Nothing Of Any Consequence Machine Demo...

Late night 4am freakout makes song. A little time and maybe I will know what this song is about, but right now I haven't a clue. My sub-basement-conscious kept this one under wraps pretty good. Sometimes it is not about understanding, but just feeing. It feels like how I felt. Just have a little drum machine...no bass...not really finished.

Blame it on the Sazerac...

Nothing Of Any Consequence 

Old Man River keeps on emptying his veins
Navigating a sea of shit, it's a motherfucker.
Thundering out with the perilous distinction
Of having no providence to fall upon.

I sauntered upon a most notable occasion
of the silver-tongued Lightning Man.
Vanished youth, putting wood to the fire
She uses no sandpaper on me.

Nothing of any consequence.

Sacrosanct suction. Stretching flicks and flutters
Rolling you in clover. Firebomb fucks in the alley,
Psuedonymphs and sista-womans swinging their
Pendulums of Love.

Nothing of any consequence.

Until The Day...

I wrote a new song yesterday...partially inspired by my new instrument the Suzuki Omnichord OM-84 modified my Ben Houston at Folktek. I plan on writing more for this instrument!

Until The Day

A film of the ocean.
Television of clouds.
To think is to stop.
Look North but dream South.
There is no silence, just the illusion of being alone.

You can never turn it off when you find it together.
Until the day begins to darken.
I strike matches at the myth but it doesn't burn.
It illuminates.

Living in the world, but not of the world.
My stillness sleeps.
My stillness shakes
An opulent and gilded single-minded smile.

You can never turn it off when you find it together.
Until the day begins to darken.
I strike matches at the myth but it doesn't burn.
It illuminates.

Full Denim Jacket...

Patron Saint of Lost Indie Causes

My indigo armor. My urban shield. I will not leave home without it. In fact all my super powers are wicked away without it...a mere mortal with a slight chill I would be. It will not stop bullets, but it will stop negative feng shui ninjas from slicing and dicing me. The too-cool-for-school coalition powers of geek perception cannot penetrate my cotton prophylactic with nonoxynol ten. Killing their judgment on contact. Oh yes I love my jean jacket. We are one. It will never leave me as long as I wash it enough that it can't walk on its own and run away.

Jetsam...

Jetsam is part of a ship, its equipment, or its cargo that is purposefully cast overboard or jettisoned to lighten the load in time of distress and that sinks or is washed ashore.

Ideas...cast and waylaid...trying to float on your back without sinking...relax...relaaaax...don't stiffen...let go...give in to the sway of the water...nope...your legs are still stiff damn it...you'll sink that way...clear your mind...stop the humming...yea...that's it...better...floating.....flooooat...float to the shore and find a nice comfy couch to lay on.

These are memories of my Pop trying to teach me how to float on my back in the ocean. I was 10. I still can't float on my back.

Anywhere...et al...

Winter comes. Work as an engineer/producer slows to a maple-syrupy drool. It is the time to create. Keep working. Keep on keeping on. 

I have no direction or intent at this early stage of my writing process. This song came out. The soundscape chose itself. I am not gonna tell my song what to do, I am just gonna let 'em do what they do.

Anywhere

I return. I hear the thrushes sing, they take me anywhere out of this world. There is more than one sun, take the wrapper off, it's better that way, it takes me anywhere out of this world.

To be or to become. Explainable, unattainable love.

Old enough to forget, but young enough to want to remember, anywhere out of this world. I'll begin and I'll begin to begin again, anywhere out of the world. Take me anywhere out of this world.

I don't know what this song means to me yet. I write, record, and mix fast enough to feel like a hit and run victim. I can't give you a description of the car that hit me, or why they did. Maybe a few digits of the license plate. All I know is I feel worked over and need a little time to heal to get hit again later. Maybe we'll become friends. Maybe I will never see this song again. That is why I have a fast trigger finger on my sound camera...