Where’s Jim Been?

It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you without a dope beat to step to…

In the wake of the last Cenobimono show Nick & I have been meeting often and discussing, amongst many other things, the future of the group and how to grow it in a way which preserves our original intent. A solution to that question has not yet completely materialized. Meanwhile, we discuss art, faith, life and relationships.

But that doesn’t mean no music is happening.

My fellow Saint George parishioner Jacob Minter is a well established singer/songer writer here in Houston who has recruited me as percussionist (ultimately settling on the cajon as percussion of choice) for his live shows that don’t involve a full band. As he’s begun to work on new material, we have developed a more directly collaborative relationship which has seen a set of lyrics I wrote¬†twenty years ago¬†finding their way onto one of his songs. We’ve begun working in my home studio on some pre-production tracks of a fully sequenced version in conjunction with the stripped down guitar and thump box version we’ll do live. It is distinctly possible that some of my other more fully realized songs from years past may find their way into his hands at which point the “All This Time” project may finally get some real wheels, not as I originally envisioned it as me taking my work entirely unto myself (which I’ve sort of realized once and for all that working 100% alone just doesn’t get me anywhere) but rather in taking my past work and allowing it to continue to be alive and find new expressions into reality.

Because the work with Jake is not my own, I don’t feel comfortable sharing it on Soundcloud or Bandcamp until he’s comfortable with having something of a releasable quality, hence the radio silence on those fronts.

Bonsai projects are all pretty much abandoned. I have good citrus seedlings and good olive seedlings, but pot grown stock is just never going to have thick enough trunk to do proper miniaturizing and so I’m now simply happy to have shaped trees I love until such time as I have a yard again and can work on naturally grown stock (or a contractor tells me to come rescue a half dozen yew shrubs that are 20 years old and about to be bulldozed).

I’m in the process of selling my house. I expect to stay in Houston until such time as it becomes clear I should leave.