With my album released and me focusing on promoting it, I'm in transition once again. HashiMusic.com will be on the back burner, as I am not available to take on film scoring or producing gigs these days.

But I'm blogging and staying busy online -- more so than ever! So please kindly move over to my new blog. It's not much to look at yet, but I promise it'll be just as personal and deep and profound and wordy and... everything you expect in my blog.

http://aries9.com/blog/

A lot of us musicians get this all wrong. And I have to include me in this group. Yours truly, guilty as charged.

We fall in love with results rather than process.

My wife borrowed a book from the library called The Passion Test. We are self-help book junkies, but actually what happens most often is that my wife is the reader and I gain knowledge vicariously through her.

Yes, you read that right. Let me tell you about masochism today.

One of the challenges of this current era in modern, developed societies is that everything is becoming easier than ever before. You have 200 channels on TV with a remote, porn and music and software are free on internet, you don't have to stick your key into your car to open it.

Shark

Hey, let's go down to hell
When the north wind rings the bell
Bring your sister's shell
Out here, it's so hard to sell

Kill her secrets, one by one
Sacrifice to the sun

Hey, this will surely be fun
We'll never tell the nun

"Shark" is me having a lot of fun with unleashing my inner demon. Lyrically, it's a lot of word-play and tongue-in-cheek stuff, but when I ponder what this character actually means, it's rather disturbing.

Well friends, I do realize that if I write this here it's no longer a secret! ha ha.

About a song: Shark (1)
Category: Music

As I said, I am now a generally happy person. Well, "happy" is a funny word -- maybe more like content, satisfied, and grateful. I have to admit that my kids are totally my source of contentment. Just try sitting next to a quietly engaged 10-month-old boy, banging away at his toys with his little hand, eyes wide open, totally immersed in the most simplest of activities. The whole world is new to him, and his innocence and wonder are so contagious. I just sit there and stare in awe.

I am usually a positive person, but once in a while my walls crack, and I can't control the hurt leaking out.

I realize that most everyone is on the same boat -- we all look OK, all put-together, laughing and joking and acting that life is all good -- but inside it's a different story.

People underestimate the power of liking. Or loving.