New Album 2018

I recorded a blues album for 2016, then an experimental album for 2017, and now I’ve got an idea for the 2018 album. This will be the best album I’ve ever made. I will not hold back. It will get The full treatment and, if the recording artists get behind the idea, we’ll do a Tennessee Theatre show. One night.

More is in the works for the recording schedule. All new music, all new ideas, can’t wait for 2018.

A year from now, I want to look back and know that Dreams are exceptionally hard to achieve for a reason. There will be things and people that pop up to block the flow of your energy. But, it’s only a test. They are not permanent road blocks. They are only side street distractions.

Remember that these distractions will pop up from our old lives to misdirect our resources and energy, but we must think back to why they became a part of the old life in the first place.

They are the Lazy, thoughtless, part timers, who speak without thinking, eat the crap people feed them, sleep where other people tell them, and simply go with the flow.

But, we are not!!

They will always be on the sideline of your life needing asking for a helping hand, giving a shallow compliment, and trying to make some dead memory live again.

Remember, remember, the 4th of November.

OK. Here are the names I’ve been working on… but first, I think I want a pseudonym because I’m in  a place I can start over and do things a bit differently. So, these are anagrams of my name. Check them out.  They are the best of the lot and the ones I like most in bold.

Thadd Presley

Shred Adeptly
Add Thy Lepers — possible album name for 2019
Addle The Spry — my fav
He Lept Dryads
Ethyls Red Pad
Shady Red Pelt
Ed Held Pastry
As Thy Peddler — album name 2020


James Thadd Presley — album names

Helpers Add Majesty
Redhead Amply Jests
Slapdash Jet Remedy
Medley’s Depths Ajar
Jaded Harmless Types
Shapely Jaded Terms — my fav album name
Empty Jaded Slasher
Jaded Pastel Rhymes
Them Deadly Jaspers

I think these will all become album names eventually.

 

Wish me Luck!!!!

Black Sleep

“The Black Sleep”
by: Thadd Presley

I can only tell this once and would like to keep silent on this account completely; except for the children that might follow my direction and possibly choose a path such as I’ve taken, I would indeed find a way to keep my life’s decisions a secret and work towards erasing all record of myself from the Earth which would turn all the prying eyes from my business forever and a happy man it would make me; to see the end of this thing called fame, I would do all this, you see; except I know it’s impossible to put the smoke back into the pipe, after it’s been enjoyed, and I grow more and more saddened by this knowledge and will forever more be saddened by every young one who looks at my life as something to be desired and at myself as a role model to be followed.

Obviously, not realizing, or perhaps pretending they don’t see, that I rose to these delirious heights and achieved these glamorous proportions by turning against my upbringing and throwing aside the wise words of my faithful fathers and goodly mothers and by disgracing this very special being I was born into; and, believe me, it is with a heavy heart, for I would like to not face this, nor do I want to make mention of it at all, but if I’m ever to have any sense of humanity again, I must admit that by attaining greatness in the sight of others, I forfeited the invisible part of myself, which is the part we all know matters most, and I am afraid of what awaits me on the other side of this life; that is, if there’s anything at all, I wish, with all my being, that I could trade back all that I have for the single thing I once thought didn’t existed.

Death is what I most need it to be; a black sleep, a darker, much deeper sleep than the thin nights I wake from and fall back to each eve. It will be relaxing and filled with sweet dreams if I know the truth and hold it high for all to see. However, the fantasy of life quickly recedes in the light of this truth and the very moment I try to imagine anything more than the blackness my Death needs to be, a cold sweat dowses my brow and the velvet blackness begins to pulsate until a slight crack splits the horizon just enough for my eyes to squint closer and closer until they adjust to the ever so dimness of light that reflect the waves slowly moving below in the inky, limitless sea of pitch.

In the slightly-pulsating lighted horizon line, I see dashes of swooping red devils, all differing sizes, gleefully thrusting pitchforks into men and women. These tortured people cry silently and ball their fists into their eyes and mouths, some pull at their hair and claw the skin from their faces. Each trying someway to ignore the pain brought on by their decisions and actions before falling to the Black Sleep.

