Well, just a quick update before I head to the airport with my sister to fly down to LA for New Year's. The girl in question logged onto myspace and saw my note about her song St Louis being completed, and has put the song up on her myspage, as the song that plays when you go to her page. It's pretty nice.

I have a MySpace tracker, it's flawed but it more or less shows you who's visited your page and when. It crashes computers sometimes, so I know that it's the real deal. I'm never telling what it is, because I don't want too many people to find out about it and have it stop working. Anyway, you cannot ask me about it because you do not know who I am - this blog is anonymous and I have a readership of exactly 1. In any case using this profile tracker I ascertained that today the person that St Louis, my brand new song on myspace that I think is exceptionally catchy and sexy (almost evoking the spirit of Before I Come by the inimitable Lord Russ), is written for / about, logged onto myspace and at the very least got my message that her very own song is now uploaded. I saw that she viewed my profile, and there was a download today of this song, which I have to assume was made by her. I haven't heard back from her yet though. So I am very nervous that she didn't like it, or found it generally too randy, or some crap. Hopefully she's just taking some time with it, listening to it a few times, and then writing me some kind of note. After all, she does not know that I saw that she viewed my page today, and all this crazy surveillance stuff. My friend at work - we'll call her Monica for these purposes - this incredible baby in the mold of Linsay Lohan, that type but very sweet too - turned me on to this tracker thingie, and normally has a fairly quiet and almost aloof air that sometimes complete babes that are also famous big city party girls will have, but whenever she and I email each other about this tracker (she sits practically across from me, but private conversations at the office are the way forward, especially with total babes) she gets visibly animated and excited - it's hilarious - she almost gets like flushed and very secretive and just really funny. One time our servers went down for a second and I told her it was because I was tapping that myspace tracker site so hard - she looked appropriately impressed and scared and excited. It was very funny. Anyway, back to the individual from St Louis, who is in St Louis at the moment, and who I did not see at my concert here in SF the other night (she lives and goes to law school here) and so never met- today I guess she'd have heard her new song, that I wrote for her, on my myspace page. Maybe she can't listen where she is. In any case I'll be sure to tap into this keyboard the results of this nervousness-inducing operation, when there are some to report, for my one readership faculty in the unforgiving mountains of Mt. Pioneer up north there.... oops, sister's laptop power went down just as she was watching the final scenes of Devil Wears Prada. She cant be very happy about that, finding crap on a DVD is a right hassle! more later.........

Sitting right now at this little Chinese tea house with internet access and waiting for Jonah "OneLineDrawing" Matrange to arrive - he's been stuck in traffic all morning, coming back from the house of his girlfriend, a lady that lives I believe in Marin. The kitty, Mia, today woke me up by batting at my hand and then I never went back to sleep. So very tired right now. It won't affect the recording, I won't let it, but man am I sleepy. Got a contract in today back in New York for my ship event, and was given an unexpected raise yesterday, so all that is very good - otherwise it's a dark drizzly December day in San Francisco, the Sunset district to be exact. Lots of Russians here evidently. My sister and I went to the Y in the Stonestown section of town last night and I think that's around here, around Sunset, and there were lots of Russians there. I swam some laps. Then we went out and met my friend Pam at some posh wine bar in Marina - I told her about this secret blog and even threw the name out at her a couple times, but I don't think she heard me, she was talking. So for now my one reader remains a man named Henry in the vast mountains of Western Aardvark. Hello Henry!! Something else I was going to say but then forgot. Oh yeah, she saw the Zapruder fella recently and said his new book of poems is really superb, as is his brother's music. Fair enough. Then my sister and I returned to her apartment and watched Entourage and drank Syrah - the end.

I'm at Rockin Java on Height Street in SF at the moment, and the battery to my laptop is about to croak. So if I don't make this brief and post it, then all this will have been for naught. Last night I played a gig at Adobe Books in the Mission and trotted out some very brand new songs "Sunday Night Blues" and "St. Louis", that I plan to tackle with my brand new three piece band Bags, which will debut with Henning's band School for the Dead in Northampton Mass in March, at the Elevents night rock club. And this Thursday, I am recording them both in a demo manner here in SF with my friend Jonah Matranga. They will both then be posted post haste on my myspage. Also we will shoot a video of me crooning one of these new songs with an acoustic guitar in hand, and that'll go up on YouTube. Thanks Jeeves my friends are techie savvy, because all I know how to do is drink wine and sing.
love, SameSuitSam

I've been so supremely busy lately I could cry! It's all closing in on me, gentle reader!! However I am about to go to California from the 17th of this month til the 4th of this month, and I feel free there. Lately, I've been busy with preparing for my gallery show, negotiating with AmbienCR about an ad campaign where they need life size fiber glass sheep painted up in dream like ways, and which they've approached me about doing, of course mad sales and a gig in SF I've got a week from tonight at Adobe Bookstore, for which I am writing a new song because there's another girl there in SF who's also a friend of my sister's from law school (but I only ever harvested two such pretty friends of hers via myspace, so don't judge) whom I told I'd write a song for, she's from St Louis so I called it St Louis, and I'm still wrapping it up, though I think it's pretty much done. And lo, writing that one I came up with another one just tonight. I had the idea first: a song about the Sunday night blues. That feeling you have, ever since you're a kid with school starting anew the next morning, on a Sunday night. So now I need to really practice up both tunes, and then from the 31 or so remaining originals and dozen or so covers I could do, cobble together a set list, and practice that puppy, so I don't stink!! I don't play gigs very often anymore and rarely ever play my own songs anymore. Especially none of the "old" classics which drone on an on about love lost!

