TWO The toys in the lawn produced no fingerprint of the paint thief. I resumed the next day with new buckets of Midnight Owl, a deep almost purple grey and Honey Blush, a bright golden yellow. In the time that lapsed I had challenged and lost an open mic contest at the edge of our [...] Continue Reading »
part 2 (untitled memoir beginning yesterday)
2put a little music to it
2I want to write lyrics that hold up as poetry. I want to write melodies good for whistling. I want to write songs that make the rounds over campfires. I want to write the album people play on the highway all alone. I want to write the song that reminds you of a friend. I’d [...] Continue Reading »
post democratization demo-quality fantastical idiosyncratic anecdotalism
3(from Levon who is listening to An Introduction to Charlie Mars) At the end of this week we’re heading to Virginia to do a handful of things. 1. The Addair women are going to dinner theatre at the Wohlfahrt House in Wytheville, VA. 2. Running a Spartan Race in Leesburg, VA. Basically a maniacal obstacle race challenge through [...] Continue Reading »
an update to the next album
0For four consecutive years I’ve released (perhaps the improper word) a CD in the late summer. Everybody knows that. (just having fun here) In mid July I’m usually isolated (pun) in headphones working on the newest hot mix. ”Don’t mix in headphones,” they will tell you. They will also tell you not to sing into [...] Continue Reading »
the can do contractor
8Friday was a day past my personal goal to finish the paint job around the corner. A midway color change on the windows had added to the job. The touch ups were never ceasing, the cleanup endless. But I was going to finish Friday, by doggone. By myself too, because I was all payrolled out. [...] Continue Reading »
implementing zero tolerance for pentatonic noodling
6There is an old saying that if you’re not moving forward then you’re going backward. It’s time to get back in the studio and the piano has been frustrating me. Sloppiness. Hack fingers. Generic licks. I’m rusty. The last time I ran scales to a metronome I honestly can’t remember. Probably last summer when the [...] Continue Reading »
the fiesta verdict, peeking in a Serro Scotty camper, and kentucky bound in the morning
4In the calm after the storm yesterday we drove to Sevierville to the Rebel Dish Barn. It’s the largest Fiesta store in the South, new and vintage. I compared my stuff with his and I do have exactly what I thought. We stopped on the way home at Camper World. They don’t have Airstreams [...] Continue Reading »
update to the Airstream query
3Ashley and I were just writing a song one minute and then I lost her. She saw the baby asleep and rushed him to bed. She has to take these easy nights when she can get them, now they are both snoozing. I’m sitting here in hopes of getting my head around where this song [...] Continue Reading »
working days, excitement about a new found work of Steinbeck
2When Ashley and I loaded up and headed for the artistic promise land, I heavily relied on The Grapes of Wrath as a source of determination and hope. And also as an answer when the day of reality and hard facts was laid out flatly before us. Throughout our scrambles since, whatever mused Steinbeck we [...] Continue Reading »
the secret mechanics of songwriting and 1988 ford rangers
1As a follow up to the post a couple days ago, the old Ford Ranger didn’t come home with me on Monday. Once before, a 1976 Datsun station wagon was a part of my life that caused deep reflection and heartbreak. I am wiser now, and my love of aged possessions I keep limited to [...] Continue Reading »