Install Theme
Really.

3-digit plays on SoundCloud. Bibsy on the Neumann

My new sounds:

with dirigible, biplane and artichoke blooms 

Sundays the pastor reads alone
Some days it rains, but most days, no
Home town is home to one last son
Dad could last years, or just this one

She placed her letter on the bar
So he would find it after hours
She’d drawn an arrow, bones and lights
Kissed it and slid into the night
Rested an hour and blew away
And so to no one, had her say:

She said “it looks like a sign
That points to a sign 
A sign for a city
A city called ‘Away’

Away

Oh, it’s just a ticket, a redeye, 
A train and a steamship, 
A hustle, a suitcase away”

Away

“While it’s all I know, gotta pack this show away”
And off she went

An auction, “take stock, son” he feared; 
He missed her spirit, disappeared
Cloudy eyed, dad smiled and lied, “I feel good”
“Some days it rains, some days it should”

She’d drawn that arrow, bones and lights
Kissed it and slid into the night
Rested an hour and then it blew away
And so to no one, had her say:

She said “it looks like a sign 
That points to a sign 
A sign for a city
A city called ‘Away’

Away

It’s a hustle, a redeye, 
A train and a steamship, 
A map and a compass, away

Away

While it’s all I know, gotta pack this show away

Guitarknado

Some character design for the Ann and Carl animation

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Faved by Weird Al!

playing with my new guitalele

you wander, you wander, you wander, you wander
you wonder, you wonder, you wonder, you wonder, you wonder

you learn the truth about everything, everyone, anywhere,
eventually
every person you see is unguarded, uncharted –
unnaturally
all the voices are loveworn birdsongs that chime on
melodically
and her movements leave traces through places that race past
colorfully

and you wander, you wander, you wander, you wander
you wonder, you wonder, you wonder, you wonder, you wonder

now her life is a thrift store to poke through, like folk do
repeatedly
full of scents and stray hairstrands and sleep-sands that gather
typically
there’s no dent in the bed sheets that repeat and repeat
curiously
but the room rearranges, in stages and rages
continuously

and you wander, you wander, you wander, you wander
you wonder, you wonder, you wonder, you wonder, you wonder

there’s a whir and a blur and a stir with a quiet
intensity
there’s a year in the mirror and the fear that really
it’s happened to me
we spin on our axis and practice our tactics
eternally
and the most that we’ll toast is the boast we exist
ephemerally

(Track note: Walking around the old house in the midwest, much of it left largely untouched since the move, it quickly became a time capsule of a life that’s not there anymore. You say to yourself, “oh look, a book is there left open since last year, fading in a sunsquare, a stray cat toy for a cat who no longer lives here.” It’s a bit creepy, and you feel the way i imagine someone who might be haunting the place might feel. Decided on this version to use the George Harrison-style Ric 360-12 and the Fender Jaguar bass to throw it back in time a bit. The controversy is, is this version or the demo ( https://soundcloud.com/jetbelly/this-second-day-as-a-ghost ) with its slower tempo, disembodied vocal and unfinished lyric is superior. Feel free to vote! -s)

Never seen the side of it?

At the Pop Machine

The cover photo is from the cemetery about halfway on the walk home; when the shot was taken, an old man was playing an alto sax graveside just beyond the ivy-covered fence. He was playing Stevie Wonder’s “Ma Cherie Amour” in a soulful larghetto. A young girl walking behind me was engrossed in her earbuds and couldn’t hear it, I gestured for her to pop them out and listen, and she did. And immediately teared up. Beautiful.

(Gasp) A quarter century.

(Source: youtube.com)

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