2/5/16
Art And Significant Objects
long walk in the cold wind.
the old look of addresses and time.
unmarked roads and the scenes of the crimes.
dumpster worthy.
gleaming rows of construction success.
from the idea to the bank to the architect to the builders to the ribbon cutters.
the rest just wander around in admiration or oblivion.
occupied by other worries and schedules.
sniff of the corporate air.
switch out the walking shoes.
professional dress required.
seats and couches crammed.
most waiting for a class.
devices and headphones and wires all around.
the learning taking place.
windowed rooms.
one with a ticker tape.
helpful and friendly.
tables set and waiting.
advice and questions.
small worlds.
nervous nerves and stuffed backpacks.
inquiring into the afternoon.
the facility tour and noticing.
halls everywhere.
time wasters and the secluded.
jamming the Steinway grand in the wide open atrium.
historical perspectives and renewed newness.
lounges and corners and rooms.
art and significant objects.
green.
downtown driving and a yellow house trimmed in green.
parking police with a polite warning.
got to back into these spaces.
checked the leaf.
went to hoochies looking for mammas.
blackened catfish and slaw.
the special.
willie's spirit caught my eyes.
baby's first songs.
wife's calm.
boondock saints and glowface gospel.
expansion plans and concepts.
waited at the trick door.
dollar lone stars always and all day and night.
ASCAP is a drag.
the jazz players play late.
technical meetings and quick visits.
shiney shoes on the ground.
the mean green army.
the place to be.
1/30/16
Off To Laramie
I'm off to Laramie.
Heading out with my babies and me.
Packing up our suitcase.
Giving up this rat race.
Drive across the western states.
It's the cowboy way.
Named for Jacques LaRamie.
Walked off and got lost in the trees.
Went trapping and never came back.
Took a turn and got off track.
Laid down now he's taking a nap.
It's the cowboy way.
We're off to Laramie.
Where outlaws met vigilantes.
Ace and Con at the bucket of blood.
Took em down and hung em up.
Old west was hard and rough.
It's the cowboy way.
When we get to Laramie.
Spend our days at the Jubilee.
Read our news in the boomerang.
Only a few even know our names.
Everything always seems the same.
It's the cowboy way.
E.A.E.A.G.C.
Nantucket Or Otherwise
All mankind is an island.
Nantucket or otherwise.
And on that island there is no solitude.
Only thoughts and considerations and peace.
Animals oblivious to our troubles.
Interaction and joy.
Then instincts kick in.
Selfishness and envy motivated by fear.
Irrational delusional peacocks.
Showing it off.
And the disruption begins.
Just stare into each other's eyes.
The islands can be seen.
They are beautiful from the water.
The beaches are soft and untouched.
The jungles are wild.
She thinks the same as you.
All mankind is an island.
1/25/16
JingleHut: Hot Cheetos
some like it spicy.
some like it cheesy.
some like hot cheetos.
some like hot cheetos.
some like it crunchy.
some like it puffy.
some like hot cheetos.
some like hot cheetos.
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1/22/16
Telling Of The Peace
Almost nothing is always the case. The absolute declarations of idiots and fools. Seriousness has its place. To be sure. Motivations that inspire something. Accusations without defense. No day in court or telling of peace. This is a travesty. Stirring the pot behind the scenes. Sabotage and reputational ramifications. A bonafide and certified snake in the grass. A thoughtful approach. The high road always, even if it gets personal. Vindication is sweet and confusion is broad. The know it all knows all. Absolutely and without question. Inquiries are merely a nuisance and curiosity, a sign of weakness. Beyond frustrated. Living in the gray.
1/20/16
Anything Understood
These are not human traditions.
No self glory and war.
No searching for truth.
It's already known.
Logicality and brilliance.
From the finest schools and brains.
Theoretically speaking, of course.
Their wisdom empty of truth.
Some mapping of the brain.
Tendencies and rationalities.
Thoughts of infants and babes.
Written, published, interviewed.
The scholars know scholars.
Geniuses know geniuses.
Provoking and determining.
False humility all the way.
Like the Laodicians.
Consumed with thankfulness.
Deaf to hollow arguments.
Not subject to requirements.
The ghost did this.
Any faith possessed.
Anything overcome.
Anything understood.
1/16/16
Spiders From Mars
those expectations of adoration.
these days of disappointment.
the measuring up of nothing.
collapsing in inglorious reality.
it is earned, not given.
the material.
the hard way no longer.
get out what you put in.
our time to live our life.
for others, start for free.
control the winds.
brotherhood and sisterhood.
for now, own the cars.
drive through the mountains.
coast downhill.
ambiguous and rocking.
ziggy stardust and heroes.
the china girl's modern love.
spiders from mars.
taking up for the long hairs.
what's all the hype.
the notifications and proclamations.
shot in the darkness.
peace in the lightness.
visions of a delighted mind.
