Peaceful, quiet, but in motion. This song is like thought to me. Having thoughts while trying not to. There's a bit of stress in it, and a bit of heaviness in it, some weight spiritually... again, that's to me. It's like when you go from place to place looking for one thing, and everyone tells you, "its over there!" So you go over there, get the runaround, and every "Over there" tells you the same thing, "It's over there!" That frustration, but toughing it out.. the smoke breaks in between... taking in the scenery, remembering the people, but still, on the tour through all sorts of states of being, all levels of relationships.... life, really living it in the belly of the grit, looking for a light, a break, and always told either silence, or "Sure, just go over there..." The name comes from the smoke breaks. I was smoking Black-N-Mild Casino's heavily. This was in Detroit, "real world". There for a little while. Couldn't tell you why really other than that's what life was doing at the time. What i went there for wasn't there at all. The crew was waiting back in the Corners, so, now and then I'd shoot back there... wasn't too far. Anyways, so a guy in Cali was talking about "Freaking Black-N-Milds" which i'd heard of but never done. Folks take the inside layer of paper which has a scent to it out so it "smokes better". I tried it once or twice... too much work. So what you do is you can remove the wood or plastic tip. Wood tips are better. I hardly get the plastic tip ones. Anyways, empty all of the tobacco out by slowly rolling and squeezing it with your fingertips. Empty it into some place you can save it because you're going to put it back in later. Then you roll the paper in your finger tips so the inside layer and the outside layer separate. Slooowly and carefully pull out the inside layer, so you don't break the outside layer or else you're going to have to piece it back together and if you don't know how to fix a broken cig, you're screwed. So once the inside paper is out you pack the tobacco back into the outside layer. You can mix it if you want with whatever you want and pack it all back in. One thing I used to do was (I called them) "Highlighters", which is where you pack tobacco up to a little under halfway. Then at that halfway point, put in a shot of something else, and then start back with the tobacco until it's almost full. The last tip put that same stuff back in to finish it off. So what you have when you smoke it is maybe 4 hits of not tobacco, then chased with tobacco that you can smoke until you have half left. When you reach the halfway point it starts over. Half the ride, and the rest the chase.
So, sit back in detroit, with one of those, and wait for the silence to break. Thinking about the times past, and the time left. That's this song.
The artwork came from just missing creating. The song was done in Detroit and there were words written for it. As a matter of fact there were about 5 or so instrumentals done, just a bit of venting from not having equipment, or time, or a way to do anything, no outlet or space or real comfort or anything... just work to throw down a hole it seemed. Ever been a place that's not you, won't ever be, has nothing for you, and all you can do is spin? Loved the people. Loved the places. Just nothing there for me. Dead. So, trying to not die completely i got a trial version of a program, and on a busted computer that would shut off whenever it wanted, and sometimes just not start, i hammered out 5 or so instrumentals, and wrote, and put it on a shelf because there was nothing else to get anything else done. So... that was it. Back to working to come back to nothing or nonsense, to pass out and go back to work. After leaving Detroit i stole some time and did the cover just being happy to be able to get on the internet in a somewhat comfortable chair i pulled from someone's trash (some lawn chairs, those stackable plastic ones with the wobbly legs). Had a bootleg version of Photoshop... did the image and it seemed to fit the song, so, yeah. That worked out. There was going to be more windows to worlds in the glass ceiling there, but it didn't fit the mood. There weren't many options. So there's more blankness in the sky. The ground is hollow, Matrix like. Some glimpses if you aren't sucked into the fire from above, to remind you of life, but not much. So... smoke. Ha ha ha ha ha.....
Here's a link to the bandcamp if you want to download it. This is the instrumental. I'll have to look for the words. They may be on that p.o.s. computer I did the song on... which is dead now.
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