No Less America

Im sitting outside on the balcony of my fiance's los angeles apartment...deciding now might be a good time to blog it up...to be honest i normally would rather be doing something else other than blogging but these days mr. miller has convinced me that this is important...so i will try to maintain a genuine point of view and report as often as i see fit...

now...first off...that game was not a draw. oooh...im watchin you buffa.

second...alot of folks slag on the city of los angeles...and sure...there are plenty of things to attack about the place...there is a superficial surface enough to drive anyone to screaming vulgarities out car windows at the 3 miles of traffic down the 101...but these days i find more to love than hate...perhaps its the very thing that i came to hate about the city a year ago that i now love...there are thousands of people wandering around talking about who they know or who they saw or what they do at work or what car they drive...initially i was turned off by the constant chatter of the mid day shuffle...however...im reminded of my days in small towns talking to the same folks at the same shops every day...i loved those towns in the end and came to really appreciate the quieter side of life...often times there was the complaint that nothing was going on...or that they wanted to get out...then i moved to los angeles and everyone talks about how they they cant stand when folks brag about how successful they are...however, ive developed a certain appreciation for the fact that all of these people moved here to follow some romantic ideal of what they think they should be doing...i hated to see dreams dashed upon the rocks...but thats just it...these people came out for the opportunity to have their dreams dashed upon something other than their worried mind...out here there are real life sirens and rocks and tempestuous storms..to me, its just as valid as the quiet coffeeshop towns i came from...being a man who cant rightfully claim to be from anywhere in particular i can proudly state "i am from here" and feel ok about it...there are things to love and things to hate about anywhere you go...its a matter of seeing both sides of the fence...and maybe that little bit of mid day chatter is enough to make people feel like they are getting closer to something they are chasing...i dont need it...we dont need it...but it certainly makes for interesting table talk...its all just america...and its no less america than towns with a population of 500...in other words..."love your brother" or however that shit went...and if you dont love him...at least try to dig what a fucking weirdo he is...my brothers are all glorious weirdos.

third...why are bagels so delicious? i mean...they're just bread shaped like a donut. or are they?

m-

First US Review of the new record.

tAN Album Review:
Michael Mazochi - http://www.myspace.com/michaelmazochi
Volume 1: Until My Teeth Turn Into Sand ...
© 2006-2007 Roving Gambler Records

Michael Mazochi, currently residing in the Los Angeles, CA music scene and with his latest third album, Volume 1: Until My Teeth Turn Into Sand ... presents a masterful musical exploration that sounds of a traveler from present dipping into a bygone era, when the singer / songwriter was king on the charts and in the hearts of the mainstream consciousness. Familiarly original, with a comforting intimacy, and playful feel, Volume 1: … reverberates with the styles of country, folk, blues, and rock along a raw edge of punk / alternative that speak through on occasion. Michael crafts his songs of passion and observational love into a genuine expression of original viewing that ignites the imagination and memories within, like a good old friend visiting after a long absence. Invoking the music styling of Johnny Cash, Nick Cave, and Bob Dylan. Michael rises to the ranks on a sure footing with guitar and harmonica in hand, ready to speak his soul.

Volume 1: Until My Teeth Turn Into Sand ... is a 15 track album that starts out with Introduction, a two-minute instrumental track that sounds like a train traveling down the line on a moon lit evening, entering a world of time spent here and there. Lately I, invites the listener into a joyous romp with chorus and cheers in foreign lands and the friends made along the way. Georgia Line, steps up the pace with steam and a bluesy wailing harmonica, preaching a song of women. The Tide Of Earthly Deed, one of the highlights of this album and a personal favorite with its lush and plaintive voicing that stay with you pleasantly like the company of a dear friend with delicate guitar workings intertwined throughout. The Old Rails, calls to the listener to take notice of the happenings that came before with a straightforward tale of travel through the heartland alone but with many friends along the way. To Set You Free, pleats to heartache and loss with lyrics as "My lungs are wearing lines into my face …" When Will It End, is a rocking observational onslaught with band (the Widows) asking why … "Kids carry guns as they shoot out the sun. So they blacken their ties to the holiest one."

Volume 1: Until My Teeth Turn Into Sand ... is a masterpiece album that needs to be taken notice of and one of the best I have heard in the last few years. Michael Mazochi, is said to be working on composing a rock opera next, an artist to definitely watch and listen for, playing live or in the studio.

- David Leikam (reviewed, 30.01.2008)

This passage was a review of Volume 1 by David Leikam. In Fact its the first review of the new record by anyone nationwide. David Runs a website called "The Arts Noticed" or "tAN." The sites main goal is to promote art and to raise awareness for the artist. David doesn't just cover music but all forms of art. Either way, check out Davids work. Hes a good fellow for a good cause. You obviously dont have to, but if you would like to support The Arts Noticed you can donate to Davids cause by clicking here.