1/14/16
The Sane
All along the wailing wall, people wailed and wailed. The crime of all crimes. False hope. And it will continue and continue til we know. Til all is understood by all. Til then, though, overcome the irrational. The desperate. The sane. Really, really, really, there ain't nothing to fear. Nothing's gonna getcha. Eternity's already been got.
1/10/16
The Three String
the leaf was lit up in the distance.
our parking missed the mark.
a clear room to start.
stood in the line of waves.
anchors everywhere.
the oomph girl, clara lou sheridan.
born in denton, tx in 1915.
hundred years ago.
developed in California.
pinned up globally.
the lonely g.i. daydreamers.
art covered ceilings.
memorable snapshots of musical moments.
the six string, the three string, and the one string.
Lincoln went off on his own.
the slide noise and booms.
growling into the hollow, copper cylinder.
stomping on the floor.
polishing the chops for reverend horton heat.
photographer malfunctions.
the blurry hand masterpiece.
apologies after the show.
the humbleness was almost shocking.
and a line formed to the left.
1/8/16
Honks
Listen to the streets. The moaning tires. The drains and gutters. The footsteps of nervous runners. The clanks of gears. Honks. Movement and liberation. And potholes. Sirens on the sides. The roadkill crew. Bumping bass. Heavy metal, psychedelic, spacefolk, and funk. Jazz horns and the Bakersfield sound. Sun roofs, moon roofs, soft roofs, and no roofs. The dumb angry drivers. Yellers and hollarers. The preoccupied, driving only for themselves. Those tailgating jacks, with the blinks and winks. Crosses with ribbons, the tears still wet. Listen to the streets.
1/3/16
Exponential Crowd
All the world knows.
The fake one too.
Constantly moving.
Always blue.
Crop your photos.
Wanna see your smile.
Show me your travels.
The mountain you climbed.
Digital connections.
Exponential crowd.
Maximum security.
Save it all to the cloud.
Tell me the weather.
Won't go outside.
Lemme know who calls me.
Before I pick up the line.
Make the words bigger.
Don't see that good.
My eyes are fried. you see.
It's understood.
1/1/16
Listen To Blondie
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in with the new.
out with the charm.
some like the city.
some like the farm.
give you roses.
give you kisses too.
buy you some dresses.
and matching shoes.
who woulda thought it.
look at us now.
still got some future.
til we're laid in the ground.
Christmas colors.
and a dried up tree.
the gifts all opened.
all the food's been eat.
birth of our savior.
on that night so clear.
buries our dirt.
every single year.
resolutions.
gonna change my tune.
gonna turn a new leaf.
gonna clean my rooms.
listen to blondie.
the rapture blues.
watch her shake it, shake it, shake it.
in her high heel boots.
12/29/15
12/26/15
December Sunburn
air was cool, sky was blue.
sun was high in solitude.
when am I gonna ever learn.
another December sunburn.
southern half of the earth.
where Peruvians and Aussies lurk.
every year the same ole thing.
the sunburns December brings.
leaves fell many months ago.
supposed to be white with snow.
Christmas lights turn white to red.
just like the top of my head.
long sleeves and floppy hats.
republicans and democrats.
all who have light shades of skin.
regardless of the month we're in.
air was cool, sky was blue.
sun was high in solitude.
when am I gonna ever learn.
another December sunburn.
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From Anahauc To Copano Bay
an 1836 revolutionary map.
with its lines and grants.
Austin carved out a heart.
towns that don't even exist anymore.
all the way down to Port Isabel.
border towns up the Rio Grande to Laredo.
the vast Comanche lands.
east to Santa Fe and up to Pueblo.
protected by long bands of islands.
immense herds of buffalo.
the disputed arkansas claim.
those crooks.
and on through Kickapoo crossing.
48 battles to independence..
from Anahuac to Copano Bay.
Patrick Churchill Jack and the tarred and feathered.
Capt. Antonio Tenorio had enough.
took them in and roughed them up.
til Travis sprung em loose.
the little known Texas navy.
grass fight and coleto creek.
deaf smith and henry wax karnes of the spy squad.
then the siege at the Alamo.
the massacre at Goliad.
where the bloodthirsty drank blood.
then Sam took control.
the runaway scrape.
and some quick training.
finally, the Battle of San Jacinto.
arrogance always loses in the end.
too much mercy and negotiation.
that squirrelly Santa Anna.
who Juan Seguin detested.
who burned Harrisburg to the ground.
cut the scoundrel loose to fight another day.
the Treaties of Velasco.
and the broken promises to come.
