I lived in the Phi Mu Delta House at 87 Susquehanna Ave – Lock Haven, PA for 2 1/2 years. The house was said to be haunted by a Clinton County Coroner – who, after having an affair with an underaged girl – took a shotgun to his head in his out-building work shed. I can’t say I felt any ghosts, but other brothers…
I used to visit Aria on Grant Street on my daily walks from work – when I worked in downtown San Francisco. I met Jack Howe – who is a great Santa Cruz Assemblage artist and had purchased one of his pieces years ago. I got into Assemblage myself – and most of the photos in this blog are my Assemblage pieces. Most of…
She IsShe WasShe Never Was
After a year of studying music theory and trying to become a better guitar, bass, violin, lap steel and mandolin player – I’ll now go heavy on the keyboards and drum machine . . .
He buried her bodyBeneath a willow treeOn the outskirts of townWhere no one would see He wanted what he thoughtThat he couldn’t haveHe thought that she ignored himAnd that made him mad Their signals crossedHer telegram had missed the dateShe declared her love for himBut it had arrived too late
After four years of darkness, I’ve been blown away by the New Light this week – an amazing grace. Hello lightness My old friendFrom the darknessWe ascend Winds of changeHave blown awayDarkened cloudsA bright new day
SynthetiqueSounds obliqueTres entendresSound ensembles SynthetiqueSounds are realFrom my heartI don’t conceal SynthetiqueSome are stringsElectroniqueSimple things
Port Hope (Captain Mayhem, Goodbye)
In celebration of getting rid of (by far) not only the worst US President ever – but the worst American ever, I dedicate this song to the looking forward celebration. Four long yearsOut at seaReturning at lastI’m so relieved Fat Captain MayhemNow its his turnWe weather his stormHe feels Hells Burn Port of HopeWhere fishermen fishCaptain MayhemWon’t be missed