Baker's Dozen

Dec 31 , 2012 The dawn of 2013. Tonight we say goodbye to the calendar year. I normally say Fuck you to the end of the year. This year, that's too kind. I start 2013 with high ideals, though in less than ideal straights. I am driven, homeless and happy. All to some varying degree. I left an ideal opportunity in an ideal location. I can expect no less than misery from here. Yet, I find myself happier now than ever. By all accounts I should be a wreck. Maybe I am. Maybe I like it. I sing in bands, I try to write a little more. My family is together. My kids are great. I turn 50 in 4 months. FUCK! I am connected to something. Doing these gigs has opened me up to people who are truly alive. Their pulse bleeds onto me. Get's me through the night. It all is terribly strange. I wish not to understand, I am thankful for being alive. Well, kinda. I am in hell. But I belong here, so I so ok with it. A sense of place, ah 2013. I would love to speak of prosperity and hope and good things. But, fuck it, those things don't really matter. Tomorrow the sun will come up. We may or may not see it. So until tomorrow. Happy New yeah, well yeah, um no.

Dawn of the Brutal Season

The wind howls and collects her things. Each pressing against my flesh leaving their indelible mark. I swallow my dead flesh,  waiting for that sound. I hear voices from a stranger. Unkind, uncaring. I have become what I feared the most.

Not in a million years

What I'm doing. Where I am.....not in my wildest imagination, craziest dreams, or most vivid nightmare.

Crossroads

Rain swept Saturday in the Bay Area. Things coming into focus. Would love to head up for mavericks Celebration today. But exhaustion from last night's show and the weather may hold me back. So great to see friends last night. So blessed to be encouraged to do the things I love. Although my voice may be telling me it's time to start writing again :)
I have so much to say, but as always I get paralyzed with a microphone in my hand. The keyboard lends a comfort to me that I must embrace. If only for myself. The other thing is to focus on writing these songs and getting them recorded before I head back to Hawaii. That's my next focus. I'll post here...

The here and now brown cow

Well I'm either headed for a brick wall or total freedom. All at once, that's my way. Easy to do when you've put it all off for so long. Some moments to write. Ahhh Yes. Started my day with a chance encounter with a very lovely young damsel in the parking garage crying here eyes out on the telephone. i made no eye contact but was moved by her total lack of caring who heard or saw this meltdown. An inspiration, a lyric at least. Off she went.....I mentally followed her.

I am writing a record to record with my friends from home. So looking forward to getting the work done. Home

I have 75 followers on twitter. None who truly give a damn about me. Hopeless.

Write On.