12/24/15
We're Saved
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tell you the story if I must.
from the word you can always trust.
baby born to die for us.
we're saved.
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prophets laid it out long ago.
told of the one that saved your soul.
take your sins and carry your load.
we're saved.
leave the lights on overnight.
hug your family, squeeze em tight.
celebrate this holy night.
we're saved.
12/23/15
The Late Runner Blues
we know, we know.
we think it sucks too.
no need for horns.
originally installed in cars as a safety feature,
they have become an announcement of annoyance.
the skin so thin.
the time so short.
the late runner blues.
when lights don't care,
and blinkers don't matter.
parking spot scenarios.
and gunning it.
rev that engine up.
maybe it will quicken the steps.
a honk can punctuate the frustration.
too bad the oasis radio station went silent.
good for the chill out,
that smooth jazz.
12/21/15
12/19/15
El Juarez
a barside serenade.
three quarters classical guitar.
the nylon is so easy and smooth.
real nice sound in the old downtown mexican restaurant.
tall, old, bricks, booths, ladies rolling silverware.
a place to watch boxing matches in the eighties.
TVs on wood shelves in the corners.
cutting our own limes and a Friday night crowd.
it was early evening, late afternoon timeframe.
we all had places to be.
but a break for beers at el Juarez was welcomed.
updates on tragic famlies and concert invites.
the aging men a bit older.
the women all the same.
so it is with time.
searching for motivation to carry forward.
this is not all there is.
the crazy man understood spacefolk.
danced, Woodstock style, as the Mexicans watched.
told him specifically of the genre.
the true songs capturing stories of the past.
lifting up the eternal mindset.
the musical evolution of the lead guitarist.
from 2 minute loud punk songs to spacey effects and pedals.
and some space for silence, which is a noise itself.
how the drums are sporadic and complimentary.
also the structure, with defined space for chaotic sounds.
vocals delivered shouting style, sing it dude.
stories told by old people.
memories sharp and full of color.
dual meanings and hooks make it.
the literal and figurative perfectly expressed.
queso and two toned and the hog song.
then, gilberto hernandez hit the stage.
Freddy Fender was there before the next teardrop fell.
paid the tab with real cash, left all my change.
12/16/15
Aliens For Sure
.check the spin rate.
.it's a millisecond behind.
.days will last forever if this keeps up.
.the orbit could slow down too.
.we'll age slower and slower.
.it could be the truth.
.suspended by the pull of the sun.
.otherwise we collapse.
.like knots in a rope.
.our solar system mates.
.we found the right one.
.this didn't happen by accident.
.stashed here for the time being.
.along with everyone else.
.getting our kicks.
.supporting others.
.traveling through time with anticipation.
.aliens for sure.
12/14/15
The Jolly Melancholy
not once did I consider shopping.
out in the public with reorders and sequels.
dashing all over the towns.
dodging new drivers.
even the experienced are too distracted now.
connections require maintenance.
even the virtual kind.
and maintenance requires thought.
and brains can only think of one thing at a time.
exponential connections.
exponential thoughts.
real relations are built primarily on tangible activities.
breathing and beating through time together.
perhaps for different reasons.
out of obligation and pity or attraction and love.
our minds are unclear and unclean.
corrupted and selfish.
memories are long and unreliable.
learning can only be done now.
all the people that have lived and died.
for reasons and for nothing at all.
some never made it to the crib even.
some just carry on.
the jolly melancholy.
the uppers and downers.
the quiet and the loud.
the bored and the excited.
experiencing time together.
12/12/15
The Mother Road
there was nothing there.
dense woods with stickers and thorn vines.
sharp, dead sticks everywhere.
tall trees, thin and thick.
sky was way up, but bright enough.
like a huge skylight in a theater of brush.
brother had backpacks of stripped golf balls.
he worked on the lawn crew at the club.
from our own backyard driving range.
we hit them all at the future parkway.
just a nice little neighborhood in the western mckinney hills.
first instinct was to grab our shotguns.
see what was around.
we grew up with creeks and dirt, and nature all around.
tried the sandy, windy west for a year or so.
but west texas is only good for driving through and short visits.
to me anyway.
people are old and nice.
in a hee haw kind of way.
oh well, there's no trees. oh well.
but, there are oasises all around.
the bridge was first, then a back way to the highway.
like our very own back road.
jeep rides up fresh earth mountains in the construction zone.
then mile by mile, year by year.
all the way past the tollway and past that too.
it is six lanes now.
businesses are named after it.
high schools and middle schools are everywhere.
libraries and drug stores, various facilities and a water tower.
to the hunter s. thompson soundroom in frisco.
where the spacefolk was developed.
where nantucket time never stops.
on the mother road.
the other way, east from here.
there is a brewery and an airport that can land a jet.
a golf course in the wilson creek bottoms.
through the industrial district.
we are far out.
look both ways honeys.
watch the the light.
pay attention to the traffic all around.
anything can happen here.
your dreams can come true.
decide the future and go.
take the the city of gold road.
you can always take it back.
