After attending a show last night I got to sit in on a mixing and a listening with Andrew H. Scarborough and Jorge Balbi Castellano of The Black Apples. It was late and I was tired but it didn’t matter because the music cut through my selfish emotions and lack of energy and woke me the hell up! Holy cow! How can I explain how good this new album of theirs sounds? I was lucky enough to hear it before all you allzz. I sat there and thought to myself that their music has always been great, fun listening and this is no different however I know they poured a lot into this new album and it shows. I hope I can only do the same as time goes by.
I am not trying to write a review of the Black Apples at all as I am not a music critic in the least bit but if I really like something then I want to write about it.
The Black Apples
In the courts of obsidian between the stones of imprisonment.
Maybe I mean oblivion.
As I got into downtown today I realized how soon this will happen less and less. I also realized I wouldn’t see the same familiar faces anymore that I often do. The faces of someones son or of someones daughter who now lives between life and no life between you and I as we hurry past them to get somewhere that is seemingly so much more important than stopping to talk or to help a human being. It kinda inspires thoughts in my mind then turned to words then turning to possible lyrics. That last sentence is not of real significance though. Homelessness here in Los Angeles seems most likely since it’s warm here most months of the year. I often wonder how they got there and what will happen to them in a much shorter time than things happen to you and to I. I have routinely stopped to give the ones I see the most what it is I may have without trying to seem mightier than them and maybe with a look in the eye or an actual word or 2. Some of these people have simply tried their best and this is the best they can do with all they have ever had or were given. I am no different than you. I walk past them on many, many occasions not having the time to deal with their very real and very immediate issues. Sometimes all I can do is continue to walk but with regret and with thoughts in my mind. As it becomes colder now even here in southern California I realize how much harder this life is. I have done the once a year Thanksgiving en treatments to the cause. It’s not enough. Not enough for at least myself anymore…
If I ever end up there myself I hope you stop to say hi.
The above is, I hope next in a set to come. I didn’t realize at first Andrew made a comment in it.