FENCES

     So, for a little literal update, Scobra and I have been working around the clock on Ramona The Band (now lovingly nick-named by us as RTB) business.  I have been pulling 20 hour days all week long, and lord knows when it'll stop.  Maybe never, except on vacations....Ah...Vacations..if we ever get any.  But that's not the point, what I'm really trying to say here, is that we are generating some heat, some momentum from all of this; and so we don't want to let it go to waste.  A million and one details are coming together to form the coolest dream-catcher that any camper or hippy ever made.  So all on that front is terribly exciting.  I'd list them all out for you, but a few nights ago, Scobra and I sat down and wrote out all of the opportunities that we knew of that needed follow-up and/or thankless hours of footwork, and the damn list went on for 3 1/2 pages.  So I won't bore you.

     On the purely artistic/creative front, we have continued to record new songs (I was looking at our catalogue of songs and we have handfuls that I can't even remember recording.  The whole catalogue is in the triple digits baby!) and so I figured that on the other hand, it would be cool to put some newer lyrics up here, so here they are:

     FENCES  (recorded on March 24th,2009)

Drip-drop letters falling down

Drip-drop, letters falling down 

Wash, my dirty dirty soul

Wash, me so I can be whole

Drop-drop, letters falling down

Drip-drop, on the lonely ground

Acid, watch it fade away

Passive, on that fateful day

Fences, fences, cross my jagged heart

Cut up from the start you know I always played my part

Fences, fences, crumble in the rain

Make me free again 'cause love's not something to attain

Rock-slide, mountain's comin' down

Lock-my, memories in town

Save me, from this wicked waste

Take me, from this toxic place

Sun-light, save your pretty face

Sun-light, come another day

Rinse, me clean oh one again

Like, the children of Eden

Fences, fences, cross my jagged heart

Cut up from the start you know I always played my part

Fences, fences, crumble in the rain

Make me free again 'cause love's not something to attain

Save scraps, for the children 

Lessons learned are quick to die with age

I have, always listened

Now I think I've got something to say

Fences, fences, cross my jagged heart

Cut up from the start you know I always played my part

Fences, fences, crumble in the rain

Make me free again 'cause love's not something to attain

Wild-flowers, mend this broken grave

Stitch-it, back to yesterday

Life, take your heavy hold

Teach, us how to become bold

Stories, let them tumble out

Words, like raindrops from the clouds

Bathe us, in your breathy snow

Brave us, when it's time to go

Fences, fences, cross my jagged heart

Cut up from the start you know I always played my part

Fences, fences, crumble in the rain

Make me free again 'cause love's not something to attain.

     OVER AND OUT - DION VOX

OH MAN...

Things are still quite the squeeze, but I feel like I'm making some sort of headway.  It doesn't feel too tangible yet, but hopefully it's a step towards the tangible.  We'll just see if I manage to keep all the utilities paid... oh yeah, and I suppose the rent too...

BUT I did get to spend the whole day grappling with technology, which is not my strong point by any means.  Yet I managed to post the video of our most recent show in Hollywood up on all our sites.  So between that, and having really scrubbed the bathtub and shower clean today, I feel accomplished.  Now I need to learn the lyrics to a song I wrote so I can perform it tomorrow night at The Microphone Sessions.  A whole law class  (okay, i'm a bastard from out of state, so i can't remember if it's UCLA or USC) is going to be attending tomorrow, as the theme for the night is "Judgement".  So wish me broken legs, luck, or merde.

xox

-DION VOX

i know... i know

     Okay, I know that I published a whole little rant (pretty much just to myself) about how I was gonna write more, and post more, and so on.  And for the first few days after I got back from Mexico, I had enough stability and serenity to be idealistic.  But the frank truth is that the "stability and serenity" went the hell out the window a while ago.  No money, starving artist life, all bills overdue, most incoming calls from collection agencies... It goes on.  So aside from working my ass off being a waitress, I've taken to standing on sidewalks selling the band's EP to try and come up with rent (which is still not entirely paid as I type!!)So one lovely Sunday afternoon (last sunday to be exact) I was out in Franklin Village, selling the soul for the rent, and some guy sitting inside a coffee shop saw me out of the window, and wrote a poem about me and gave it to me.  So while I might currently be a bastard without 2 min. to be calm, and write for myself, at least I can post something interesting.  Here's the poem:

On the other side of the Glass

As the cars motored by

And the sun beams ran into her eyes

Hearts floated in the sky

Above and behind

A prisoner to glass cases

Her hair was strands of christmas lights

And somewhere a breeze blew in the night

Across the plain and into sight

Pass the people who were racers

To the corner where she sold her sound from cases

The spot I saw her spirit soar

As I sat inside that coffee shop

And for just a moment had to stop

So that I could smell the roses.

-Follow your bliss, and learn how to operate

 within the system that controls it

By: Erik Arsenti

     makes me sound majestic n' stuff, huh?

-DION VOX

GETTING OLDER???

     I can't say that I'm quite sure what to make of this.  But tomorrow morning, I am performing at a high school assembly.  I am now A PART of something that as a high school student, I used to always ditch.  This is just another frightening realization, along with many others that include things like I make the same facial expressions as my mother.   Or the fact that I find myself treasuring a quiet Saturday night at home.  The only question that remains is...

     Am I getting older???

-dion vox

lyrics to MEGALON

I sing hip-hop electric blues, like

'Lectric currents through my shoes

I breath so soft that Romeo, is sure

To undergo a rouse

Fearful history of a bar room brawler

Never had a fight that I didn't run from

Tearful history a dread filled scholar

Never had a thought that I didn't suffer from

Sea anemones, climb up to me

I dream of seas, I dream in breeze

Please an enemy, I can't succeed

Don't want my life, lived on my knees

Please

Love me

In ways I've dreamed it to be

Heaven knows which way the answers lie

Heaven knows which way your heart breaks when you die

Heaven knows of ways to compromise

Heaven knows it rains when the sky cries

I'm feelin' wiccan in this wicked world

I'm feelin' pagan pegged as a girl

I'm feelin' sickened in this quickened world

I'm feelin' for the wisdom of a pearl

Mother, save me, help me, raise me, teach me to be free

Brother, shield me, guide me, healing, teach me what I see

Father, praise me, show me, knavery, teach me what I need

Lover, crave me, duly, daze me, love me 'cause I'm me

Please

Love me

In ways I've dreamed it to be

Please 

Give me

The key 

To be the person I need.

DION VOX