I see many small devils attack a thin, pale, naked man and lift him into the air under the power of their muscled wings. A scream fills my head, but his mouth doesn’t move. Alongside a background of sucking and smacking waves, which is how that sea of hot tar sounds to my human ears, I hear a dark chorus of cellos and violins, and a hundred different voices calling out to the souls who still live in the Universe of Free-Will. Joined in a deafening choir, each voice pleads in it’s own words, for those who still have the strength and can, to turn from wickedness and accept the truth by faith alone.

These voices, crying together as a choir pray, and lament, and scream in torment; and for a moment I wonder, perhaps I even ask aloud: Am I the only one who hears them? Am I the only one who knows the truth of this Darkness crawling under a black sky? And, if I am, who will believe me?

Sadness, as I’ve never known it, fills me and I want so much not to be a liar, and a thief, and a braggart, and a lover of Earthly desires; only, so people might believe me when I tell them that the fame and fortune I have attained, nor the great wealth and perfect health I enjoy, compares to the eternal spirit I place in peril with every action and thought, and that beyond the thin veil that separates life from The Black Sleep, Time does not exist.

I know, in that moment; that, everything worth knowing was a single, simple truth, that forgetting everything I’d learned before made me a genius, and a legend, and immortal, and rich, and healthy, and capable of super-human feats yet seen by mankind.

I know when I wake from the sleep, I will give it all away and walk with the lost, be with the homeless, eat with the hungry, drink with the thirsty, and live with the dying. I will do this because the dreams of my Black Sleep depend on it.

A will bring this great message to the world:

Do not feed the hungry, eat with them.
Do not house the homeless, live with them.
Do not give water to the thirsty, drink with them.

I realize everything now.

As soon as the choir stops screaming and lamenting, and praying; when the cellos and violins quiet, and the black, crawling sea of tar stops sucking and churning below; as soon as my eyes adjust to the dim light on the horizon and I wake up from this Black Sleep, I will change my life.

Don’t Plan For Worst Case Scenarios

“Worst Case Scenarios and Why You Should Never Plan For Them”

 

Someone just told me they plan for the worst case scenario, just in case it happens. I believe they think they are doing the right thing by planning for the worst outcome, but I say: planning for the worst outcome is the absolute worst thing anyone could ever do to their future.

Here is why:

Exactly where do you think the future comes from? Do you think it will be an accident when it gets here? Do you think it’s planned out before hand, as if we are on a roller coaster ride with no control of how it’s going to turn out? Do you think there is force in the universe that takes our desires and weighs it against what we deserve and decides what we should get one way or another?

I’ve heard it said in many different ways, but it always comes down to the same principal. When we think about the worst thing that could happen to us, we are creating the possibility for that exact outcome. And our thoughts affect our future and, not only that, they affect the futures of those around us. For example, in one case alone, our thoughts affects the outcome of our desires and our dreams and the very things that we spent my time and energy to create, but there’s more than just us depending on the outcome of our future. Family, co-workers, friends, teammates, lovers, and everyone else who wants to see you be a happy and successful person.

Instead of thinking of the worst that could happen to us, we should spend our valuable time in a much wiser way: such as, thinking about all the great things that are going to happen because we achieved the goal we had in mind. Again I point out: We think of the good things that will happen because we succeeded and even out-did our wildest expectations.

Our thoughts are not on winning or losing. They’re about the wonderful things that will happen because we won the day. Will we become rich or famous or travel the world or a combination or all three at once.

But, I can hear you say: I think of all that stuff, too. I’m just planning on the worst in case scenario just in case something happens.

Well, like what? What might happen?
And I warn you to be careful because you’re thoughts have unmeasurable, an possibly unlimited power. So, only do this if you are sure your thoughts do not affect the future and, even then, only do it for a second. But, what type of plan do you have and for what worst outcome are you preparing? How many “worst happenings” do you plan for? Does it go as far as death and do you have your life insurance paid up?

Well, that’s exactly what I mean.
So, let’s face the facts. You either believe that we can create our version of reality and get to experience the things we want or you don’t. You believe that we are either in control of our life or we’re not. You believe that God either wants you to be a prosperous person overflowing with all your desires or he doesn’t.

