out of dream
I haven’t been using my camera lately. I think that’s because much of what I’ve been doing has been out. I’ve been out wandering… out thinking… out of tools and rememberin’ things instead. But that really doesn’t matter all that much because I’ve still been going to bed and wakin’ up eve’rday…. and I’m writin’ these things that make going through these days a little less cloudy. And, for the most part, when I do all that, I’m usually drivin’ or in the passenger seat lookin’ out the window, but I’m really lookin’ deep into my own head… and thinkin’ a lot about what i’m really gettin’ after. I hope that even though I got up at 6 am this morn’, I’ll be able to stay up late and have a glass of wine and sing some songs on my guitar. I haven’t been singin’ much these days, just listenin’ a lot to the sounds outside of my window. Sittin’ on the sofa and keepin’ my senses sharp until late in the evenin’. I slept with the windows open last night and about froze. I think that’s why I got up at 6. And, oh well, here I am… out of dream and awake. I beat the sun’s alarm today.
Midnight in my world~
so I slipped off a little early tonight
I fell into a coma
my legs were gone
my arms were gone
my eyes vanished from consciousness
and my mind led me straight away
over the dream like it was mountain or a hill
to the dark starved sandy beaches
passed the boxed huts made of earth where people live
and i was on a drag of cars and pavement that have been walked on like a border
between countries
I was dreamin’ of you.
underneath the row of palm trees
I was dreamin’ of you.
Walkin’ barefoot on the sidewalk.
I was dreamin’ of you.
In the back of the parked car we kissed.
and the bright sun fell behind the buildings
the light of the air turned to a mellow glow
so it could guide the sulking visionary dreamers along
just the creases of the shadows that separate light from dark. hey babe
take care of this, I fell in love with you sometime in the last dream,
and woke up alive.
before I even got my hand onto the door handle
together we put the car in drive.
… and this time we’re gonna drive this old rusted thing down that drag
we’re drivin’ it into Mexico
we’re drivin’ where ever the hell it’s gonna take us.
roll down the windows babe.. and let it pass.
the ride in.
I was sleepin’ on the ride in the rain
there was rain fallin on the hood
like rocks fallin’ from the sky.
but I was sleepin’
listenin’ to the sound of the wet concrete under the tires
the wish wash of traffic..
I was dreamin’ though
with my head against the window
my eyes against my mind.
I was sleepin’ on the ride in
listenin’ to the thoughts of drivers
listenin’ to the whispers of the windows
I wasn’t thinkin’ about nothin’ too serious
I was just thinkin’ in my dreams..dreamin’ in my thinkin’
and I did it al the way in…
all the way there..
all the way…
Fredericksburg
“they’ll stone you just like they said they would” – bob dylan.
I’m feeding off this one. I spent the evening at a wedding rehearsal and dinner. My mind is cloudy from all the red wine. I feel decorated. Last night we held up late in this little cottage just outside of Fredericksburg drinking drinking wine and beer at the kitchen table. I was sitting there with Leo and Howdy. The Big Lebowski was playing in the other room. Then, when I woke up, it was tomorrow and my dream faded. I stared up into the blue light of my bedroom, then grabbed my keys and left. The sun is bright yellow in Texas. Passed an old Model T driving on the back roads. I wandered into town. Every time I come to Fredericksburg this town is filled with bikers and old people. I wonder what gives. I found this little coffee shop. This town has been knitted together with yarn. That’s the vibe.
a lil’ darlin’ named Saturday Mornin’
It’s Saturday mornin’ about 8am. The sunlight comes in through the window so early. Last night, I was hunched over the microphone in this little lounge. I’ve been gettin’ into these late night acoustic amp gigs. I’m kinda a sucka for reverb comin’ out of the amp and a little feed pack to raise the hairs on the back of my neck. i don’t know what it does for you..
It’s Saturday mornin’ 8am. My eyes close and I’m in a vacant land. There are canyons and rivers. Desert stings below a blew sky. Dark waters. And thin air. I’m standin’ there like a pilot light. Above the earth. Lookin’ into the land around me. I was dreamin’ about you. I was dreamin’ about you again.
It’s Saturday mornin’ the sunlight’s been comin’ through the window like fog. I’m gonna be lookin’ for you. I’m gonna be lookin’ for you all day long. Don’t sleep no more. That’s not my thing. I’m not into it. I’m into singin’ these lil things. These lil tunes that make the red sunset go black and blue. I’m singin’ for you.
It’s Saturday mornin’ i’m listenin’ to that tune again. rememberin’ you now. rememberin’ you somehow don’t fake it like it used to. Cause I’m givin’ it all over again. I’m givin’ it back the way I’ve taken it. Don’t be standin’ there so still, cause there’s no way of shakin’ it. It’s there. It stay’s there. It paces there back and forth in front of your eyes. And i’m waitin’ for it but it’s no big surprise.
Give it to me, honey. Give it to me. Where you’re at is no place for fear to be. It’s no place for need to be. It’s no place for hidin’ when you’re dancin’ under that honey tree. That’s me babe. That’s where I’ll be. Wanderin’ waitin’ wishin’ fishin’ for you.
Nothing ado with last night.
“He hath indeed better bettered expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.”
- William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing, 1.1
All i did, see, was just wake up and there it was. And me with my early mornin’ breath and early mornin’ quickness grabbed my camera, checked the film, and took this pictures. Ginsberg said in howl.. these great words… “starving, hysterical, naked” Out of context, these words really fit this picture.
been cutting “Streetlights”
I’ve posted a new video of us cutting “Streetlights”, one of the ten or so new songs that we cut last week for the new record project “Dead Flower Motel”. I’m lost in all this, you better check back to see if i get my eyes focused again, because I’m seein’ right now like a camera with only a zoom lenz on. Tryin’ to not walk into things all the time. I’m trying not to get fed at all the wrong times. I’m trying not get after it with all the wrong ideas..all the wrong intentions…all the wrong spirit. That’s where i am. That’s where I’m takin’ you i swear. Streetlight’s is just a song. It’s a piece of words and i wrote them out for myself to think a little more clear. Have a little more feelin’ understood in my belly. I’m writin them out in my mind and singin’ em out with my pen. Then dancin’ them out with my mouth.. and readin’ em for ya with my words. Check out yourself some time.. and see how you been thinkin’. See how you been readin’. See what you been checkin’ out. See what you got in your vision, in your eyes, in your mind in your thoughts, in your tears. Hey, Honey! This one’s for everyone. I’m gonna get there when I can, I swear it. I’m gonna git there and I’m takin’ you with me.
Check out the video page to see the footage.
Would anybody be offended…
Day 2 is the hardest. or was. i don’t really care i’m glad its over. Day 1 we tracked ten songs. Not unheard of, but not easy. Kinda a burnout. After we went and had a couple of pitchers at a late night coffee house on the east side.
Falcon says: “Would anyone be offended if I bought one more pitcher of beer”
“No” says the soul. “Not offended at all.”
Slept like a lizard in the daylight.
Day 2 was the hardest. Day 3 is in progress. We’re going Stanley Kubrick on yer asses! How that translates to music.. i don’t know.
John Michael:
Scott Davis:
Matt Tracking On Organ:
Andrew our Engineer:
Falcon
