You never know...

You never know if you don't... ahh.. well, hell, fill in the blank; try, ask, do, go, dream...


Last night me and my main man Brent, went to Buon Giorno Coffee in Grapevine for the open mic night, one of our favorite places and things to do, and we brought the NOISE kiddos, he bang-rocked his drum kit, and I slapped my Strat like a dirty girl, and we managed to chase out 2/3's of the high school students in the place out onto the patio, but for they who stayed, they got to hear a raw and fresh sound, the first tentative performance of our band "Political Caricature" (a name which will be explained at a later date I'm sure ;p)

And when we got done, and where all packed up and ready to jet, we where pinged by a guy named Travis, who is apparently a freelance journalist, and was hoping to get an article into Rolling Stone Magazine...


Holy shit on a flaming stick!

Myself and Bret and his saint of a girlfriend Nichole talked to him for the better part of an hour, and it was GREAT, he said he was working on an article about how the local music scene's across the mid and south west shifts, and was talking to the people that are keeping it real, the everyday folks who don't make a single thin dime from their music, they just do it because it's what they love.

That is me and Bret through and through.

Man I cannot even begin to express how righteous it was to play, and have a few excited and apparently impressed people give good feedback, its so encouraging, and its nice to know that others are enjoying the magic, because for me, it is not for others that I play music, but for myself, and if others enjoy it or get something from it, then that's pretty righteous too.


Either way, no matter if we get some ink'd mention in a major music rag or not, it was a lot of fun to share some of the passion and vision we share, because for us it is all about the music, and the good lord forbid we should ever reach a place where it's just not fun, where it's a business or a job, because that will be the day that the music dies for me, and I pray that day never comes.


Love peace and chicken grease internets, catch ya on the flip flop, and endure,
~Caleb