You either believe that our thoughts have some power beyond the pictures and sounds they make in our head or you don’t. You either believe we are an important part of the universe or we are just something in the universe?

So which is it? Are we a part of it or are we just something in it?

I want you to know that your thoughts do affect the universe because they are part of the universe, and not just some part of the universe, you are an important part, a creating part, a thinking part, a deciding part. You are alive and your thoughts are alive. Act like it. You are not a victim of what happens to you, you are a creator of what happens to you and to the universe.

Fear, Imagination, And No-One Really Knows You’re Alive

“Fear, Imagination, And The Fact That No-One Really Knows You’re Alive”

To push through the distractions of life and ignore the modern concerns, to willingly focus our attention on being ourselves, to offend people, to be offended, to learn things about ourselves we don’t want to know, to be put in our place, to have friends, to lose friends, to be part of something, to be alone, to walk into places that are too loud and too crowded, and to interact with people when we don’t want to, to learn a truth we might never understand, is the reason we are alive.

Feelings and emotions are the biggest part of our lives for a reason and they mean something. They mean we’re alive. Emotions are powerful and crippling and long-lasting, and wonderful. Learn to understand them and we learn to understand ourselves. We shouldn’t stop living just because it’s uncomfortable sometimes. Live more now, learn more now, be more now because you are alive now. Someday you will be dead and that’s going to be one more thing that we’re not gonna wanna do, so we have to act while we’re alive and do things that push us further than we’ve gone before, learn new things, go to new places, see new people, be a real living person for the little time we have left.

Safe places might as well be coffins. They separate us from the real emotions we feel just as real life begins to happen. Pain, suffering, sorrow, sadness, nervousness, confrontation, irritability, anger: things can not be avoided all the time, so we must learn and adapt to them and eventually we will gain more and more control until we overcome them. And we will learn to control them, if we want to be a better person. Dodge them, hide from them, go to the safe place and the emotions then control us.

Am I saying we’re a bad people if anxiety stops us from enjoying life? No. But we’ll enjoy more of our life and be more of the person we’d like to be if we allow ourselves out into the world and feel the uncomfortable reality of life.

Life is not all about being in a good place all the time. It’s also about the scary places just as much and the fears that come with those places. Yes, we realize anxiety is scary and it’s a real emotional response to a real world situation. It’s truly happening to us and we are right to feel the way we do. But, it doesn’t last forever. When it comes, it’s like a wave. Ride it out.

There is nothing fake or easy about it. There is no way to just get over it when it comes. Our anxieties and our fears can be controlled and we should practice controlling them every chance we get because we should want to overcome our fears.

Again, I’m not saying our emotions aren’t real, I’m saying they are not justified by reality. Just like the monster in our childhood closet. Were we scared? Sure. But was there a real reason to be? No. It was all in our mind.

Just like the dark, once we spent enough time in it, grew up in it, we learned there was no reason to be afraid. The same will happen with crowds, noises, places, and all the other things that make us feel anxiety and fear. It comes from the unfamiliarity of the situation. Just like sleeping alone in the dark causes all types of fear at first and we imagine all manner of things in the closet, under the bed, and lurking in the dark. It’s only our imagination working overtime.

The same things happen with crowds of people and new places. We imagine the people are thinking of us and talking about us. We imagine they are laughing at us, looking at us, pointing at us. We just know they remember every little thing we do and that we’re always on their minds. They just can’t wait until they get a chance to laugh at us again.

But, none of that is true. No one is thinking bad things about us. No one is laughing at us or pointing out our mistakes. No one is talking about that time we dropped our fork in the cafeteria. In fact, practically no one even knows we’re alive. And that’s the thing we should be afraid of, really. Going our entire lives and being afraid of our imagination and too scared to go to the store, so when we die no one even knew we were alive.

 

Minor Nine

I’ve written about my band before, but not often because writing and music are separate jobs and one definitely distracts from the other.  It’s complicated even more by scheduling and the splitting creative energies between the two. However today is different.

We were in the studio yesterday recording our newest song and getting ready for the show in November at The Token Lounge in Michigan.  This show is one we are proud of and excited to play. Many grat names are going to be playing on the stage with us.

