It's all a matter of perspective.

Friday, January 23, 2004


With karate I'll kick your ass
Here to Tiennamen Square.
Tonight was our first time to play in front of people, and it went really well, almost perfect. We performed to the best of our abilities and received a huge crowd response. We did not win and will not be advancing to the finals of the Arkansas Times Musicians Showcase, but then again, we never really expected to. This was our first gig for Pete’s sake.

All in all, I am very proud of our performance. We accomplished everything that we set out for. We played the songs perfectly. We had a great time. We got to play at Juanita’s – on a stage where I have seen Bela Fleck, Sam Bush, Warren Haynes, Melvin Seals, North Mississippi All-Stars, Merl Saunders, Oteil Burbridge, Duane Betts, Victor Wooten, J.D. Blair, Chris Duarte, Ian Moore, and many more of my heroes. We impressed a more experienced band to the point of them offering us opening slots. And I feel certain that the Juanita’s people will invite us back to play again.

So lookout for Cosmic Debris (suddenly and consistently pronounced Kos-mick Dee-Briss). We reign. Runner up.

And furthermore - Look for a tape of our performance on this blog in the next few days.

Thursday, January 22, 2004

I realize that I am late on finding this article that Matt Labash published last Friday. Matt, an admitted reality TV junkie, rips into Nicole Richie from Fox's The Simple Life with his trademark sardonic wit. Here is a sample:
Critics, always in need of finding larger social implications, have misguidedly written thousands of words on how the ascendance of Paris Hilton means our culture is now so addicted to celebrity that we are willing to reward people with fame who've done nothing to earn it. Last summer, an Associated Press writer even diagnosed the condition with the coinage "PAC"--for "pre-achievement celebrity." But it's hardly a new grievance. Andy Warhol marked the same phenomenon in the '80s. And Homer took notice of it well before then, having written, in the "Iliad," "How vain, without the merit, is the name."

But if critics have correctly diagnosed the problem, they've undersold it's severity by pegging it to the wrong poster girl. The mystery isn't why Paris Hilton can become famous for having done nothing (she did, after all, allegedly make out with former Madonna girl-toy Ingrid Casaras in a bar). The true mystery is how someone like the charmless Nicole Richie can become famous for nothing more than being the friend of someone who's famous for nothing.

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

This is one of the acts we will be competing against. Things are not looking good for Cosmic Debris. We don't even have a web site! Be sure and check out the lyrics.
Up in dog town 72115
We’re coming up Yeah we’re bring it Live
Up in dog town 72115
We will get you off and leave you to die
Wait a second. 72115 - Dog Town - These guys are my neighbors.
My new band finally got our first gig. We will be playing at Juanita's tomorrow night in the Arkansas Times Musicians Showcase. Soon the world will be ours. Cosmic Debris - We Reign. Supreme.

Monday, January 19, 2004

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