The distance between me and Crowder’s End begins to grow. I am able now to see the sonic place I was coming from with my first album, or going to, and a first record is a first record.
It’s a fantastic first record, and there are 2 sides to every coin.
The Second Album can be quite terrifying at times. I breathe, and let go of any pressure I may feel is there -mostly pressure I put upon myself.
The Second Album can feel like a maze, the kind of maze that has many exits, many ways to take, that would all lead me out to somewhere different, and I don’t really know if I want to make a choice yet.
Deep down I know where I want to go, and the Ship always sorta sails itself, in a way -I the channel for the Music to live, I the Body, the Execution and the Resolution.
Research has started and/or is resuming itself. The Core of “Desire” is found, and I couldn’t be happier for this first light. My second album currently referred to as “Desire” may very well already have a real name, a real identity, and I find myself undertaking the boldest of any projects of mine yet.
Desire is a Game. Desire is the Game.
It’s about me and Ben and Gab and Jules now, and it’s about openness, and it’s about listening. And feeling.
It’s easy to take your clothes off and get on stage and be that sexy thing people will stare at/get off on.
As easy as writing a hit pop song.
Cheap, easy music; cheap, easy sex.
I wouldn’t call these people artists. What are they feeding you? And Why?
The answers are too sad, and they’re not what I’m here to do.
Art, real art that can make people evolve, and touch their core, now that’s hard to achieve.
When I play the Music and I write the Words I know they’re telling me it’s perfectly, absolutely okay to be who I am, and when I perform, when I give these sonic stories a body, a shape, a colour, when I give them movement, I know I am giving it all to the people.
The serene, feather-light feeling that it is entirely fine to be who they are, no matter who or what they are, the many diamond-facets of everything they are, inside and out, day and night.
And I know that through their experience of the Robshaw performance they can light a candle and find their own way through the shadows inside for their evolution, an ever-growing consciousness and openness.
Secrets, confessions and revelations, and where do we go from here?
Celebrate the beauty of your Self. Release your Self into the freedom of pleasure, and satiate the dawn of every desire that may arise.
This place is safe, this place is true -how many crystals will the diamond unfold into?
And I know what I’m doing, and the most beautiful part of the show is always you.
And I do prefer champagne to a cheap brew.
Everyone was so beautiful last night. Everything was perfect, and I hadn’t felt such positive energy in a room in quite a while. It’s the best kind of drive.
I went on stage with a smile, my band played amazingly, and when the people dance from beginning to end and scream for more, I know I’m doing something right, and I know I’m doing the right thing to just keep going.
My band and I are now taking a break from the stage for just a couple of months -in our new jam room we’ll be refining our performance and yes, working on some new songs.
I can finally sit down and write again, and fueled by the incredible talent and skills of Gabriel and Jules and Ben, I know I can trust the Music to be in good hands.
I’m happy and I’m smiling, and it’s the easiest thing to do to believe right now.
I’m turning 28 tomorrow, and I know I’m good to go for the next part of my life. I’ve never been so sure.
A year ago around this time, 1339 Crowder’s End was being mastered at Soundscape Studios by Isaac McFaul. A few days later, I would take a bus down to Ottawa, and listen to my record on the ride home.
It’s been a year of magic, a year of meeting some of the most awesome people I’ve met so far in my life, a year of figuring out who I was and above all who I didn’t want to be, a year of designing, defining and outcreating Robshaw.
I wanted a celebration of this year, and a celebration of All Hallow’s Eve, and a celebration, of course, of my birthday.
I wanted a chill, laid-back extravaganza. I wanted a costume-party, and I wanted everybody to look spooky-sexy-classy.
So I decided to throw down Alex Robshaw’s Spooky Cabaret Party on Saturday, November 2nd, and perform a first show with Ben-the-new-drummer, and have two of Montreal’s finest bands share the stage with us, Forgotten Fix, and my buddies from Chair Warriors. The event is taking place at Crobar, one of the city’s coziest, warmest and sexiest venues. All those who arrive dressed in Spooky Cabaret Attire can get in for free -think 1930′s gangsters and dancers, think zombies, spirits and ghouls; whatever these words spur in your mind, dare to scare, dress to impress, and of course, get sexy.
It will be a Night of Many Firsts -but more on that later. For now, mark your calendars, dearest readers, and get ready to groove the spooky sexy dance.
After sharing passion through music for a year, Chris Brun del Re decided to leave the band earlier this month, due to personal obligations. I have learned a lot from Chris in our time together, and wish him the very best.
This band is my band.
And as long as I keep it going, as long as I’m still sailing, there’s always going to be Robshaw’s band, in one form or the other.
I thought I was right there, and then I had to take two steps back, only to open the door to somebody else, somebody new.
Another drummer will have something new to bring to the table, Jules said, very wisely.
With another drummer, things might take an interesting new twist, Gabriel said, very firmly.
Ben Goldberg is the drummer of the band Drifter’s Faith, and was delighted when he manifested genuine interest in my project. We had a first jam together yesterday, and Jules and Gabriel were as happy as I was. Once again, I knew I tapped into something good -the right Kinda Thing was flowing through everyone, and I know when it’s there.
Another somebody new. Another way of hearing the music, of beating the rhythm, of breathing the dance.
We can only go up from here.