So anyway, this week's a little tough because tonight's essentially over (I'm insanely tired from over indulging in a variety of bright lights big city substances lately, not to mention a whole lot of Jamesons and White Russians and white wine, chasers for aforementioned AmbienCR tablets, which incidentally are a pain in my tuchus because they don't hit you as hard, so you don't comedically stumble around the apartment like a village idiot half an hour after ingesting, and then sleeping potion lasts way too long (guess that's the idea of CR, it's slow release crap) so all day I end up feeling totally shattered and old and full of regret about what a wasted lifestyle I choose to lead!) and tomorrow night and Thu. night I am going swimming straight from work. Still, on those two nights I should be home by 8pm, maybe even done with some form or another of dinner by 8pm.... so let's see. Then tomorrow night I'll write the dang set list, and Thu. night I'll practice it. Wednesday is no good because my friend and new band mate Adam Greenburglar is playing a solo acoustic show at Pete's Candy Store - wait - that's tomorrow night and I can't go!! Time running out, walls closing in!! Wed. night he and I are having a little rehearsal unplugged at our drummers apartment on the extremely north side of Greenpoint Brooklyn, just over the Pulaski Bridge from Queens, where I live (Hello from Queens!!) - Friday night I have a sort of date with this girl at work who is both cute and cool, and too young, and seems to really love my music she drunkenly professed/confessed at the company Xmas party last week. So like a good salesman I axed her out the next day - in fact she said to me about some show I told her about going with another friend from work (all of us love the indie rock) and she said at the Xmas party that she didn't know if I was inviting her or just telling her about it, so I was like I'll invite you! So we're going to see the Lemonheads. But I dunno because I found out that my friend at work Jonny is emailing with her a lot and they're tight and stuff, and possibly quite like each other, but Jonny's such a DUMBASS that I wonder if maybe she's not so clever after all. But get this, while I am at the Lemonheads show with her, my parents are coming down and the poor things will let themselves in while I am off on my indie rock date. The next day we are going to see my gallery show (the main reason they're coming down) and then taking the show down and bringing it back, in their Toyota, to my place. The next day, Sunday, on their way back home to Boston, they're dropping me off at Kennedy Airport (or is it LaGuarida? I think it's LaGuaridia. I must check) where I'll catch a flight to SF to finally vacation with my sister from the 17th to the 27th. Only the gig is on the 18th, and I have frightfully little time to practice. I do not want to bomb. I do not want to bomb.

Then on the 27th she and I fly down to LA, and my parents are flying in right then as well, to LAX. We'll all meet our grandparents and aunt and cousin, and the next day all drive out to the desert (Palm Springs) for New Year's and my grandfather's eighty something birthday. Then on Jan 2 my parents and sister and I (and I guess her boyfriend, I keep forgetting he's coming because she's moving out from living with him shortly enough but I guess they're not breaking up) are driving up the PCH, or highway one, the famous job that runs all the way up the Pacific coast (ooooh!! goodbye yellow brick road by elton's just come up on ipod shuffle - thank you ipod shuffle gods), to bring her back home to SF. Then on Thu., Jan 4 my dad has to drop off the rental car at SFO (airport) and I'll then at that point fly away to Toronto, Toronto where I've never been. Yes another business trip. I'll have 3-4 meetings there on that Friday, and am staying at some swank landmark downtown hotel that is some old gem and a part of their skyline. I'll spend Sat and part of Sun being a tourist in downtown Toronto, and then fly to Pittsburgh Sunday night. A meeting there on Monday and another on Tuesday, but only one a day is not so hot. That's all there is so far though. Wed., the plan is to fly back to Canada for one meeting in Montreal with a company called Nakisa that I've been trying to close for a while now.

Then I am back and painting sheep - you know, for the Ambien ad campaign. In the meanwhile there was some romance with a really nice girl from Western Apapolopochusetts, but I acted wrongly and had in no way any intention for anything serious or lasting with the person at this time, and I guess hurt the person a little bit, or a lot - but still have no regrets about how I acted, because I acted like a gentleman. Oh boy! Now Oasis, a great power pop song - what the hell is it called? Thanks IPOD SHUFFLE - you know and love me!!!! It's called Stand By Me, from the album Be Here Now.

I felt weary and emotionally shattered and profoundly tired - then this soaring pop song came blasting out of my speakers randomly and again music saves me!