I'm going through my "Rolling Thunder Revue-era Bob Dylan" look right now. I've got the awesome hat and everything.

This is me, on the right, with the hat:


I kid you not. I'm gonna break out into a rendition of "Isis" right now.

The album of the moment now is Love You Live. Wanna hear what live music is supposed to sound like? Look no further than this.
- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 6:10 PM

 
My big news of the moment?

I love Stephanie, and she loves me!

Have a good night.



"She's my little rock and roll! My tits and ass with sooouuul, baby!"
- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 2:31 AM

 
I'm a baby on novocaine
Breathing through a cracked iron lung
Needles stcking out of my brain
And my eyes are fixated on the sun
Fixin' to ride my terraplane
Baby, you know I just can't run

Lordy, mama, I got my cash
Lordy, mama, I got a good view
Lordy, mama, I got my stash
But I don't got you

Parasites got me so far down
Center of the earth is commonplace
Rock me baby with another sound
And leave me in a solemn state of grace
You're still around, but can't be found
It's all a sad and sorry waste

Lordy, mama, you look so good
Lordy, mama, I'm tangled in blue
Lordy, mama, I wish I could
But I don't got you

Ten years gone, lookin' for love
I'm a beaten dog and sick again
Not too sure what I'm thinking of
But I know I won't be 'round another ten
Freewheelin' blues, tink I had enough
My train tears from Madrid to Dresden

Lordy, mama, give me a smile
Lordy, mama, it's sad but true
Lordy, mama, I've got a while
But I don't got you.

-"Don't Got You," S. Cronen 9/18/03

It's one of those weekends where you wanna do something but all the somethings in the world are too busy going on to pick you up and take you there with them. Do you understand what I'm saying? This ain't rock and roll... this is genocide! At least I've got the latest David Bowie to keep me company. If you're not too busy, pick him up and celebrate a something with him. You won't be sorry.

I could take a spot right now, it wouldn't be that hard. I can see myself just outside, as the afternoon sun taunts and teases me with impending tasks and trials and tribulations. But I'm watching that man, and all it takes is 18 minutes in the rain to wipe me off of my feet and into a comfortable state of feelings that the world doesn't know yet... It's getting real noisy around here at night, but that's because the fresh faces don't know how the system works. The system sucks you up and spits you out, but you're better for it. You don't come off looking quite so foolish, y'know?

Steve will be right along, by the way. This is Clark Kent and the Micronite Filters. Shake your opera glasses.

I'm happy for people who've finally found some happiness of their own, myself included. I feel like I woke up from a bad dream and splashed some water on my face and got started with a day that promised the stars in the sky. I haven't forgotten the ones left behind, y'know, they're all still here with me, be they ghosts or quotes or fading clouds in some photograph. Old dreams never die, they just do that... they get old. What the hell am I talking about? Oh gimee some shel-ta... gimme some shel-ta...

I think we've seen enough for today. I leave you in hopes that the weekend will be your crown jewel.
- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 3:32 PM

 
Now, I'm well aware that people like my parents read this little web-diary of mine. But what I have to say now is, I feel, completely justified, and consequences be damned if they don't like it...

What the fuck is "Dexter Freebish" doing in the Google ad on the top of the page? I checked these cats out, and they're apparently... a pop/rock combo that enjoys being a pop band? ... ... ... WHAT!?

Anyway...

Next time I'm in the pool, come on by and join me. And I don't even mean this metaphorically, either. If you can, if you're able, do it. Just be careful not to cut your foot in the whirlpool.

"I'm overburdened." - Champ Henry Cook

If you've got any albums by the band Chicago, put them on when you're going to sleep. I guarantee you will wake up the next morning feeling like a million bucks. I can't explain it, you just have to take my word for it. Oh... and you'll also wake up with "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is" in your head, and it'll stay there for a while.

Now, I don't wanna get anyone too excited, but I'm already hard at work on compiling The Story of Steve, Volume 4. I added several songs to the list today, and I'm pleased to announce that this one will be a lot more soulful and bluesy. Expect to see the Temptations at least once.

The Temptations, by the way, are also better than most groups you listen to. But that's just my opinion.

"Angels beating all their wings in time
A smile on their faces, and a gleam right in their eye
Thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, now
Come on up, now
Come on up, come on up..." -MJ/KR

The Stones are on the agenda for tonight. I want to watch the Black and Blue videos again, even if that means I have to be witness to the hideous cockdance during "Hey Negrita."

Steve!
- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 10:02 PM

 
In an attempt to fix the Google ad at the top of my page, I will now post the things I want to see it saying...

The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars. The Rolling Stones. Neil Young. Guitars.

Thank you very much.

So I'm digging Their Satanic Majesties Request. I used it to wake Bryce (one of my roommates) up. God (Keith) knows the blaring horn intro to "Sing This All Together" must've opened his eyes for at least a moment.

