Hitting the ground

I'm out of the hospital. Feeling stronger every day. Anna has been amazing. Aaron has left. He has the jacket. I hope he stays safe. What a guy.

When we burst through the door and he saw us it was like he knew us already. I guess he had been dreaming about us. I saw the look of fear in his eyes. He looked exhausted. Without thinking I just ran at Kronstad - he seemed as surprised as I was. He fell backwards through this huge window, he grabbed me, I fell with him. It's all just a blur after that. I remember thinking that this was all just a dream...but then I hit the ground.

But somehow, through all this pain of the body and the heart, I feel stronger, more alive and am grateful that I was able to overcome these challenges. These experiences will find a place in my life and soul and music and my love for Anna.

We leave tonight for Montreal. Maybe we'll see Aaron again. Maybe not. Who knows...

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True Original Part 3

The song is almost done. Really excited to share this bit with you. Hope you like it.



We are on the move again. Spending the night in Nashville then to Dallas soon.

Leave a comment if you like the song so far!

Strange stuff...

Also found this strange pic in the pile of papers too.

And this was written on the back:

Where is this? You think He's keeping Aaron there?

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A few steps back...

Sometime you have to go back in order to move forward...

We are in New York again. We visited the location of the fashion show where Kronstad messed shit up. I went up to the fire-escape to look around. I think, if I my memory is right, he stormed down this big staircase so he must have been hiding up there for a while. I found something really weird, a little stash of documents. This old ID was stuck between two slats, like it had fallen out of his bag or something. There were some other photos and stuff but they don't seem important.

I can't make out the Russian writing. Anyone have an idea? Anna never learned how to read Russian

Anna is off trying to track down some old friend of her father's. I probably shouldn't have let her go off by herself. Shit.

Surrender Completely

The thoughts are scattered today. I'm in this place of doubt and confusion. I've been stuck in this cloud for weeks now and it's all adding up to this storm on the inside and outside and it's sucking the life out of me. I've tried to ignore it in my music, in the sunshine, in the bottom of the bottle, but it's too much. Everything feels like a nightmare. I can't wake up.

Miles has been great and helped us greatly but now we have to go out on our own. My love for Anna has bound me to her troubles and I welcome, cherish, the opportunity to be with her on this journey. It is a union deeper than I've ever known or ever will know. Her pain is mine and mine her's and I surrender completely to it.

We are going to New York - to retrace our steps, try and find something we missed before. We need Aaron Street. We need truth. Miles assures us that Aaron knows what happened to Anna's father. And I trust Miles.

True Original Part 2

As promised here's a second part to our new song True Original. I think it's coming together nicely, what do you think?

True Original

Working on a new song. It's hard being away from the band. But we started this one before the tour and some of the mixes are coming together. Here's a sample. Hope you like it. This one is pretty different from the others. kind of sad but hopeful. A little jazzy. Staying focused on my music is the only way I know how to deal with this stress. I'm blessed that way. More soon.

New Dream Detectives Song

Post this new song, Think Tank, on our MySpace yesterday. It's an intense meditation on time and existence . We wrote it on a dark rainy fall afternoon. The rain was splattering against the windows and Lance just started playing on the keyboard and the song emerged. I love to listen to it late at night when I'm writing makes me feel both calm and excited. Weird.

Keeping the music alive

The beat goes on. It's only in the face of great challenges that our accomplishments are significant. 

We just released a new Dream Detectives song Fool - please give it a listen. Trying to get a record deal - the more friends on MySpace the better. Please add us.

We are in Miami. Miles. Help us.

Getting Out of Here

We are going to Miami. This guy there understands this dream stuff. He gets it. He will help us.  What is the deal with the jacket? Why is that freak after us?

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Searching for Greenberg

I think I've found a way out of this mess. You know that dream thing on facebook? That app where people enter their dreams and stuff. There's this guy in there who's having dreams that are pretty much exactly what's happening to us. I noticed some comments on some of these dreams from this Miles Greenberg fellow. Looked him up and he's some sort of dream analyst. I know it sounds weird but I think he'll have some answers. He seems to understand these dreams about our situation. Trying to track this guy down. Need to find him.

On the Run

Well, we made it through last night. For what it's worth I filed a police report. Thought I should share just so more people know what this crazy dude is up to. We need a plan....

a rhythm to things

There's a rhythm to this city. A pulse that you can't ignore. My heart is in my stomach and my stomach is in my heart. I need to see her. Be with her. Hold her again. Being on the road for this long, nothing is familiar except for these nightmares and my memories of her. That's why I'm here. That's why I'm going to find her. I know where the show is. I'll be there tonight.

Been writing about these nightmares on this facebook thing. The guy who runs seems to 'know' stuff.

These dreams...

These dreams. These fucking dreams are making me crazy. Every night. Can't sleep. Can't be awake. Help.

seeing in the dark

The lights are so bright on stage. I can't see anything. I just look inside myself and see the music. But that night was different. I saw you. I could see you through the light. I could see the music in you. For the first time in my life, without hesitation, I went to you. Opened myself up. In that foggy city of chimney sweeps soot where life is divided between the visible and the invisible, in that sweaty basement club, I felt your heart. Felt like I knew you, had known you forever, looked in your eyes and wanted to tell you everything. Recognized you from my dreams. The girl I've been dreaming about. 

And with you I could see in the dark. See through the darkness. Our time together was a whirlwind. Our paths have diverged and  the memories of the feelings are the only thing that keeps me moving. Moving to you. Somehow. Somewhere. I know. I believe. It must be so. 

Wish List of Desire

I put things on on my wish list to save money. Only one thing is on my wish list. Love. But that one thing is so many things. I want to touch someone with my music. Feel their soul shake when I sing the colour of my soul. Tormented by questions, I do everything I can. I want to touch someone with this guitar. Feel their heart skip a beat when I play them my dreams. I want to be touched by their eyes when I look up from my strings. I want to be touched. I'v slept alone all my life, even when she, was with me I was alone. Come into my dreams with me. Be with me while I'm awake and while I'm sleeping. When I'm eating and shitting and thinking I want you.. I only want one thing. But it is everything. It is so many things. I just want a cigarette.