There is absolutely nothing like the ocean for inspiring me to put pen to paper (or fingers to keys as the case may be) – and as I write this first Blog entry of 2014, full of inspiration and resolve, the sun is just starting to creep up over the mountains of Maui and my view of the ocean is beginning to light up. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach is one of my favorite sounds in the world (along with a decently set up Les Paul through the right Marshall half stack!) and I’m thinking about the last week spent here on the island, as well as the highs and lows of last year, and the promise of more of the same for 2014.
Where does the time go? I’m aware that this site has been given little of my attention recently and I guess in a way that’s a good thing really – a) it means I’ve been busy and for me, busy means good/safe/out of trouble. And b) it raises the question of websites – is there any point when we are now Tweeting/Instagramming/Facebooking every 30 seconds and it’s all so immediate? For me, the answer is yes, basically because as I’ve said before, my site is more a cathartic place for me to get out the thoughts and create some kind of diary or archive. If you enjoy reading more than 140 characters or witnessing the inner dialogue and debate that occurs inside my head, feel free to indulge. If you don’t…… click somewhere else immediately!
I know I’ve been to England, Chile, Argentina, Brazil, Colombia, Costa Rica, Norway, Sweden, Holland, France, Finland, Denmark and Hawaii in the last few months. I know I’ve seen The Cult, Janes Addiction, Black Sabbath and Megadeth all do amazing shows. I know I’ve shared stages with Alice Cooper, Slash, Paul Stanley, Fred Durst, Billy Gibbons, Mark McGrath, Wayne Newton (!!), Billy Idol, Jewel, Linda Perry, Courtney Love, Steve Stevens, Billy Ray Cyrus and many others. But as to what day any of that happened, or what time zone I was in at the time, I have no idea. I remember playing a charity show at the House Of Blues. I remember flying all over the place with the Camp Freddy family. I remember recording guitar parts for the new Billy Idol album. And I remember a lot of planes and cars. It’s a whirlwind and I love it – I am absolutely so grateful for every day I’m on this planet. Hence the decision to swim with the fishes and watch the sun set on paradise for a week to start this New Year off right.
In front of me is a year of potential and possibilities. More of the same with Navarro and the gang. A new Billy Idol album that I am proud to have been a part of, and the subsequent touring that brings, a new home/look for my web TV show Dirty Little Secrets (Sunday Feb 9th at 3.00pm on www.filmon.tv) and projects with Fred Durst and Shepard Fairey/Dennis Morris that excite me. But I have learnt that nothing is in stone until its happened. Nothing is confirmed until the checks in the bank. And sometimes the things that you think are gonna suck turn out to be the most enjoyable, fun experiences. We just don’t know what each day is going to bring us so I attempt to remain open minded and receptive every morning.
In the last few days I’ve reconnected with a part of our planet that I adore – the vast world beneath the waves. I’ve shared the water with manta rays, sharks, humpback whales (trust me, the effect of the sheer size and serenity of these things cannot be articulated) and more species of fish than I know…… I’ve swum through underwater caves formed from ancient lava flow into the ocean…… I’ve been allowed to temporarily visit a place that we know so little about and that so many of us don’t even consider. Two thirds of our planet is covered in water and yet we fall into the myopic fishbowl of our daily lives. So much that we think is important, really isn’t. The bigger picture eludes us unless we look for it. I’m as guilty as the next guy of forgetting these things – getting the next toy, the next paycheck, the next trophy, the next achievement becomes so all consuming. I’m grateful for the opportunity to step back, dive beneath the waves, and see just how huge that world really is…… and in the process realize that many parts of my ‘daily grind’ are actually insignificant and unimportant. I believe they call it “becoming right-sized”.