on which line
is my trajectory
????
on which line
is my trajectory
????
where ideas go to get forgot
or where we just put all pocket lint
or what we made from the shadows
in an aery realm
looking over all and saying
ha
in the antique store
post christmas
a bell and a bamboo
fm cam 1989
carved into the side
in a wide wide field
in a tried true position
kneeled in air
I just think of this hall
old hall
ancient hall
filled with
jubilance
a place we used to go
together and together and
forever
whoa oh
copilot on here
planet
rocks and wind
between here and radio nowhere
from beginning to end
friend
draw these lines
maybe I can just like cheeeeeerlead
weirdly
turn the block and everyone can
heeeeearrrme
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.
here we are my friend I’ll sing you an old song
some time magic is music yeah
or is it like, sometime magic?
or is it like…?
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
xwordsx
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
for eternal turning
and burning
and that’s why
i keep doing it
clearly!
to breathe
and that
we are like
eachother
and in this
together and
it is scary
right?
and exhilarating?
monstrous wave
come
break ing
and
entering
in my
boring day
push me
through until
against the
very air
i don’t know
i don’t know
if i can
trust
myself
one day to the next to
love
as much as
the next
i was going to go there
but
instead…
well…
you can guess the rest
good to know
yesterday morning
still exists
somewhere
good to get less
mess
i wish i was there
in an imaginary
northern california
barn
with imaginary
dancers
and endless
waves
a collision of real
and thought would
i’d probably fall into it
like a venetian canal
a real myth
i wish i was there
on an endless blues solo
forever
dark figured shadows
and fire
no where to feel
like a stranger
no doubt to go
out and out into the world
a repetition of pithy complaint
over and over again
makes beautiful lines
get grizzly
i want to have a ranch in albion
and fall apart with the fog
into the oblivion
but real
nevermind the silliness
nothin
necessarily transcendental
just a thing that can
happen
ok
well
here we are
where
was
it
all
a
dream
back on the scene
frisky and clean
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
which way?
moon way
which is to say
soon way
truly
after wash of rain
and waiting in it
in the early hours of the morning
for something
to change
come back
around
it did
but i didn’t
know it
at the time
a fast switch
in a very clever stay
acceleration
of disbelief
makah the cello go
boom
here we have
ukelele again
our friend ukelele
always getting after it
mr ukelele
recording with the studio door open. kind of nice
honestly today i really had to squeeze this one in. not busy, but i’m glad i did find the time. that’s what this is, time.
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
here’s some cello action
for ya
here’s some
time
in the form of
harmonies
for ya
falling string
sings
a lack of whether or
why
and a bunch of
slings
playing with broken
things
making a mess
of it
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
let’s get
all caught
up
and play
geetar
gee
star
i fell out of it for a little while
doesn’t mean it’s over!
it’s never over.
music everyday forever
I forgot to post this.
I forgot
to keep playing
forever
playin guitar
sometimes takes me
back in time
at my brother’s house, playing his awesome martin guitar
making the pentatonic hits, on a daily basis