Updates from Nashville: I am now playing with two bands. The first band is called Auto Defiance, and the second band is The Captain Midnight Band. It’s good to be playing again. I have also found more Jazz in the city. I’m not playing jazz yet, but at least I know where to go and listen whenever I’m not rehearsing.

I’m late in posting this, but I recently went back to Reno and my hometown. I went back for my Grandfather’s funeral and was also able to spend some good quality time with several friends and family members. Oddly enough, it was a good trip.

The roommates are cool. The city is full of interesting people. I’ve seen live music, met a few new friends. I went to a book-burning that was actually very funny. Now I just need to find a band to play music with.

So far I found one Jam session for jazz. Not too many jam sessions though in general, as most people here are just the singer songwriter types.

Got up today at around 7am. Cein had to head to work, and I had a crap load of driving to pull off. For the most part, today I just drove. 533 miles. I finally listened to the Beatles’ White Album. It was good, but had nowhere near the effect that Abby Road had on me. Not even close. (For those of you who don’t know, my first experience with Abby Road left me bawling like a baby when it was through). I stopped in Fort Collins in search of the New Belgium Brewery, and left with a new pair of Converse. Tonight, I was stoked to experience my first shower since leaving Reno (no time at the hotel in Wendover, and Cein didn’t have one at the studio!).

Woke up around 10 to…”Caleb – let’s get some breakfast” and I was awake immediately. And still drunk. The roll sheet for breakfast included myself, John (I suck at names – someone correct me if I am wrong), Charley, and Cein. I had eggs benedict and they were good. After breakfast, I was still drunk. We then went swimming at… eagle fish canyon, or something like that. We stopped at an official liquor store, and I paid $12.90 for a six pack of red stripe. I was still drunk. We went swimming and I got a funny tan. I was still drunk. We went back and crashed for a nap at Cein’s studio. Now I was just tired and actually pulled off a headache (this does not happen often for me). Ate dinner at a place called Mazza, which was pretty much a humus/pita/and sort of like Iranian food place… not much rice. Good food though. Afterward, we enjoyed a few episodes of “Peepshow” at Cein’s friend’s house, and then called it early. I happily slept on the floor of Cein’s art studio.

I woke up at 11:30 am (never got the call). At this point, I walked around Wendover for about 20 minutes and decided it was not so interesting. I left and headed to Salt Lake City, which is roughly 115 miles east on I-80. An old friend of mine named Cein Watson lives in Salt Lake and I had plans to meet with him in the afternoon. I arrived early and killed time by attempting to find a place to park my 6′x10′ trailer, and then using the over priced internet access of a random Starbucks. I eventually met Cein at his art studio, where I was happy to ditch my vehicle and trailer for the remainder of my stay in Salt Lake City. We biked it (that’s right, me on a bike! and my ass is soar enough to prove it) just down the street to a restaurant called the bayou or something like that. It had a bad ass jambalaya pizza and 200 beers not expected in Utah. Well done. One of the bikes then had a flat tire, so we chained em up and walked to a place called the jackalope. This is where I had my side-car experience. Apparently, you can only order a drink with 1 oz of alcohol in it – however, you order a “sidecar” and they give you a second shot in a shot glass. You are supposed to sit your drink down enough and then add the second shot yourself. Basically, a weak ass jim beam & coke with exactly 2oz of booze will cost you at least $6…. however, the flask of Bushmills in my pocket made up for the difference. By 1 am, it was a good ol drunken night. Some lady was bragging about her vagina plastic surgery where she had it “tucked” and made “pinker” than before…. shortly after meeting this person, Cein and I were off safely in a cab, far far away from interaction with the rebuilt-vagasaurus-rex. We slept (rather passed out) at (I think Charley)’s house. I was in a chair, which was amazingly comfortable even though it did not recline, and was not big enough for my legs to fit on.

Anyway. I left Reno Today, August 31st. I drove 398.05 miles to Wendover (border of Nevada & Utah). I dropped $45 on a motel that night. The movie on HBO was Training Day. I scheduled a 10:00 am wake-up call.

I am in the process of unloading many of my household and personal items and hopefully will get everything to a point where I can fit it either in my car or a 10×6 trailer. In about 7 days I should be headed directly to Nashville, TN. The idea here is to put myself into every music situation I can sniff out. I’ve made a few connections since the initial idea, but have yet to actually ever be in the city. Adventures will either be grand or a pain in the ass, but it’s all about putting myself in a situation where music is first.

As a good-bye event, we have our final Electrosonics show on August 25th. It would be great if anyone who can make it shows up

Ok, so I suppose I should fill this up with some more stuff…

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Instead I recommend this!

Welcome to the new calebdolister.com. I am a drummer of many styles as well as a learning-composer. I think it’s funny how the word “composer” has the word “poser” in it…. So, in reality – I am a drummer and a ‘poser-composer’ …. I don’t know what that means. This has got to be one of the worst website intros ever. Let’s see…. I’m 24 and I just recently moved to Santa Cruz, Ca from Reno, NV. I’ve been playing drums for about as long as I could speak. I sometimes stutter when I talk, and sometimes musically stutter while I’m playing so that would make sense. Not so much though anymore though.

In Reno I managed to play drums for about 15 bands and whatever fill-in work I could get (I was in Reno from 2000-2006). In Santa Cruz I am bandless… for now. I moved here to seclude myself and hide from the giant arachnids in Nevada… haha no not really I came here to work at a start-up company. I’ll probably end up moving away from here soon because the spiders are indeed bigger down here than in Reno….! I don’t like spiders too much.

The photo to the right is me learning how to use a camera I just picked-up. As you can see, I have the instructions out and I am reading them thoroughly. Immediately after taking this photo, I lost the instructions.