There was a period of time yesterday during which I was all alone here in my dorm room. All three of my roommates apparently had better places to be (I don't blame 'em), so i was left to stew in my own juices. So I started putting CD's into our DVD player and turning up the TV nice and loud.... you get the picture. So I lay across the couch, which is positioned in our room right in front of the TV, and I had this one disc on... the one that Starbucks puts out, called Artist's Choice. It's the Rolling Stones one, where they pick out four songs each that matter to them, and it's kind of like a group mix tape... you get the idea. Well, there was this interesting point... I think it began with Earl Bostic's "Flamingo" and ended after Sade's "By Your Side"... it was this golden period of complete peace and harmony. I just lay there with my eyes closed, y'know, tuning out everything but the music, and I had things like "In A Dis A Time" by the Itals playing... it was absolutely golden. (By the way, I never knew I had a soft spot for Sade, either... in fact, I think I used to hate that song when they played it at Albertsons... now I kinda like it...)

I think the song "She's a Rainbow" might be the ultimate shining testament to why the Stones are better than the Beatles... because their psychedelia was so much more potent than the Beatles'. In fact, just take the entire Satanic Majesties album, throw in a few songs from previous albums ("Yesterday's Papers," "Paint It, Black," "We Love You," etc.)... and in the end, the only song the Beatles did that even comes close is "Tomorrow Never Knows."

But don't get me wrong. I love the Beatles like I love the sun. I just love the Stones like I love the universe.

I hope your day shines and grows into a million, wild ideas. I hope you act on every one.
- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 11:53 AM

 
I think this one fits me pretty damn well...


Morpheus


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I'm digging Emotional Rescue right now. I love this record.
- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 1:07 PM

 
You are The Cap'n!

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

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- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 12:47 PM

 
All I can really say right now is that Stephanie is one of the coolest and most beautiful people I've ever known, and it warms my heart to know I can embrace her and feel completely at ease.

Oh, and I can say this...

Love comes at the speed of light. Let it pour all over me. I'm living like a king, comparatively. The songs are all coming out in big waves... I sound like a haunted man, but the only thing that's really got me down is the fact that Canada's so damn far away. Shangri-la, that's what it is. Or Bron-Yr-Aur, although other joints have been known as the same. The funk is coming, and I'm gonna groove like no other. So many scenes, I hope they turn out all right. They will.

If you're arriving in town soon, and you know who you are... stop on by Pac U where the sky is blue. You're more than welcome, and we've got places to crash a-plenty. We can rock and roll and do the stroll.

Here's a song that's guaranteed to bring you right down... it's called "Don't Let It bring You Down." Sort of starts out real slow, then fizzles out altogether...

Someone else said that, kinda wish I had.

"If the sun refused to shine
I would still be loving you..."
- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 9:46 PM

 
I’m out on the run
From the pain and the fears
My legs are pumping
My face streaked with tears

I’m in a state of discomfort
To say the very least
The dogs are on my tail but
I can’t admit defeat

Just holding my breath
‘Til the dogs have run by
My future’s uncertain
But I’m sure to die

Chasing dragons is no way
To get on your feet
There is no comfort in this life
You lie, steal, and cheat

Think I hear footsteps
In the distant cold and dark
Terrified, outta my mind
And I’ve run on so far

I’m in a state of discomfort
I do not wish to fade
The dogs – no, wolves – caught my scent
Within the last two states

Whoa… whoa…

The gutters feel warm
But there’s light through the cracks
Thought I heard dogs a-barkin’
They all must be turning back

So very tired of running
No warm comfort zone
When the hellhound’s on your trail
The back roads are your home

I’m out on the run
From the pain and the fears
My legs are pumping
My face streaked with tears

I’m in a state of discomfort
To say the very least
The dogs are on my tail but
I can’t admit defeat.

-"Comfort"
S. Cronen, 11/9/01
- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 8:46 PM

 

You enjoy excess and confusing people. It's all
about the patchy jeans, weed and amazing guitar
solos. You do what you want and like to confuse
people a little along the way, and you dig
playing with the Horse most of all.


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- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 8:46 PM

 
The grass is always greener until you've finally had a peek
And that's the way things are
It's a filthy sort of bore, all winding down the creek
And that's the way things are
As the blade moves under your heart
You realize the things aren't
All that bizarre
Is that the moon you happen to be shooting for
Or is it just a fading star?

Tracing the roof's outline with your cold index finger
The pipes have all begun to rust
An LP's spinning into run-out grooves, and it lingers
That's where you put your trust
You've no reason to go out tonight
But to hit all the old heights
Sure is a must
Now you're crawling at the bottom of the ocean
And your hopes have turned to dust

It seems like a good thought
To eliminate the sun
But now you're sick, getting tired
And now you're on the run

Eyes are on the floor and head's between your hands
Everything's all a guessing game
Share your thoughts with silhouettes on the grandstand
Feel around for some spare change
After staring down the demon
Sleepless nights do seem
Understandably tame
The mirror in your eyes has grown all cloudy
And the grass still looks the same.

-"Grass Greener Than Filth"
S. Cronen, 9-4-03

- posted by The Steve Cronen @ 12:07 AM