Last week someone told me that this was their reward. Makes sense.
My reward is proving people right. My goal is to prove Train fans right. All these years liking, loving a band that is so easily put in the “lame bin” and you guys stuck with us fighting the good fight.
I want you to be the ones that smile when your friends come around and tell you that they finally get it.
THAT is my goal.
You guys have been there through the thick and thin and I will die trying to make sure you are proven right!
Here we go!
I’ve been doing this for awhile now. Train is 20 years old and I suppose that means that Jimmy and I have been doing this together for 20 years. Before we met we had both played in a lot of bands and done a lot of gigging in PA and Illinois and then in California.
We’re still just kids that had music heroes and we wanted to be a part of that.
I want to say that Jimmy has been a great partner. He’s a lovely, caring guy for those of you who don’t know him. He’s a great guitar player and an easy going person and he’s THE easiest guy ever to get along with. I consider him my friend. I’m grateful for Jimmy.
Jerry was our first tour manager. A great musician and a great guy, Jerry makes a big impression on people. He works harder than all of us and he smiles through it all.
Hector is a quiet and a lovely talent. He’s a great singer and guitarist but he shines on bass.
Drew, my old friend, is an exceptional drummer and a great guy to be in a conversation with. He has a law degree so there are many subjects he can keep you up on.
Sakai and Nikita are 2 crazy great singers from the Bay and we are so lucky to have them. They show us how to be happy. They’re THE best.
Truth is YOU guys are the best. This is a quick note of thanks for being so good to us. If you think you go unknown I guarantee that you do not. We see you and love you. Thank you all so much. Can’t wait to see you.
When you wish, pray, hope.
When you really want something, it seems that you become the most “you” possible. When you need help, a miracle, an answer, you become the clearest you’ve ever been. It’s a beautiful and scary place.
I don’t know who listens or who answers but it’s beyond me to think that it’s wasted.
There has to be a place our prayers and hopes go. Right?
Anyway, I’m hoping and meditating for something important right now. It’s beautiful and pure and special.
I want this prayer to be answered so badly. The world will be better for it. I will be better for it. C’mon Angels!!!
Ahhhhhh. Okay. Goodnight.
Or is it sun burned?
Either way my back is red and hurts like the dickens. Or is it like a mutha fu?
Either way it hurts.
Heading out this weekend to MI. Looking forward to it. Time to rehearse some new songs and revisit some older songs. If you have any requests, please hit us up on Twitter or how ever you’d like.
I need a shave and some new clothes. I’m totally lazy right now. Making myself nuts. No energy. Just want to chill. I’m starting to think I’m Sammy Hagar. Just want to sit on the beach and practice being Sammy. Ha. That guy is awesome.
I hope your 4th of July was fun and safe and full of exquisite wine or Tequila if you’re Hector. I wonder if “Stacey Loves Hector” loves Tequila. Hmm….So much time and so little to do. Strike that. Flip it.
Ok I’ll post pictures and fun soon.
Miss you guys and the stage.
We need a full blown soon so we can see your beauty!
Which would you talk to?
Let me guess. Wolves.
Why though? I think I know.
Sheep, whom I love and appreciate and above all I admire for their stance on being mild, the wolf is the one we are attracted to. Maybe we want danger. Maybe it’s the unexpected or the chance of excitement. Not sure why really.
Here’s the thing I see in it.
Sheep are soft and good and fine. I want a sheep. Ahhh but then I see a wolf and I’m like, ” Damn! That wolf is all crazy and weird and potentially violent. Hmm, that’s kind of interesting. Let me get closer.” Keep in mind, I am a sheep.
That’s the fucked up part of all of this.
Most of us are sheep and that is awesome. We look down at it but fuck that. It’s cool. And it’s really cool to be chill and not violent and disruptive.
Here’s the deal though, as sheep we can really flock people up! Seriously. When we are a group of kind hearted softees, we are the rulers of the world.
Oh shit! Yup! Sheep in wolf’s clothing!
That’s tricky. Pretty much what we ALL are though so yeah that’s that.
We’re all wolves in sheep’s clothing. Cool until we’re fucked with. Ha.
That’s crazy and awesome.
People are so weird. I love it!
Hope you’re good!
Sorry for the rant. Been thinking a lot lately.
Boise is going to be SO fun!
Haven’t slept in a few days. Not complaining. Just saying that with all these changes and exciting times it’s hard to stay quiet in my mind.
This was a very strange and challenging time writing this album. Not because I’m obsessed with perfection but because I’m obsessed with Train fans. Great people. Great ideas and families and such a lovely group of weirdos.
Writing something that you would be proud of is very hard to do. In fact I’m not sure I’ve EVER done it.
This album is the one that if there is a “Train album” to take with you, this is it. Not sure why I feel that way but I do and I feel strongly about it.
Thank you for being there. Thank you for being the people that I thought you were. Thank you for being a reflection of us in the brightest way.
We love you like you love us. Trust that to be true.
If you only knew.
And though I never got her name
Or time to find out anything
I loved her just the same
And though I rode a different road
And sang a different song
I’ll love her till my last breaths gone
Like a river made of silver
Everyone came running to the scene
I was shot down in cold blood
By an angel in blue jeans
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
Late that night she got away
I chased her to the turnpike
Then lost her where the music never plays
And though I rolled upon the stones and fell into the water
I’ll love her till my judgment day
Like a sunrise made of white lies
Everything was nothing as it seems
I was shot down in cold blood
By an angel in blue jeans
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
I hear voices calling all around
I keep falling down
I think my heart could pound right out of me
I see a million different ways
To never leave this maze alive
I woke up in somebody’s arms
Strange and so familiar
Where nothing could go wrong
Barely alive or nearly dead
Somehow awake in my own bed
And there you are
Like a highway headed my way
Life is but a dream
I was shot down by your love
My angel in blue jeans
Being rich has very little to do with money. Not nothing to do with finance but very little.
