was gone, we were busy trying to quote as many lines as we could remember from wild thing and funky cold medina or name any other songs he had recorded. (turns out we couldn’t, remember the names of any other songs, although his debut album,loc-ed after dark, was chock-full of gems like, cheeba cheeba and loc’in on the shaw, and i would not be able to recall them now, had hogan never spotted, mystically, mr. loc.) and so it began, this game of celebrity spotting. although we were pretty sure it wouldn’t ever get better than tone loc. in our game, it seems, random-famous is way better than uber-famous, as in, tone loc beats brangelina. this may be because brangelina would never fly commercial and is/are therefore not even in the running, but we like to think it’s because part of the value of the game is the inherent non-sense of celebrity and the insanely good feelings you get when you see someone who was very visible and public at one point, or who might have provided you meaningful entertainment with little, to no, serious, ongoing public recognition, and so, richard simons trumps tom hanks. and it turns out we’re pretty good at this game. granted, we (the band) travel in a large pack, as in, nine of us, and ninety percent of our time is spent in public spaces of transportation, as in, airport terminals, and the odds are very great that some random-famous person is there, waiting to be spotted, and with nine on the hunt, they tend to turn up. i realize how this sounds. “hunt,” is too strong a word. and so, i feel i should qualify and assure you that this is not a stalker-like obsession or paparazzi-like pursuit; i mean, we’re quite busy: hauling luggage and all manner of gear and equipment, checking in at the ticket counter, attempting to secure exit rows or bulkhead or finagle upgrades, searching for temporarily misplaced passports or tickets or mobile phones, or a taco bell, or a starbucks (actually, you don’t have to search for these, they’re just there); basically, we’re in an ever present state of performing demonstrably important and necessary tasks, so this “hunt’ is more just a tickle in the back of the mind, a finely tuned sense that is always at the ready for the observation and assimilation of common data other people overlook, like todd bridges standing in line in front of you at the admirals club, or the voice of gillian michaels asking about a hoodie at the other register while you are purchasing mentos, or larry miller eating handfuls of mcdonald’s fries directly across from you as you’re reaching for salt and a straw. these moments are golden and respected and the collective weariness is dissipated by the retelling of them. it is the exact euphoria of spotting a white vw beetle on a twelve hour road trip with your family and punching your younger brother hard in the arm. this may still sound cruel, this basic, non-stalker–non-paparazzi–osmosis-like–non-hunt for celebrities, and it may be. i think we justify it, partially, by telling ourselves, “well, you know, we get stopped sometimes, and, well, it’s not so bad, really.” and this is a true statement. we’re no tone loc, but there is rarely a trip through the airport that i’m not stopped and asked if i am who i am and if i would mind a quick photo, and i am happy to oblige. granted, it is easily argued that i’m bringing this on, this recognition, with my fancy hair and regal beard and my aberrant height. in other words, i’m an easy spot. but that doesn’t change the fact that saying a few words to someone who is saying nice things to you is not too very difficult. and i think this is partially why we like the game so much: we know the demands. sure, we might have just gotten off a red eye from seattle to dallas after having flown on a different red eye from atlanta to seattle the day prior, but there is an awareness that this moment, this present tense, has brought a very kind person into our path and it is possible that what we have done as a band has been meaningful to this person in some very real, emotional, non-ironic way and this may be the moment that either validates or undermines those possible experiences. in other words, when you meet santa claus, do you hope to meet the guy who has applied for a seasonal, part time job, or do you hope to meet the guy from the north pole who brings goodness and cheer and whose belly shakes like a bowl that is full of a sweet, clear, semisolid made from fruit juice and sugar.