12/6/15
A Strenuous Peace
peace is a mindset. its advocates quibble over tactics and labels. anyone of any character or noble intention or the ability to overcome their own self interest, even for a moment, should agree. a peaceful existence is better than a conflicted one. most people, more than most, would rather live in peace. they could all call themselves pascifists and it would be true. we are working towards it always, avoiding the irrelevant, chilling out, selecting our influence carefully and thoughtfully. these are habitual instincts and should be reinforced and reminded often. it is a strenuous peace. one that is fought for, one that is sacrificed for, one that is not easy. a deal will make no difference. it is heart, it is mind, and it is most definitely soul. it must be made clear by word and by deed. the soulless can stand back, the soulless can suffocate on their own hate, the soulless will see their own end. peace is not possible with the soulless and evil. no controlling the peacemakers, nothing holding us back.
Romans 12:18. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.
12/1/15
Never Ending Interruption
.another rude awakening.
.like a never ending interruption.
.the broken peace of sleep.
.on to the trivial.
.on to first impressions.
.on to making it.
.perceptions of achievements.
.most valuable something.
.a singular opportunity.
.invisible and loud.
.for rational purposes.
.nobody pays attention anyway.
.thought therapy.
.dream rewinds.
.a jingle all the way.
11/28/15
Doctor Superstar
isolation mechanism.
alone in art.
abstract realism.
leave a mark.
high class hedonism.
fighting in malls.
love that consumerism.
deck the halls.
(chorus)
he was rolling in the cash.
doctors made her beauty last.
they weren't ready for the crash.
and it all came down.
constant criticism.
not what they like.
all kinds of reasons.
we're doing it right.
tell me bout your expertise.
why you're so smart.
probably got your phd.
doctor superstar.
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11/24/15
Sweet Truth
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dust up some more rain,
make the trees shake and tilt.
knock all the sticks down,
the cycle of life complete.
oblivious and clueless,
not wanting to know.
ignorance meets apathy,
no point in making a point.
listen to the experienced,
ask for more insight.
thoughtful solutions are arrived at,
sound and lasting.
purity of the sweet truth,
the consideration of what is.
the ramifications of reality,
no advocate to blame.
11/21/15
Perfectly Cool
reactions to the irritations.
wake up and loosen up the limbs.
feed the body fruits.
feed the mind as well.
let the soul translate the word.
reading is extremely important.
certainly more important than books.
comforts and rituals are secondary.
mysterious effects of reading.
the senses now functioning.
fall winds blowing everything around.
stripping the trees clean.
less cover for the people.
perfectly cool.
consideration and defiance.
just be nice.
personalities are exhausting.
like makeup of a woman's face.
or the image of perfection and constant happiness.
away with all that for now.
look how you look.
say what you say.
rational questions and no toes to step on.
be difficult to annoy and offend.
you are here right now.
respect that.
lectures are for the ignorant.
the young need restraint.
moderation of reactions.
like everything else.
11/19/15
Gamma Ray Delta Graphs
through the brown trees we drive.
hills and the smell of old.
these New England country towns are established.
the airport communications worked.
a van with room.
follow the signs and trust the navigator.
have a familiar lunch.
patriots and cowboys are much the same.
clean suites and a bar tip.
new castle brown is always good.
mind lapses and returns.
the morning introductions.
pens, and go carts, and degrees, and hunting.
refugee thanksgiving, music, and Jerry Sloan.
flexible agenda.
consistency of adaptability above all else.
death avoidance and evolution.
in the weeds.
multiple courses of food.
the fishbone of a trading life.
and a visit from the brass.
technological advances and enhancements.
a wish list.
table for 8 and goodfellas vibe.
rare to get a steak cooked correctly.
the red.
