Pick up the trash Count all the little floaty things I see coffee dripping Parents dropping kids off The race is on So much poetry around coffee So much trash not picked up For weeks it blows Sometimes longer Set free from car windows Escaped from cans Stuck in fences Bleaching in the sun Might make it into a bird’s nest Or lawn mower blade A passerby’s thoughts Eventually someone takes care
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About the hungry ghost That lingers when the pain Has left the body Oh you can still find it In hard to read books Secretly located art shows Songs minimized in the shuffle
We used to spend a lot of time
Searching for things
Behind old wooden sheds
And upturned flower pots
Librarians on horse back
Jokes wrapped inside
Wrapped inside television commercials
Wrapped inside sports events
Wrapped in side tortillas
Rock Paper Scissors The Declaration of Independence Two for one coupon Expires ten four nineteen Four ten for Europe
This track was inspired by the autobiography of Dolly Parton. Many years ago, while I was still living in New York, I took part in a very ambitious singer-songwriter night that is put on by my friend Susan Hwang, called the Bushwick Book Club. It’s still going on, as far as I know. Basically, you read a book and then you write a song about it. The book was Dolly Parton’s: My Life and Other Unfinished Business. I was having a hard time tracking down a copy of the book and luckily my friend Diane Cluck just so happened to have it on tape. It was an actual cassette tape. So, yeah turns out Dolly Parton had a pretty amazing life. It was great to hear her voice telling her own story. There were several points where I felt very moved and even connected to her story. I tried to…
Instead of going out last night, I decided to indulge one of my favorite guilty pleasures which is cruising public domain video footage sites. I put together this video for a demo recording of a new song entitled Some Skies Are Blue. The song was inspired by a prompt that was given at the Rino, Monday night, open mic in North Kansas City. The prompt was: New Beginnings.
The song is meant to be a little tongue in cheek. Most of my life I have been uncomfortable with blatant spiritual references in art. In my opinion, only a handful of my favorite artists have managed to pull it off (Lou Reed, Nina Simone, Bhagvan Das come to mind). It is the “preachy” proselytizing aspect of some religions that I find most off-putting. This was the first song that I wrote after breaking up with my long term partner and…
This can be a tricky holiday, for me, as my mother was only alive for the first 10 years of my life. But in those ten years, she made enough of an impression on me to forever represent a warm, smiling sun, in my mind, that has guided me for my entire life. I’ve also met a lot of cool mothers (of all sorts of things) that have helped me a great deal along my path, not the least of which is my big sister, Sherry. So, thanks to ALL my mothers! I wouldn’t be here without you.