which brings me to: two. celebrities are like santa claus. and this is part of it, the game: it is interesting to approach famous people and see how they treat you – to see if you get santa claus or the part time employee. i mean, it is absolutely reasonable to get a brusque, curt response; if you were to approach a non-famous person in the airport and abruptly introduce yourself, say, like when they were eating handfuls of fries, and then asked them if your friend could take a photo of the two of you, the odds are great you’d get denied and possibly reported to the nearest authorities. and yet, despite the reasonableness of dismissal as a response, we have never been denied a photo from a celebrity we have approached. in fact, for the most part, the people we have encountered and imposed upon have been generous and kind. and i think this is wonderful. but the reason this is interesting, this approaching famous people partially to observe response, is because, for the most part, i don’t care. at least that’s what i conclude. if i cared deeply whether the person treated me kindly or not, i would be much more hesitant to approach them. and the reason, i think, i might not care is because, really, how much has willis (todd bridges) helped me navigate life of late? maybe this is why random-celebrity beats uber-celebrity, there’s no real investment. there’s no real consequence. it is a completely selfish act on our part. i know it is selfish because i can ask, “what can it hurt,” and the answer to that question is, “not me.” but what if the person is someone who has created something that has moved you in a significant, formative way? what if the person is someone who has created things that have helped you navigate the landscape of yourself? what if they have written and sung songs that have been attached to some of the most important moments of your life? what if these songs sometimes helped you know what it was exactly that you were feeling in these particularly important moments? what if these creations animated the things that were in your chest and made them more experience-able, more real, more concrete and significant, as if you and these moments actually existed, that you and them were undeniable facts, validated by the sound and melody? what if these songs were inseparable from the moments, so much a part of them that they are dependent upon each other, that to think about the song is to think about the moment and the inverse? well, then, if this is the case, i believe it would matter a great deal which santa claus showed up. and there i was, sitting on a surf board in the pacific ocean, the end of a rainbow on one side, oahu’s diamond head on the other, the early morning air cool and already full of sunshine, and eddie vedder is sitting on his board next to me. we’ve been here for about an hour and a half, him pushing me into waves, him telling me to spread my stance, to keep the nose up, not that up, yelling and clapping and throwing me a shaka sign when things go well, floating, watching for the right color in the undulating water, talking about songwriting, evel knievel, guitars, the ocean, near death experiences, gene simons, the moore theater, long haired john, ace frehley’s guitar solos, rocking in the free world, latest reads, solo tours, chuck klosterman, paddle boards, adrenaline, the choice of the present tense, happiness, church music. there are exactly seven people i’ve dreamed of meeting, to the point of fantasizing, imagining what we’d talk about, planning the annoying questions, because these individuals have had such an effect on how i create and what i want to accomplish through what i create. four are musicians. three are writers. one is dead. and i was in the pacific ocean with a rainbow and a surf board and one of them. i believe in santa claus. we, the david crowder*band, have a developing theory that we frequently pull out, to laugh about and add to, and it is this: there is a grocery store on the outskirts of waco, texas, this beautiful metropolis we call home, that we are convinced is a psychological testing facility. i say this and you don’t take me seriously. but i am. i am serious. it is the only reasonable explanation for the store’s layout. i mean, we all know that grocery stores, and the magical stocking thereof, are the stuffs of science; precisely planned for calculated events to unfold upon your entrance. you may believe that it was your idea to buy the lime flavored water additive on the way to get the fresh head of lettuce, but no, this event was foreseen by a computer program months ago, knowing that you would enter from the south doors at 3pm on a wednesday. the ideology of impulse buying and the intentional direction of traffic flow for optimal manipulation is expected on our modern hunting and gathering outings, but what unfolds upon entrance into the H.E.B on woodway drive is nothing short of mystifying. this notion of a psychological-testing-facility came to me while catching sight of a man tapping away frantically at a mysterious, portable, rolling, computer cart that had various science-type periphery hanging from it while observing me as i calmly pointed out to my wife that i could touch weed killer with one hand while reaching across the aisle and, with the other hand, simultaneously touch baby diapers. and so we, as a band, have made humorous statements about this, and other equally mystifying product placements, and have made statements, with no real intent of following through on, about mapping the store to cartographically document the many bizarre commercial pairings. well, today i had the great joy of locating a particularly unsettling pairing. and i took pictures. the pictures are significant because i’ve been banned from this, the taking of pictures, in this store. it is true! i have been shut down twice for taking photos, which, as one would imagine, serves to grow my suspicion rather than suppress it. but yes, this time i was successful, and so i texted the band the following: ‘in my right hand i can grab a spray bottle of something called, ‘urine eliminator’ while simultaneously grabbing a fully cooked chicken that sits beneath an infrared heat lamp. magical i say!” here is the thing that is called, “urine eliminator.”: here is the whole chicken, warming beneath the lamp: here is me grabbing both: here are the text responses back from band members:
hogan: did you need a leather couch too? next aisle. bwack: can you grab the nickleback cd? it’s next to the vacuum bags, to the left of the chicken. mike d: amazing! jack: if you’re looking for the hamburger buns, they’re next to the hamburger patties. mark: yes! don’t get arrested. |
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