what brings you here?
or back
or where
if you don’t like to linger a while
with hands in open position
why
what brings you here?
or back
or where
if you don’t like to linger a while
with hands in open position
why
sometimes i think it comes easy
take it for granted
the way it’s supposed to be
for me
and then
or always
there’s a bit more
to be done
to take easy and go
pick up the litter
polish the edges
give up the glitter
stop pretending
not mind race
and remember at the same time
it’s not for you
it’s not for you
or you
it’s for
me
not left behind
the last desire
let’s redefine it
again
waste a night
let it slip
and never regret
it
just a place to stow away
just a place to go
sleeping like a baby
in the loft
tossed
turned
make me write it down
later
now
cold crosses
glinting in the torch light
world ness
on stand by
there is this idea of a wall of sound especially just like a hundred lush cellos
and a pulsing pulse
like blood under skin
that i can’t quite capture
but try
remember when you swore
who you were and what you were there for?
remember when you said you’d meet me
at the midnight door?
positively absolutely
who wants
to look
when
no one else
is lookin?
how
do
ya
do
here now
a hammer hammering
on whatever
dog sleeping
or whatever
things
going
on and on
that’s herenow
calmer now
that all the things i need to
pull together
don’t need me to
pull them together
Ok, so, full disclosure here
I wanted this to be
so much more
but
it is what
it is
And yes my mom
My Mom
is indeed why I even play music
(beyond the obvious duh)
who has been to every concert of mine she is within 4+ hours of
who listened to dvorak incessantly while i was born
who always has the classical station on
who drove to idaho with the river on repeat for
however many days
who never once
made me think twice
about being what/who i am
as musician
person who does this
I’m so overwhelmed with gratitude
and love for her.
I honestly thought
Oh
I’d do a whole suite
or two
but this will have
to do
for now
just a composition or a feeling
or no none of that
really just me sitting down again
on another day
and she is why
i am able
and want to
make songs
in the first place
misanthrope
in days
tryin’ ta
self distruct
i tell ya
in daze
want to make it pas t
the waves
and also
just get salt
just get that grit
gritty
pearl
pearl seekr
wish keepr
here’s where
the statues
hide
in the statue garden
rung up one
marching on
can some time go
somewhere quiet
some time ago
somewhere quiet
go forth into it
quoth four in so as
you cross your heart
miss
led
mix the best with the best
and the red
letter
with the said and said
coy you say
oh boy
you say
we’ve got it right here
stuck inside our heads
this treasure
lead
you can control
which way them
stars turn
if you let
yrself
mixed trail
with time
and got to there
painted eyes
forever inquisitive
completely invisible
who cares
just make
it
happen
mister
misses
no wantoo hear
no other
heroic
just to push forward
to want
with joy
to push forward with joy
is just about the most heroic thing
i saw today
and it
filled me with
so much love
i almost died
we are the only beginning
before us no one
outside the wall
of the noise machine
i stood
for ten years
or so
it was all
muffled bass
and more
it was all
soft core
makah the cello go
boom
ok, I have been making music everyday. and sometimes recording. just not sharing… ok? geez.
anyways, here’s one. I’ll eventually catch all these past ones and throw them in a box for you to sift through.
i called this one scrimple
i don’t know what it is
the world is so strange
today
these days
how do we
just love eachother?
again?
oi.
can’t even write a blog post like a normal
it’s not like i’ve been watching game of thrones
or anything
here’s some cello action
for ya
here’s some
time
in the form of
harmonies
for ya
picking up the cello again
stumbling over it
and that’s fine
and that’s
what happens every time
with every thing
and you remember it’s yours
if you tell yourself
so
part 2 in the cello tried to be new age and turned kind of cool and meditative series.
started as called broken
I wanted to see if I could make a new age track, and was being ironic and cynical. and then i actually really liked how this turned, might do a few more. here’s for you to do what you can with it, like, close yr eyes and sit awhile. or party hard.
and an 8 minute meditation track gets in on the everyday action.
this one is ukelay lady lay
this one is celloed out
made three songs this weekend
all continuing from the previous, and kind exploring what hides in one chord, even though that sounds more thought out than it was
oh and three different instruments: guitar, then cello, then ukelele
if you like imperfectly improvised solo cello pizzicato, this jam is for you!
make the cello go
played some more bach action and then improvised afterwards, imperfect and all.
picked up good ol’ Cello McCelloface today. I played some Bach badly and then recorded this improvisation.
Here’s a super rough “song”… I don’t know if it’s that, so much as an idea and letting the lyrics fall out of its pockets to see if there’s anything worth picking up.
I posted the early version of this with beats, I thought the cello part was nice enough to share on its own.
this song is a bit more, er, aggressive. here are some tamped punkish chamber cellos.
two cellos playing a pretty line, hard panned left and right gives it that floaty feeling
I’ve been making music everyday! But not specifically for my music everyday project. But with that spirit in mind I’m going to post excerpts from what I’ve been working on for the last few days…
cello. then beats. then cello, and more beats!
big things.
now we are all caught up. trust issues, all resolved.
just after
where floating.
all these cellos chasing after each other.