MUSIC MIDTOWN SCHEDULE FOR THIS WEEKEND. SCHEDULE Email me if you want to join the mulletman gang. Random Geek Link I didn't want to lose Font-Embedding... temporary linkMicrosoft WEFT 3 peace- seanrox

NEOSURREALISM LAUNCHED.
neosurrealism.com

It's only a one page wonder right now... basic information and some very small thumbnails of some of the pieces to come. I'm excited to finally get this thing moving. After a year and half of on and off again planning, I have something to show... more excitement to come as the site, the collection, and the concept progresses.

Here's the artist statement:

Capture. Bend the walls. Instill curiosity.

Surrealism moved out of picture frame years ago. We've all graduated from third-party perception of liquified clocks and still-life illustrations of awkward collections of objects. Now, surrealism is your own living space, challenging your personal perception.

An artist can only offer a catalyst for your perception of reality or surreality. My personal challenge as an artist is to capture the details of a peaceful moment, perceptually alter the architecture (bend those walls) around this vision with every apect of light and texture left in place, and create a pool of reflections for you to wade through with perpetual curiosity.

In my mind, the collectors of my art are people that enjoy the challenge of intrigue, the love of stimulation, and and possess the strength to step away from the concept of "pictures on the wall". The works hold the same level of energy you invest. A friend of mine once said to me, "your art will be where it should be." Now I believe I understand what she was saying.

neosurrealism.com

peace-
seanrox

THOUGHTS TO mm RedneckRock.com The 3Rs... Rock, Racin', and 'Restlin' Redneck Culture Up On Blocks GreyhoundGossip.com SpacerGif.com SeanRox.com Yoda Zfilter.com MulletMan.com EbayDoug Get Certified Rich's Real Road Stories? MulletMan's Monthly Song (new WH to rockytop) MulletMadness Syndication? SouthernRock Directory RegularGuys? Toucher? TomB? JayF? KGKL? CJ? peace- seanrox

CONCRETE BLONDE ROX!!!! ******************* PICS & REVIEW and remember.... the ultimate resource for ConcreteBlonde info has always been... blonde.vox.org peace- seanrox

NEW SONG POSTED: "On Your Own/Salem Night" yep. been a couple months since i posted a new song. I hadn't planned on posting this song yet, it was *so* unfinished, until I decided to quickly record and see how the song was coming along. Well, I surprised myself... although still a bit awkward, I liked it, how it was. I'm still recovering from my cold, so the vocals are less than prime, and guitar is more complex than I know how to play, but... the *essence* is there. BEHIND THE MUSIC. Don't ya love VH1 for having that show? begin Every song I've written, imagery comes together in my mind, drawing a set, characters, lighting, and sometimes very distinct camera angles. For "On Your Own", it was no different. I imagined a man sitting on the floor of his city apartment, back up against the wall playing a guitar... and on the other side of that same wall, a girl, with her own guitar also crooning about "finding that special someone". Do they ever cross paths? At the time, I was recently laid-off from the branding agency, and spending 24 hours a day in my new apartment near downtown Atlanta writing in my journal and playing my guitar for hours on end, and part of the song was one of the fruits of that time, but I couldn't ever write beyond the chorus. I tried to force the song to be a duet, but the lyrics that followed weren't as strong as what I had already written... so, I shelved the song. part two Months later, writing a new piece, "Salem Night" that centered around D minor, (a shiny new chord to me!), and cool little riff was exposed to me, and the energy of it filled my mind visually with select scenes from a recent trip to Mass. The fog on the low-laying fields, the moors, the ancient stone walls, skeletal trees, and driving thru the damp night accompanied by innocent joy with the top down in a convertible... it was dream-like, and quite invigorating. A macabre joy, if you will. The song never produced lyrics for me, yet I knew there were some to be written. convergence Recently, sitting alone and jamming, I played the two songs back to back, and it seems so natch. Confusion set in. The two songs told two completely different stories: one of loneliness and one of an brief, yet epic burst of joy. Despite the contrast, I ran with it. I imagined "On your Own" was the story... and "Salem Night" a dream sequence of sorts of possible revelation. Though few lyrics exist for the second part, I intend for everyone to feel the "hope" in the vocal part that does exist in "Salem Night." Take a listen and email to share your thoughts. peace- seanrox

WEAK WEEK for SX. STRONG FOR THE SILENT MM. Drained. Recovery from Illness, the usual insomniac nights, and workload de la hades. Dragging myself from day to day, I'm amazed I'm here, hours before Friday. One week since my immune system set my blood to boil. Everyday seemed to run into the next. Very few unique moments in memory. Work, I've done. Been sure of that. at least 8 hours a day... I somehow pulled that off, even with coming home two different days and crashing for up to four hours. Low-key success from day to day, wrapping up CJ projects, and focusing on well... I'm not really sure. Most moments are a dark blur. Odd isn't it? Is this what it's like to be old? Days blur into the next with little relevence? I've needed the rest, and somehow I think I *have* done so, if only on an energy expenditure calculation. There's still a cough, but that too shall fade. At least I'm not in flames. SLEEPING MM GETS HAMMERED. Checking out the stats a few moments ago, the musical redneck alter-ego somehow received an unexpected jolt of traffic... makes one wonder. No new releases or new public posts anywhere... only a quick, off-hand mention in the TenaciousD review for uk-fusion. The word is out... the redneck rocker is the phenom of the trailer park. RANDOM SH*T New songs, and revalation in the Reprise earlier this week.The week was full, a blur, and will reveal more as time passes. CJ 3-yr bday party tomorrow night... anyone is invited... should be interesting. 9pm at the CJ office. Email for directions. Now, get some sleep. peace- seanrox

