lngs, drt, drms.

new tune i've been working on, probably still unfinished, but..

"lungs, dirt, and dreams"

the west wind don't blow,
in this valley no more,
your crop has gone dry,
the gray horse, he does ride,
famine and sweat,
that's all that you get,
and there's sin on your tongue,
and no lust for this sun,
a poem and a sound,
the only common ground,
it's where we reside,
but that's all in your mind,
so let's make this clear,
cause i have it all here,
in one, two, and three,
my lungs, dirt, and dreams,

yes, i have all these things.

hopefully demoing it this week!

reviewed

the holy noise got a great review on beatlanta.com... check it out here! thanks chris!

polishing a golden oldie

today i started demoing an old song, "tonight, sometimes", but way different than previous versions... casio drums, sick bassline, dub style almost. stoked about the way it's coming along.. really just needs real drums, and lots of feedback and stuff for a big ending... which brings me to these...



which i'll be picking up tomorrow. old 60s jap kit, but all fixed up. i've already heard them, and they sound great...

on july 4th, i went to a flea market, and found another gem, which i practically stole. i've been working with this thing a bit already, and this changes everything. sounds sooooo good.



vintage altec 1220 board. this thing has great pres, a sick compressor, and great reverb.. things have been lookin' up.. let's keep this up.

yesss.

the universe has been a goddamn motherfucker to me lately, and i don't wanna speak too soon, but it looks like things are finally starting to turn around for the better.

this river has reversed it's flow. i'm momentarily ceasing to fight the current. float on.

idea # 3 billion

thinking about doing a really limited run ep to be released only on cassette.. possibly a buncha covers of some of my favorite old country songs. just an idea for now, but definitely something that could happen sooner than later...

untitled

brighter the light,
darker the night,

i can't stop what's coming,
and you know what's coming.
bittersweet and black,
this sun is burning out.

fast tim moon

in the morning, we're burying my brother tim. i wish there was more time, which will probably always be the case with anyone.. i have no pretty metaphors for this. this is just fucked up.

gone too soon brother, too soon.

no. 62

finished lyrics for a new tune today. feeling good about this one.. demoed this one recently with unfinished lyrics..

"seasonal suite no. 62"

the left lane is for passing,
but i was never too quick to figure that out,
stuck behind sunday drivers, singin' "let it rain, let it rain, let it rain,"
but it's still dry, and you're still gone, and everything's the same,

nothin' ever goes one way or another,
but this 'ol heart is spread over open roads and leather,
so don't kill the messenger, just destroy the message,
it's really just the other side of the coin that you see,
(and i don't see.)

"one hand will wash the other," you say,
but i keep my lion well fed, and i'll sleep beside him, for today,
i'll color you with thunder, go on and pick my favorite number, and we'll laugh, and we'll swim, and we'll sing,
but it's so cold, and grey, but man i think that's just how it's gonna stay,

life is no apology,
but i, i was sorry on the day that you walked away from me,
and all of my shit, and ideas, of what this should be,
and what it shouldn't have been,
(and that which ceases to be.)

ozark reflections / part i

- it's amazing how reassuringly beautiful one word can be about the times that lay ahead, despite whatever the current situation(s) may be. that word is "west."

- i'm starting to see so many things in myself, especially in the past few days, that i've despised for so long. so ugly. this is something i seriously need to address.

- death won't wait on you to get comfortable with a loss. there is no time, there is only now, and a price can't be put on these moments.

desire and be disappointed

people do some fucked up things to one another, and i'm no exception.. a look in the mirror shows me that i'm completely capable of all the wrongs that have been done to me, and others that i know. i guess i always thought if i founded a relationship (friendly, more than friendly, professional, otherwise) with an open understanding of this truth, and a vow to consciously break the mold, that maybe it would result in something healthy, conscious, forward moving, and good... but so far, it has just lead to disappointment in others and in myself..

as the zen buddhists say, desire and be disappointed.

2 more days, then i'm disappearing for a long time.

no desires, no expectations, no distractions.

patterns.

i thought, but i thought wrong.

no, i stand corrected. once again.

*

listless minds,
confusing times,
shadowing pines,
they lead me blind,

a sinner in your shelter,
what currency will you accept?
will our reckoning rest?

let's make this clear,
because i have it all here,
in one, two, and three,
my lungs, dirt, and dreams,

there's no place like gone.

the darkest and most desolate roads always seem to be the ones that lead me back home.

just got home from an intense all night drive from richmond. mini tour was a total success. richmond's set might have been the best 30 minutes in the history of this project. so stoked to end the tour that way.

i'm here in georgia for a week, then westbound. i'm going to become a new mexican for a little while. i need to do a bit of solo adventuring for a minute to work on some things that lie beneath.

hello georgia.
goodbye georgia.

baltimore..

is giving austin a serious run for it's money.

the high note

the great charlie bennett just got a twitter just for craziness from the van and the road. surely to be entertaining...

here.