Paris is on the attack.
evil is the cause of all human misery.
and evil is of the devil.
let's get this point straight.
facial observations and elevator noises.
the decaf is worthless.
the windows are completely frosted.
the citrus farmer and the ice scraper.
get your steps in.
a team of teams.
acting within a matrix.
these errors must stop.
the millennial meltdown.
and the rise of the glowfacers.
sell them out at a good price.
before it becomes risky.
case by case case studies.
and gamma ray delta graphs.
communication plans and proposals.
approvals and agreements.
get your sack and go.
front desk excellence.
shuttle puppies and terminal drop offs.
the Ivy League girls basketball team in the back.
coach watching game film from Boston to Dallas.
good luck against mcneese state.
just wear your opponent out.
move them side to side.
make them lean.
the early waiters.
the laughs of the hopeful and eager.
perfect shuttle timing.
and a silent ride north.
11/15/15
Peace Creators
evil ain't got a seat
no, evil ain't got a seat
no room at the table of the peace creators.
naw, evil ain't got a seat
11/14/15
For All The French
11/9/15
Stevie Wonder Show
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now's the time to make up your mind and go. just go.
it's true for sure there is no cure we know. don't we know.
keep the peace as we try to reach the end. the bitter end.
all the tears and all the years pretend. just pretend.
who's the guy that looked in your eyes and said. yeah I said.
here's the deal I'll love you til I'm dead. til I'm dead.
end of summer at a stevie wonder show. what a show.
under the trees the nighttime breeze the glow. oh the glow.
11/7/15
Gratuities Included
.word speaks louder than actions.
.aint it true brothers and sisters.
.the bitter fool isn't good company.
.visits of obligation are worthless.
.such easy prey.
.our exhausted bodies and minds.
.holy molys and exclamation points.
.like some sort of business deal.
.this for that.
.but that is already given.
.prepaid, gratuities included.
11/5/15
Modern Illusionists
locked in the same reality.
nothing has changed.
crats of all kinds.
even the ludicrats.
they are the most same of all.
modern illusionists.
and bleeping people.
awakened finally.
finally and forever.
10/31/15
Crickets
crickets.
frightening sounds.
invasions and piles.
black hoppers.
black hoppers.
the odor of crickets.
crickets.
looked down the hall.
too early for empty nest blues.
echoes of machines.
echoes of machines.
the clicks.
crickets.
hazardous for lead singers.
poor Peggy Sue.
from Buddy to Box.
from Buddy to Box.
that'll be the day.
crickets.
the sound of nothing.
an afterthought.
instigator of action.
instigator of action.
nothing else.
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10/27/15
Rainout Beers
like cats it came down. the October rain was relentless and loud as we sat on the two rows patio in Allen, Texas. no tennis this night, just some rainout beers with keck and billy vita. just as well. we were all in some state of chaos, confusion, or discernment. keck and his recent brush with tennis humility. max King had destroyed him. 6-1, 6-0 old style scoring method. his credentials were discovered only later and included professional status and bent tree certifications. keck was talking about this guy's game, just better and smarter. and he was older. max King was 55, keck estimated. always pushing forward, always putting shots away at the net. and spin, and drop shots, and extreme angles. his was not a game we knew. and we knew. keck promised to start working on his net game and asked billy and I for our best pointers. somehow, I had been blessed with quick feet and soft hands. once I learned to take a final hop and set myself before my opponent hit an attempt at a passing shot, net play had come easy. the punch, developed early, and constant forward play only enhanced my ability to win matches. the kramarian approach, as I've only since discovered. my advice to keck was just that. mainly, encouragement was what he needed. being on the losing side of our last mahut, the spur mahut, must have been on his mind as well. the rainout likely saved me from a wrath. a keck tennis wrath. I was happy we were drinking rainout beers instead. the patio was nice and dry. the air was cool, but muggy. the beer menu included Tupps northbound 75, but they were out. inquiring further, the nice young, smiling, waitress mentioned something about updating the beer menu on which Tupps would not be included. offended slightly, I politely ordered a dos xx because it was Mexican night. This was the wednesday before hurricane patricia had everyone worrying and praying for the mexicans and non-mexicans on the mexican west coast. a dos xx seemed appropriate. was more offended when she asked me if I knew of tupps, "a little brewery in mckinney." keck loudly mentioned the sticker on his car. I said something about swaying California brown and iron art. where is the loyalty? updating your beer menu? from then on, I ordered what keck ordered. it was all good. and the waitress was forgiven, especially after she informed us she was not of drinking age, she had never been to Tupps. she had never seen Chris day's iron. she had never tasted the black. delicious.