 

Joe Retta will be there with his band “Heaven and Earth” and if that’s not enough to get someone excited, maybe having a listen to my band will get you there.

You will find many of our songs here:   Minor Nine

The Chasm: What Is vs What’s Mine

I write posts on Facebook as a way to serve myself reminders of my daily thoughts. Often a “1 Year Ago” post will be waiting for me and after reading it I have a moment where I can either see how far I’ve come with the idea or I’ll wonder why that subject ever mattered to me at all. In both cases I feel a sense of being. Knowing I was there solidifies the importance of being here NOW..

Today I was brought face to face with the dark, wide chasm between “What IS” and “What’s MINE.” There is a profound difference yet the only difference is the fact that I am here NOW and I feel like I can lose it.

LOSING IT

What’s mine only becomes important when I feel I’m going to lose it in some way. Whether through a willing exchange or the actions of someone else, there is a chance I could lose what belongs to me.  A fundamental aspect of our society is that Everything belongs to someone. Even things like clean water has to be made a Human Right by the highest governing bodies of the world because if not someone in the guise of a company would attempt to withhold it from those who can’t afford it.

This Chasm exists between “What IS” and “What’s Mine” so we can all stand at the brink and feel ashamed because this Chasm is human made. We made it so we could feel superior to the people who don’t have what we consider ours. Money, cars, houses, and a hundred other products we need to survive comfortably aren’t important to us until we realize we could lose them.

Suddenly, today, this realization came to me: I create things so that I can lose them. So, they can go from being “Mine” to simply “Being.”  Music, stories, poetry, this blog, my Facebook posts. Sure, I create it all for myself and to myself, but deep down I feel others could benefit from their creation. Especially, I think this about the music and stories.

To understand that everything you have will be gone someday is a good starting point of ownership. “What’s Mine” will always become “What IS.”

 

 

 

Writing Music

This is a piano, trumpet, flute, and bass arrangement I wrote yesterday. It’s not amazing, but it’s a major step on my road of reading and writing music. I want to share it so I can break the ice between me and the world of composing music. I am very new at writing music. I’ve always been a bass player and lyrics writer. So, I’m a bit nervous about sharing this. However, I’m doing it and I hope you like what you hear.

P.S. It sounds much better if you listen with earphones.

F# comp

We are here, what now?

We Are Here. What Now?
 

The fire in my belly is lit
I don’t use an alarm clock
I’m up before six
with dreams so big you’d think I was a kid
anxious to meet and play with friends

The gleam in my eye is bright
from the dark, a focused light
projecting visions from inside my mind
straight to your heart
illuminating the places you try to hide

They can’t take away or frustrate
the day you stake your claim to fate
For God’s sake, the ache,
this has to be a mistake
there’s no way that Life is such a waste

Beautiful creations clean you
Renews the used and abused
and brings to bloom the fruit needed to prove
that you can choose
without fearing what there is to lose

Choices are Life’s crossroads
designed with many ways to go:
stay where you are or dare into the unknown.
Both are risks that will show
you choose to live over growing fat and old

Should we continue to be absurd
to flog a dead horse with cotton candy words
to bring sandwiches to banquets for the birds
or can we allow the truth to be heard:
You can either live in the past or have a future

Words We Don’t Know

Words We Don’t Know

The words come and go
But the soul knows
There’s so much more we could say

Love comes and goes
But our heart knows
there will soon be better days

Some friends come and go
But in the end
we know that real friends were made

Life can often be slow
but, oh, time goes
and we always love again

We find we must use
words we don’t know
as our muse dances and sways

When toe to toe
with those holding our soul
we pay through the nose for our trade

Our work always grow
but often we’re shown
our best effort is still clay

Poetry: MESSIAH

 

M.E.S.S.I.A.H.

by Thadd Presley

Miracles mirror the Maker’s material
Even established events of entertainment are ethereal
So that such a show of Self, so shamelessly spiritual,
Should somehow shatter the signal of the subliminal
Image of the Immaculate Individual
And allow an Appreciation of anything abysmal
However Hellbound the Heretic’s Hypocritical Hymnal

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