So I have an interview for an internship next week. I will *hopefully* be working on a CD of music and audio interviews with women in prison, ultimately sparking a debate on the treatment of imprisoned women. At the very least, I will have a chance to speak with and connect with other local musicians… wish me luck.
A new album is in the works, and (what I think is) the best song on the album is available for download or listen at www.soundclick.com/justinbianco [EDIT: No longer, sorry!] so go check it out, ya bum. It’s called “Looking Down,” and another, more funny song called “The Top Of The World” is available there, in addition to “My Beloved, The Cello,” all of which will appear on the new album.
Laurel Brauns also has a new album, and it’s awesome, so buy it. www.laurelbrauns.com
School has begun, and classes are interesting. San Francisco is being good to me, and friends new and old are wonderful of course. I’ve been back in the mood for writing again, so I’m back working on my novels. Musically, little is happening; I think I need a good drummer before I can do much more that doesn’t sound like the electronic crap I’ve been doing already. Perpetuate The Evil is being worked on more, but more slowly. After finding a strange fascination with cranes (the city kind, not the bird) and wasting a few days trying to make a decent model of one, I’ve given up. Back to the other stuff.
Yes, so now I blabber. No more.
Finally back up and running. My computer committed suicide just the other day, and after fighting and struggling, I had to face the facts and just reformat the hard drive, losing everything. That includes, by the way, “Contigo,” which was supposed to be released four days ago. As you can see, it won’t be. On the bright side, I did happen to burn a few songs from ‘Contigo’ onto disk a week or two ago, so I’ll rescue those and probably just end up putting them on soundclick.com. I hope everyone’s enjoying “Stung By Love.” I’ve been listening to it a lot, and it’s definitely growing on me more and more every day.
Next week I’m headed to California, so if you don’t hear from me for a while, that would be why. Wish me luck as I try to find a new place to live.
I eagerly worked on my new projects until late into the night, and when I finally realized what the time was, it was 3:30am. So, I reluctantly decided to go to sleep. After all, I didn’t need to work until three the next day, so there was no problem. For a few hours I slept peacefully, until a booming siren went off. Suddenly alert, and quite deafened, I slowly realized that what I was hearing was in fact a fire alarm. After quickly dressing myself, I opened my apartment door, just as huge plumes of black smoke intruded into my abode. Minutes seemed like hours as I braved pillars of flame and destruction, until at last I emerged from the pits of hell into the cold, refreshingly clean air of early-morning Portland.
Okay, so it wasn’t nearly that dramatic, but there was a fire in my apartment building this morning. I was in fact deafened by the noise of the alarm, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. When I walked down the stairwell, however, I noticed a distinct odor of smoke. When I emerged from the building, I saw smoke wafting from a fifth-floor room. The fire was promptly put out, and there was no damage to most of the building, but we couldn’t enter it again for about an hour. By that time, I couldn’t sleep, and went on 3 and a half hours of sleep all day long. I am, therefore, quite ready for bed.