I almost forgot that being rich is a feeling.
I was in my closet putting my laundry away and it re-occurred to me that being rich is doing good work and so much more but it’s not “being rich”. Having dough and being proud of that is for suckers. Doing good work and having a strong feeling that your heroes may look at you with a twinkle in their eye, that’s rich!
I was just listening to music, some my own and some not. I felt good. I guess what I mean is that I felt ok. Okay with myself. I felt like the ones that I love and the ones that love me would all be cool, more than cool with what they heard.
It’s funny how I keep wanting big things but the truth is I’m rich. I have great things, great friends, great family, great, loyal loved ones.
I almost forgot.
I suppose that’s what Memorial Day is about.
Thanks for the reminder.
We all hope to do something worth doing in this life we have. The Internet has made it so awesome but at the same time so quick to pass us by. There is so much to see and admire and love and hate and dispose of and be envious of. We watch great things and shitty things and things that make us laugh and cry and be pissed off at, etc.
The Righteous Brothers were special. They’ll be forgotten like all things but let us not forget too soon. They made great music and it has been in all of our lives on a grand level, conscious of it or not.
Bobby died in Michigan in a non-glamorous way, but man could they do it when they did it.
Take a minute to dig in to the Righteous Brothers catalogue. Just a few years is all they had together to perform but it was a mighty few years.
Here’s to them on this wine Wednesday.
Hope you guys are good.
Let’s walk into the future together.
If you don’t, then there was no future.
If you trust me, let me make decisions that look like mistakes at first and in time we see they were right.
If you trust me, be patient. This is a fraction of a second life but it still takes time.
If you trust me, trust me.
Well, we are nearing the end of the writing and recording of what could and should be our best album so far.
I learned a lot about music and myself and expectations. Artists kind of hate themselves. That just comes with the territory. When people hate what we do, most of us laugh and say, “Totally! I know. I’m shit! Good call.” And at the same time we wonder why we aren’t THE biggest thing since Elvis Presley.
We’re all idiots. Trust me. Marry an accountant. Actually, they’re the craziest people I know. Marry a teacher. Wait! The teachers I know are tough. Ok marry a Rock star. Fuck it.
Any way, I just played a charity event in SF tonight. Tomorrow I sing the anthem at the GS Warriors game. Psyched. Huge Curry fan!
So, we’ll have something for you to hear soon.
I really hope you’re in! Are you in? T25! Huh?! Anyway….
We need you now more than ever.
When I think we’re making a great album. I really, up until recently, thought for sure that I(we) didn’t have the goods. Writing, creating music that people will care about? Close to impossible. It’s heart wrenching. It’s frustrating. It’s awesome when it actually happens.
Funny, today most of the people you see singing a song, they didn’t write it.
That is the hard part. We want something new. Otherwise there would be 5 movies and 10 songs and that’d be that.
As an artist and writer, there is nothing I want more than the almighty song. Not just any song. The ones that have life attached to them, like when we say, “Oh my god! This is my jam! When I first heard this song, I was with…….and we…..It was amazing!” That shit is hard to do.
As I say that, I think that I have possibly done some work worth doing. Not sure that anyone will want to use these songs as soundscape to life but on the other hand, maybe a lot of people will.
There are some good ones.
I’m starting to get excited. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way.
This record has clawed at my soul, brought loss, change and periods of trouble and illness.
But here I stand and I say that this thing might be the best I’ve done. Definitely the best that I can do right now. That’s always the goal.
Hope to have a song on the radio in June for you…and me.
Talk to you soon.
Get your boat tickets. The last cruise was SO fun! Crazy fun!
Lots of smiles hide the truth
Lots of tears are lies
I can see what’s real
By looking in your eyes
Victims are the ultimate
Cop out that I know
Take your share it’s brave to do
And then you can let go
Come and take my last surrender
You’re the one I want
And when I’ve said too much too soon
All my dreams you’ll haunt
I want people to be happy.
I probably can’t help anyone really get there. We all want to be hipsters but what makes them hip isn’t what they like, it’s what they hate.
Fuck that. Time to like shit.
Haters sit in their own hate and it expands.
I will love and like and I will be happy.
No one should ever feel bad for me no matter how bitchy I get. Tired, working too hard, not feeling good, who cares?
Tom Arnold told me he wasn’t arrogant enough to be upset all the time. That would mean that he didn’t look around to see real problems. Smart fella.
I haven’t spent much time on twitter and all that stuff because I figure what you REALLY want from me is good music.
So, I’m working on that. We all need good music plus it doesn’t hurt to have your favorite band do hood work! Validating for all of us.
Anyway, I’ve been writing for a long ass time now. It’s miserable. It’s raw and weird and it sucks but ya know what? It’s right. It takes times like these to mean something. I preach this shit in the classroom all the time. Hurt. Feel. Songs will come. It’s true and now I’m living it.
So, that’s what I’ve been doing. If you miss me, go to Patcast.com and if you don’t miss me then you’re fine.
I’m getting tired of reaching for the starts but the starts don’t seem to tire of reaching for me.