ART HAS BEGUN. Although my new camera has yet to arrive, I began working with my ZodiacPortrait concept the other night. Since 'retta was coming over for a photoshoot for her business cards (front | back) and upcoming site launch for lorettapeters.com, we also began the intial photography for the star signs. The picture to the right was one I happen to snap while out on my deck looking back in during a break. Reviewing the pics we took the other night, it occurred to me just how simply beautiful her skin tone appeared. Amazing. Eventually I'll share some samples with her approval. Just from the way the colors came out in the pictures, other ideas begin to come to mind. AK is here with some food for the sick guy. peace- seanrox

FEVER. The week continued to break me down, piece by piece... Friday, I broke my body. Leave early. Head swimming in mush with a freezing fever, I left work 30mins early. This never happens. I felt I needed to rush to the store and buy decongestant, antihistamine, Gatorade, and juice... I knew I was "in" for the weekend, and I was about to crash. Stumble in. Dragging myself up the stairs to the attic, I dropped my bags in the kitchen, fell to my room/office, placed my AIM message to a sad "away" message of sickness, and fell into bed, sweating and freezing. For the next three hours, my head swirled from thoughts of my own impending death and consequences therein to the knowledge I was burning up. I needed meds and fluids, but I couldn't get out from under the covers. I spoke outloud to myself and to people popping on and off my AIM account. I thought I was going to die. Painfully Rise. At 9pm, after several hours of extreme body aches, dyhydration and dementia, I somehow dragged myself into the kitchen and down half a bottle of Gatorade, which was still in the bag on the floor from earlier, struggle to open the Actifed meds (had to use a knife nearby), dunked my head in freezing water, and crashed back into the bed, adding a blanket before passing out. After Midnight. Three hours later, after some strangely peaceful rest, I awoke. Still disoriented, but less aches. Feeling "well" is relative. I felt a million times better, even though my head was stuffy. I felt used, abused, with sinus blockage, BUT a bit rested and like a human again. Every 3 hours I continued to awake in need of fluids and/or meds... until I awoke at 9am. I'm just glad to be alive. peace- seanrox

TenaciousD Rocks Atlanta... April 1st 2002 ... a fan's sticky perspective. The greatest band in the world shared the acoustic majesty of their special sauce to the willing minions at Atlanta's Tabernacle with a vengeance of a mediaeval demon. *sigh* Before the fan and faithful witness within rises and spouts tales of cryptic message, sacrilege and downright Machiavelism, you must first truly understand regality of "the D." It's been said before... imagine, if will... the cosmic forces of 'Molly Hatchett and Black Sabbath', bonding and forming a double-edged and caustic union. The spawn of this wretched mix.. two men, two guitars... one vision... TenaciousD. Tongue-in-cheek, finger-up-your-arse humor -- the ye ol'e gothic storytelling of Magnum -- the mellodrama of a fratboy's musical plight to stardom. The joke is a reality, and TenaciousD will 'rock your f*cking socks off'. ARRIVAL. The MulletMan crew rolls out of the cab in a plume of ripe smoke. Alas! Before us, Atlanta's Tabernacle... an old, theatre-sized converted Baptist Church. Such a visage! Red velvet carpet, grafitti and pipe organ -- how righteously perfect!?! Beer. The opening band, GreasePaint takes the stage. Nothing to report here. Let's move on. LIKE A HOUSE PARTY. At first, the theatre appeared to be one of the grandest sausage-fests known to man. Then, from out of the dark, chicks appeared from nowhere, and the D secured the stage. Two acoustic guitars, two guys, one vision... and they classically open with a cover of Queen's motion picture anthem --"Flash." The sing-a-long had begun. Like a house party with four thousand of your best friends, the show had begun, and we were riding high. WIT, MOCKERY, AND SHEER TALENT IN MOTION. For the next hour and a half, the D lyrically weaved through American pop-culture references and the grand, yet coincidental absurdity of quite possibly being, as self-professed, the greatest band in the world. These two pied-pipers led "their people" through the epic rock singles from their album, snippets of classic Saturday morning theme songs, and successfully played us all into their master plan of world rock domination. OH, TO BE A FAN. After years of interviewing pop and rock stars on their rise and fall and learning the gritty reality of the music industry, for once, an amazing treat to go to a show and be one the many, a fan among fans. To be boisterous and belt out lyrics loudly with a group of friends. To not mind that Paul from Consumption Junction was pouring beer all over my head in his feaux, post-mortem, drunken birthday state. We were fans, and Tenacious D rocked our f*cking socks off. peace- seanrox