Billy's net game advice was more in depth. I learned a lot sitting at that table. always go for the center of the net. the odds are greater. the angles much better. and the deep approach of course. middle, side, either way, just keep the approach deep. he explained in detail the lead up to the hop skip. his instruction-filled mind and knowledge of the game was apparent. he had spent time in a classroom, learning from the tennis masters of Philadelphia. he had learned the game at another level. he has wisdom to impart. he watches the tennis channel all day long as he takes conference calls and strings racquets. cutting edge in everything, especially new technologies. he is our coach. but, he had more important and relevant matters on his mind. his mother-in -law, Bernadette, was in poor health, lung cancer, and her passing, and likely continuing, seemed near. prayer for the Irish Bernadette, and her family, especially sweet Mary. lord, be with her. billy vaped and drank and detailed for keck a net game strategy. this temporary diversion was healthy for him, knowing the stoicism to come. obliged or compelled, all will know.
my own tennis humility came just a week prior. at the racquet of billy himself. I had played well and it didn't matter. billy broke through. we had at least 40 deuces in our 20 game mahut. it went on and on. in the end, billy won more important points and left me trounced, 7-13. some proactive coaching advice from earlier in the day had me thinking about the psychology of it all. it is a dangerous place to lurk, but it is required to keep up with the likes of billy vita or his brother Joe or keck or Frank Friday or any tennis royal from the past. perhaps even one day, max King. point to point, hour to hour, day to day, year to year. time will stop if we let it. it will go away, and shall. his return of serve has made obvious improvement and his serve is a controlled weapon. his advice was appreciated as KOtC6 was only a month out. playing as a royal will be new. this could be it unless I can win again. perhaps Duke is a possibility this time. the field may have thinned out. the likes of King stone, King the Todd, and King james are missing due to other conflicts, some USTA sectional type of sanctification. and, in King James' case, a road trip to see the once-promising cowboys play the buccaneers in Tampa. King the Todd sent his brother Marty in his stead, a friend to the Isner methodology and culture. Serving as teammate and coordinator and coach of the Blowfish, we teamed up earlier in the year, along with King the Todd and others, to claim the revered fries cup. Prince fess is a definite threat to all and everything, he is a determined fighter and hater of evil. an Earl to Duke ascention would be noteworthy, but it will take big game. and billy vita wants the Duke.
all who participated in kotc4 remember last November. all were witness. the sad sight of keck worrying about the rain and the dry 5 hour window that followed. Huffman, driving in from grapevine hardly able to see, having faith in tennis. Vito, Roy, Berco, Fosters, a Dane and Luu too. many are chasing royalty, but only four will emerge, all led by the King Of The Court. don't expect rainout beers, there is no cancellation plan. the beers wait for after. At Tupps, of course. A little brewery in McKinney. Mahut!!!
10/23/15
Spork
got a salad and some soup.
wondering what to do.
all I really need is a spork.
morning, noon, or night.
wrapped and sanitized.
yes I do, yes I love a spork.
you might call me a dork.
but I love a spork.
yes I do, yes I love a spork.
c
f
gfc
10/17/15
Spicy Jambalaya
cg
fc
fcgc
gc
got more air in my hair, oh no.
got more air in my hair, good god.
now I don't care about my hair
wake up happy just to be here.
more air in my hair, alright.
hot tubs are required all the time.
hot tubs are required to clear my mind.
powerful jets to loosen my neck.
keep it going even though I'm a wreck.
hot tubs are required alright.
the yawning starts about 10 o'clock, don't you know.
the yawning starts about 10 o'clock, yaaaawwn.
if I get still, let's be real.
grab a blanket cause I got the chills.
yawning starts about 10 o'clock, alright.
that spicy jambalaya takes me down, it sucks.
that spicy jambalaya takes me down, can't eat it.
fires in my belly, can't hold it steady.
to eat it again would be just silly.
spicy jambalaya takes me down, alright.
10/11/15
Same Old Road
...the sky seems different now
see the dust smell the clouds...
...all the stars getting through
far away ones we never knew...
...caught up in the Milky Way
out there in the center of space...
...constellations never named
they were there just the same...
...seen at night a long time ago
walking down the same old road...
10/10/15
Standing Where Buzzards Fly
...bank robbers and oil barons...standing where buzzards fly...the first hill was tough...the second peak must be climbed too...pay it forward with barbque...varieties of dunkels and Colorado bulldogs.. this place could make it...real buffalo herds and gypsum rock everywhere...the deer skinning was shocking...quartered up and put on ice...tamales and jalepeno beans...pumpkin shots...twenty dollar buy in went quick...heartbreak ridge...weird white people in mad max...cot sleeping...forehand was unstoppable...signed the trophy with permanent black ink...throwing footballs through the trees...the kraut and the chops...the okies left Dallas crying again...heavy metal afternoon...that cross bow is easy...pull it all the way back...one big night...chess is out...leave the dishes in the sink...these cards have gone cold...
