WED 01.27.10-- CATCHING UP FOR ANONYMOUS

I'm still here
been 9 days
and I'm under

my fingers are white
and my mouth is dry
but you can still see my heart beating
through cracked mud

so I just breathe
like someone told me once
a long long time ago

and the song of ages
releals itself to me again
the melody so true
it makes me crazy sometimes
and this holy sound
envelops me with colorful wings
and I begin to cry

the tears of ages
wash the dirt from my eyes
the muck of thought
this dangerous language
washed away
washed away

WED 03.17.10-- YOU CAN TILT THE EARTH

it feels like summer in my spirit
like walking down wilson
over the river
and everything is the way it was
a longer time ago
a simpler time

just visiting here
gives me perspective
far away from the billboards and oxygen tanks
for a gentle moment
I become unstuck from fate
a point jumping free of a line

so I write this to remember
that even in november's depths
I'm just as close to the sun
as I ever was
as I've ever been

WED 03.24.10-- SEMATOLOGY

MON 09.20.10-- DANCE ON THE BEACH

Someone walks by outside the patio here and they're wearing 'Euphoria'. It takes me to another place. I've never written about smells before I don't think. Never even bothered to try to capture a scent or an odor or anything in between. As I write this I've now become hyper-aware of the olfactory stimuli around me. Car exhaust... vanilla tobacco... some kind of other floral note. But still I'm not describing, I'm only naming. Now I'm actively trying to smell, but I'm picking up nothing. Sometimes that's the way it goes with the nose though. Smells catch you off guard-- knock you off your feet. Transport you in toto. It's a kind of journey that finds you, not the other way around. Sometimes when you thought there were no more journeys to be had.

MON 10.25.11-- TRANSPONDER ON HOLD

Things are in upheaval. Change for the better. Thought I would drop you a note and let you know that my series of short-story emails called "The Transponder" is far from dead. It, like its main character, has fallen into a deep spiritual sleep. They will both return when it's time.

In other news, I'm also planning a long over-due redesign of this very website. It's hard to let this thing go, but hey- this journal in particular is 13 years old almost to the day. Wow. Yeah. Time for a change.

Last but not nearly least, I'm almost done with album number either eight, nine, or ten, depending on how you count live albums, and internet only releases. I finally have a name and some visuals for it and am meeting tomorrow with the person that I'd like to do the art direction.

It's going to be a five song affair... perhaps dotted with instrumental passages, bringing the track count to around 8 or 10? Or maybe I'll do just the regular songs, I don't know yet. I want to fill it out a little bit, but I don't want to accidentally upset the pace of the adventure. Takes not planning, but rather, well, luck really. I'm not a good enough musician to choose in advance what style I want to write in. It's probably a shortcoming on my part, but I'm afraid planning can lessen the soul of a piece. I prefer to just put my hands down on the keyboard and see what comes out. So in the words of Kurt Vonnegut: and so it goes. And so it goes.