I wrote this around the time that I started playing piano again. It’s the first and only instrumental song I’ve written and recorded to date. I use to feel that I had to have lyrics when writing songs. I clung to words as the skeletal element; the scaffolding. At some point music-making morphed into a […]
What do I do with this space? Where there was you, I suffocate. Written Sunday, March 17th, 2013. Photo taken early January, 2013.
It’s been decided. I’m un-invited to the possibility. You won’t give chase to the chance that this could be something worth talking about. Worth fighting about. Because it has to be perfect, and smooth, and expected. That’s where the opportunity over-ripens and is smooshed beyond usability. Compost is the option. Compost you and me. Written […]
I have been itching to do some recording. And here something finally is. For the past few weeks I’ve been thickening my fingertip calluses while working on covers of songs by everyone from MJ, to The Cutting Crew, to Porthishead, to Blonde Redhead. I’ve also been trying to get something original out. Like trying to […]
My second-oldest brother, Tony, recently asked Sarah to be his bride, and I couldn’t be happier for them both. Sarah’s parents and our parents met for the first time at our parents’ house in Port Townsend the other weekend and the ‘how we met’ stories were shared (so I hear. I drove over for dinner […]
Given that I’ve been on somewhat of a ‘covers’ streak, I’ve been toying with the idea of covering a song from each of my top 10 island discs. One of those is Massive Attack’s Bluelines record. I hadn’t listened to that album in a while so browsed the tracks the other night. Any of the […]
It’s not an easy thing to do if you haven’t been taught what it means to forgive. If you haven’t been coached, as a kid, on emotional things. Relationships. How to identify or manage what comes up for you internally. It’s not an easy thing. I have spent a lot of time thinking, written a […]
Another week or so of seemingly helpless hibernation comes to a close. Another stretch of seclusion behind closed blinds and locked doors. Another cognitive battle between the voices. One attempts to fool the other. Sometimes they are neck-and-neck and I can muster a grip to pull ahead just enough to put the keys […]