10/7/15
A Sensible Design
...gift of the senses.
before feeling, things were never felt.
things should be felt, so we feel.
before seeing, colors were wasted.
colors should not be wasted, so we see.
before tasting, eating was a bore.
eating should not be a bore, so we taste.
before smelling, scoundrels could not be sniffed out.
scoundrels should be sniffed out, so we smell.
before hearing, all the valleys were silent.
valleys should not be silent, so we hear.
...a sensible design.
10/6/15
Just Before The Thinking Starts
on the other side of the horizon, just before the thinking starts.
when we're still dreaming and the cares of this world are gone.
this place is quiet.
holding on to night.
then it disappears.
the night, it disappears.
the stars are only invisible my babes, they still guide the day.
more time for living and loving, until time just goes away.
CG
FC
FC
FC
GFC
10/4/15
This Spacefolk Music Floats
**from the notebooks of the men from nantucket, paul gorman and mark ball**
the journey, this float, never lasts forever. eventually, we will reach land. before we reach land, however, we will see the land. on the horizon, in the distance, clear as a blood red moon. seen with telescopes and high powered binoculars. home is free. we might encounter resistance, but we will land on the land. and so it is with the men from nantucket. as we have done all along--searching, finding, landing, only to do it over again. until one day, when we sink the boats. we see the land clearly now, our visions not the same as before, but better, because they are now real. and this reality may be warped, as all realities are warped says steinbeck, but it is the reality of the men from nantucket.
these are the final musical preparations as we enter the harbor, before we hit the dock. the adjustments to the final drafts of the men from nantucket greatest hits volume one:
*as a general statement the vocals should be undoubled...should echo, reverb, delay. not too much. but that is the vocal effect needed. the doubling brings it down. this spacefolk music floats.
*another general statement on volume in the mixes. vocal and lead tracks should be at the same level. the rhythm track should be diminished even though it carries the bottom. being spacefolk, the bottom is less important. the rhythm track should be there clearly, in the middle. lead guitar parts need to be especially louder in nonvocal space. this spacefolk music is loud.
*the bass guitar instrument will not be on men from nantucket greatest hits volume one. our bad idea to force it from the start. specific feedback regarding .in this jar. and .novocaine. will elude to this. this spacefolk music goes high, not low.
*specific feedback regarding novocaine: this song is being removed from the final record. men from nantucket greatest hits volume one will be a 9 song record. it could reemerge down the road as a waltz, but it is canned for now. the whole boat must have been sea sick, gets rough out in the ocean. we tossed it the bermuda triangle as we were taking a shortcut back home. this spacefolk music is already numb.
*removal of some percussion tracks. The final refinement of these songs, and of us preparing to dock, is to gather up the unneeded cargo and toss it overboard. some of the beats and bangs belong back to the ocean, keeping only enough to perfectly add distinction and motion as we glide in. the need for percussive acceleration is diminished in space. this spacefolk music bangs in the back.
hopefully, these general notes are helpful as the final versions of each song are mixed and mastered. below, each song is considered separately with more specific deletions, adjustments, and refinements. these notes are based on what we heard on the final drafts, and after the men from nantucket met in the hull a few nights ago to decide the final course. also, this is the order of the songs on the album:
1. At The Rio Blanco.
...the above mentioned vocal and volume adjustments. especially more lead volume during non vocal space. also, all percussions are deleted.
2. Okie 69.
...the above mentioned vocal and volume adjustments. also, all percussions are deleted.
3. Two Tone Ride.
...the above mentioned vocal and volume adjustments. percussions remain on this song but should be more in the background. also, the percussive guitar through the song is very cool. very nantucket, but from 3:20 to 3:44, remove completely and crank the organ lead. love this song.
4. Hounds And Babes.
...the above mentioned vocal and volume adjustments. removal of percussions.
5. Hog Killing Weather.
...the above vocal and volume adjustments. keep the percussion as is. sounds like sounds of hog killing time. my grandmother would have been proud.
6. Quakes Like That.
...the above vocal and volume adjustments. removal of percussions.
7. Turbulence.
...the above vocal and volume adjustments. Keep percussions, slightly diminished.
8. In This Jar.
...the above vocal and volume adjustments. removal of bass and percussions.
9. Sink The Boats.
...love this. the above vocal and volume adjustments. percussions diminished, but kept. love the fact it's a long song. need a fade out ending. being the final song we leave the distinct impression that the men from nantucket play on, despite the end of the record. please keep as much length as possible as it fades. also, the dialogue part starts with 'look in my eyes'.
10/3/15
All Caught Up In Moods And Vibes
...when all the moods are in alignment...
...each helping the other and understanding...
...it is the same with circles of association too...
...different individuals together for some reason...
...each with their own mood balance to consider...
