go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’re clever
you and me oh
number three oh
making me know
what I need to know
we can go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’d never
you and me oh
and number three oh
make deep lows
make neat
abstract, toy piano, weird, beats, polyrhythm, south, ritual, offbeat, odd, journey, exploration
oh that was oh that was oh that too was
I wonder if this will be the last revery of this year. it seems likely. Hasn’t been an easy year, hasn’t been easy to keep up, to get in a rhythm. This one I’m doing in the morning, very strange. But it has been amazing to make and share and I am not tired at all of creating these.
ok I’ll take you up on
a moment or two of thought
and we can get together in there
and whatnot
rock a bye
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
a coming storm, a fog bank, a wall of unknown, the leftover, a place of refuge
intense, heavy, big, beats, cello, midnight door, southeast, yearning, adventurous
when in the back of that car
when in the trunk of that car
sinister sounding now innocent then
a group of high school kids heading up for a full moon wander in the woods
just laughs and all, nothing really even consumed or ruined
kind of amazing how beautiful we were
hey hey so
wherever you go
there I go (if you like)
know
that.
in loving ways in wandering ways
I lost you then I’ll never lose
again
it’s just time to like
get going with it all and you know
make it happen whether anyone is happening
whether anything is
whether whenever ends
just you know, me you and this
birth of a nation
it’s just really just you just making you do you as well as you can and
what a fucking world
did it ever even begin
was it the end all through
did I try, was I true?
it doesn’t matter without you
so let’s just skip five? ok. whatever. who cares.
whoever is there, really
been trying over and over yeah!
wash alllllll your sins away
for free!
with me
nakedly, dastardly, bastard me
has been me
I’ll swim and sing with you
if you want me
not if you want me too
if you want me
on that night ship
the late night swells
navigating through
hellos and farewells
hey everyone
be careful
out there
part of this series of piano pomes.
schooled by
it the
quest
of quests
playing piano and pretending I can play piano is one of my favorite things and maybe is the earliest that music became “my thing”… I remember having what I thought were (and were most definitely not) good sessions on my Grandpa’s yellow piano when I was pretty young… maybe six.
this is not that piano, but the feeling I got from recording these was similar.
back to no home home
back to unknown
wander and wander
is it
really
you or
is it really
me thinking of you
again
again in the day
again in the night
again in a song
again in my fright
again in the missing
is it you
or a missing piece of me?
a place of
respite
nearly there nearly there
so real
am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
repentive
why so
replace ing
once there
running the dune
just a break between here and there
maybe the big break
that one moment
or any other
t
climbing up that river valley
I was most good at
believing
hey hey
I’ve got you if you need
k?
couldn’t type
discipline
no why
falling back into a dream
a continuity
everything you believed in
everything you held true
brought back down
by
any external force
nah.
at least we are together, put it on repeat let’s stay here forever.
dust the brush away the noise in the loop sequence in the clouds is making me feel excuse me while ish
and you can just sit back and
enjoy the show
he who taketh
giveth
each morning a
next
i hope you are ok
we will be ok somehow
i am thinking of you
i hope you are ok
i wish we could
be together
through the darkest hour
when you sing through the void
where we are
not even
we
know
most of the time
where we are
as it moves over headlands
over headlands
through the meadow
over the curved bridge over the creek
down to where the foghorn blows
