I've been sharing so much old material that I thought it would be fun to share something new in its very early stages. It's rough and cobbled together and I have no idea what the final production will be like. But it was fun to record because normally by the time I'm recording something, I... Continue Reading →
Wayback Weekend #5
My high school's production of Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market" was a bittersweet allegory for all the folderol going on with me at the time (not to mention that our theater department opted for an interpretation that was a veritable pastiche of Bowie's Jareth, Peter Pan's Lost Boys, Robert Smith, A Midsummer Night's Dream, and the... Continue Reading →
Pitfalls of a Parasocial Variety.
Aside from a passing glance at Those Magazines near the grocery store checkout, or seeing the occasional news feed headline, I generally don’t follow celebrity gossip. I don’t watch housewives or socialites. What I do get, I get incidentally. Nevertheless, it pains me to say that, as relentlessly logical and evenhanded as I try to... Continue Reading →
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You broke my heart, girl,All those years later,The way you malignedHow we once basked togetherIn our primal state,Hair like streamers,Commune of the crimson lipstick.You talked like a savior Sprung you from a gangOr scrubbed you clean of a cult; You talked like spirits had been to blame,Like evil had been in us - when really,That... Continue Reading →
I’m Reviewing the Situation.
Here’s some more of the career change agonizing I do periodically, because I owe it to myself not to get complacent. Also, I mean to keep myself honest and document all stages of this confounded process so I might be of help to someone else someday.I think the most important part of chronicling this stuff... Continue Reading →
Wayback Weekend #4
This week’s selection is also from high school times, and it’s just a good old song about le desir. By the way, I just decided tonight to call these things “Wayback Weekends,” so I had to go back to all the other ones and update them to look like they’d been called that all along.... Continue Reading →
Wayback Weekend #3
In 1999 I was 17 and a senior in high school, and I liked to write, uh, moralistic saloon music - ? https://youtu.be/tnIBQp7MHbQ GatesShe with the lipsAnd the prodigal flameWho curses the heavensFrom which she cameMixes her pain And her faith all togetherAnd grinds them to dustOr wraps them in leatherShe who draws heatLike a... Continue Reading →
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I don't know you, so this means nothing, but I'll be damned if I don't recognize a pattern, familiar, a Mandelbrot. As I write this, I'm listening to music improvised, stumbling, in a church. As I write this, I'm thinking how angry I got watching him cut up bone-in chicken last night with cooking scissors... Continue Reading →
Wayback Weekend #2
https://youtu.be/QlRoMf7ITKw Down for GoodYou call me from some transient addressTo sew some tears and patch some holes and maybe confessYou say you wanna see me, I comply Cos I’ve wrongs of my own that I’d like to redressWe ride with winter sunlight in our eyesYour anger still reminds me of a blood orange skyI push... Continue Reading →
Wayback Weekend #1
Everything old is...eh, you know. This past weekend was the start of a thing: I’m going to relearn some of my old songs (including some juvenilia) and present them in YouTube vids. The first was a song called “Cake” which I wrote when I was in grad school in 2005. You can check it out... Continue Reading →