...a family, a team, a class, a gang, a band, a congregation...
...each individual associated with all the others...
...although an actual relationship may not exist...
...or broken with the feelings being mutual...
...somewhere in between sadness and acceptance...
...anger and frustration are horrible and dark...
...predictable actions followed by predictable regret...
...righteous wrath is not anything we can deliver...
...our wrath is inspired by resentment, envy, and insecurity...
...get back to our place and understand our fate...
...these blinks of years will pass as our eyes melt away...
...sunrises and sunsets are stacking up in a glorious tower...
...the ride is in full motion and we are holding on...
...our souls captured here for now...
...associations and relations are riding too...
...all caught up in moods and vibes...
9/30/15
Like Faith In The Stars
.the peace is somewhere near.
.always close at hand.
.a flash and a moment can make it go.
.but it is ours specifically.
.understanding is not possible.
.explaining is worthless.
.it will come back again.
.like faith in the stars.
.so it is with peace.
9/27/15
Try All The Brews
cam
amg
stack up the glasses to the side,
we gotta get through.
wanna try every wine they got,
then try the all the brews.
amc
amg
cam
gc
best liquid ever been made,
from the best ever grown.
ended up this close to my lips,
now drinking it all alone.
words that show the truth,
no matter what is thought.
anchor of our future hope,
no matter what is bought.
and when you take that final draw,
tasting every drop.
know that we were glory bound
since they hung him on the cross.
9/24/15
Ingredients Of Life
the fear of what when why how and where.
this thing at the end.
absent of time and eras and history even.
visions are known.
rational as any other story.
the particulars occupy our minds.
our little incredible minds.
made from something for a reason.
made from nothing at all.
voids aren't voids for long.
they will be filled.
the more interesting the better.
this far away place includes here.
right here.
which cannot be denied.
our common reality of now.
not the place we understand.
theories will be concocted.
and believed.
the seemingly smart are good convincers.
living in this bubble.
with the source having the ingredients of life.
as an experiment.
to see what happens.
millions upon gazillions of other bubbles exist.
forever expanding space and everlasting life is ignored.
and we are left as dust.
no mention of soul.
which is inexplicable.
what of love?
perhaps, we really are the aliens.
9/22/15
This Supernatural Trait
.broken, broken people.
.we are a mighty union.
.what we have to say is truth.
.and it is most definitely not from us.
.anyone conventionally conceived and born on this earth has been, and is, mortal. every one. envy, pride, ego are apparent from when humans began recording the events going on around them. you don't have to believe Cain and Abel to believe a similar story as true. these are human themes, repeated and repeated. look around us now. grudges, unable to disappear. memories, of being done wrong. anxiety and agitation. tapping and going. got to live up so we can die right. fade into our imaginary heaven. immortal, finally. this is pie in the sky. this is ludicrous. the top of the charts gets in! only the fine survive. but no one is fine. completely and undoubtably without any indiscretion or fault. impossible to believe. of the conventionally born. this being true, that we are mortal, why are we afraid to die. other animals are not. there could be some terror for them, say, at hog killing time, but prolonged fear of death is absent. discomfort. illness, and moods are involved, but fear of death is not apparent. we are separate in that way. we meaning the human species. referred to as our souls by many. this supernatural trait. and souls want to live forever. immortal. and will, one way or another. my soul brothers and my soul sisters, look up at them stars at night. see creation all around. look past the old and dying. they are there.
9/14/15
Webb Hill
from Dallas to Kansas City.
you can take any hill for yourself Mr. Webb.
be careful though.
Indians and stinging bugs that'll
make your eyelids swell up.
the highest point in a four county radius.
geography changes very, very slowly.
another world, really.
9/13/15
Juice For The Glow
the lights and electricity.
it's all we need.
juice for the glow.
tin pans and swillers.
steampunk is tomorrow.
this is a rio blanco crowd.
the room was full of echoes and noises. everyone swayed and time was forgotten. the northbound 75, the black, and the made in the texas shade. delicious once again. our reality, separate from other realities, was realized. it was not easy. the forces of our personalities and nature, as Steinbeck wrote, warps this reality. and it is fine.
no need to apologize.
these are known things.
each note matters.
every single one.
the good, the bad.
the ugly, the great.
9/7/15
Dog With Fleas
on my own faith I went.
or delusion.
wanted it so bad.
unfulfilled, as always.
only quick looks and glances.
they don't ever look back.
they are there always and eternally.
seek and you will find.
the word is true.
it is some good news.
keep working.
and singing and dancing.
another day might come.
faith will work.
if you let it in.
for it cannot be made by us.
accepted and groomed.
anything else is just a dog with fleas.
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