Welcome Autumn

Autumn in Northern California is subtle

I grew up in Northern NJ where the Fall Colors we’re usually quite good. I do remember some years people would complain that we had only yellow leaves or a big rainstorm ended the Fall colors too early. I also remember how it would then turn grey and cold and that snow at least made it less grey out.

Rust and copper colored flowers amongst the white

On my daily bike ride I see lots of subtle but gorgeous fall colors here in The East Bay. Because so many trees are landscape trees, we do get nice fall colors and they last for September through almost Christmas.

I think I’ll turn off all news now that RBG has passed and things will get even nastier politically. At this point I think the most important thing that can happen is the Democrats flip the Senate. Luckily, the Supreme Court has ruled against Trump in several cases, so he knows he doesn’t own the court system. Maybe this is the only reason why he will be blocked from becoming a dictator?

Anyway, it’s almost Fall, and I won’t let Trump bother me any more. I only have my vote, and I have generously donated to Biden / Harris.

It’s time to take in the beauty of fall, and I’m praying that the worst of fire season is over. Bring on the beauty of fall.

The Squib

The Squib!

Lets take a dada-ist look at Donald Trumps goofy rug – I call it The Squib!

That thing on Donald Trumps head
Has a life of its own
It wants to be cloned

Neither man nor beast
That yellow sewn on rug
On that ugly orange mug

That tuft will revolt
Walk off from its job
Leave that fat racist slob


The Squib gets paid
Minimum wage
On Donald’s head
When the money runs out
The Squib will flee
From its Trumpian dread

Icarus Complex (The Daedalus Myth)

Don’t fly too high or too low . . .

The last few posts, I found some truth amongst the horror we have experienced the past four years. I realize that this truly is all a game – a ruse – one that has cost the US – but one that won’t ruin us. I’ve never been a protester – or even a punk – although I admire those who are – but I have found that taking some bad news story of the day and relating it back to Greek Mythology – or even Christian Mythology is comforting – mainly because it reminds me that this is not the first time the world has experienced this sort of horror.

Over confident
Under competent
How the story goes

Don’t fly too high
Don’t fly too low
Heed my advice

Your hubris
And over confidence
You’ll pay the ultimate price


He flew too high

He flew too low



Today felt like the world was ending. The sky was a menacing dark orange all day


Its dark in the corners

Its dark outside




Man in the Bottle

An amazing reflection in a bottle this past winter . . .

Uncork this bottle
Let me out
I’ll stay quiet
I won’t shout

Was the best of times
In my cocoon
Like a genie
On the moon

Magic potion
Cast a spell
Make a wish
In the well


These are the good old days
Count my blessings
A thousand ways
These are the good old days

Old Ghost

Shadows of Your Past

History repeats
They always say
Time in a bottle
Another cliche

The ticking of the clock
The tocking of the tick
The past is such a jumble
Like a cosmic trip

Memories come back
Throw you off your track
When you reminisce
Your mind starts playing tricks


It creeps up fast
You’re the unwilling Host
Shadows of your past
The forgotten Holy Ghost

King of Kings

We continue to suffer for His sins

As much as I try so hard to keep politics out of my blogs – my art has been in “Resistance Mode” for 3 1/2 years. My challenge – to myself – has been to try and take the lesson we learn from Monster Trump as a Future Warning – and then cast that lesson as either and echo of some religious book of knowledge (aka “Religious Screed”), or somehow cast the moral of the story to a fable or fairy tale. 

Todays Sermon – from on High in my Garage Recording Studio (“man cave”) is from Jimmy Cliff:

“The Harder They Come, The Harder They Fall”.  The “twist” is that Power is a Drug – injected into the veins – creates Monsters of Epic Proportion. 

King of Kings

The king of kings
We suffer for your sins
But you keep on sinnin’
And you keep on grinnin’

Nailed by the king
Gold spike in your arm
You say it’s alright
It can do no harm

Celebrity life
You had it all
One bad move …
You lost it all


Its lonely at the top
You’re gunnin’ for the long haul
The higher you are
The farther you fall

Paint With Sound

Trompe L’oeil

I wanted to use my violin in a rock song, and its not an easy thing to do. Some bands like Roxy Music incorporated quite a few orchestral instruments in an avant-garde way, and a very interesting way.


Paint your days
With beautiful sound
Sing a song
You will astound

Play a song
Light the day
Uplift your soul
Light the way

Music notes
Are just like paint
Light and color
Sometimes quaint

Always rich
Always bright
Paint is music
Music is light

Cathedral of Ghosts

Shortwave Radio

I participated in an online Zoom “Happy Hour” of everyone who graduated Lock Haven University in Pennsylvania in the 80’s. It was great – I actually knew several people in the chat, and we shared some fun memories.

What I have realized since then is that we were all “Radio Kids” – our generation was informed by both AM and FM radio – and a few of us “outliers” also listened to shortwave radio. While I have some favorite “Internet Radio” stations – nothing beats the old time “real” radio.

I didn’t have a favorite band that influenced me, but used my “chord wheel” to see what chords are in the key of B. I then used a lap steel with a cool Zoom effects pedal to get that fading radio sound.

I can hear the station
In between fades
Playing my favorite song
On the radio

Like a marker of time
Music on the radio
Our Great Cathedral
Our Cathedral of Ghosts

Sailing through the airwaves
Our histories past
We hold our memories dear
On the radio


Fading out now
In my dreams
Fading out now
And forever

“Cathedral” Radio . . .

The Wall

I built a wall – and didn’t scam anyone

This song was influenced by another favorite band, The Feelies. By the way, the Feelies were movies in Aldous Huxleys famous novel, Brave New World.


Yards from my desk
There’s a gurgling creek
It gives me great solace
Where I write tongue in cheek

During the Fall
When the season will change
The trees turning color
A glorious range

I can’t get too serious
Or red in the face
Nature doth humble
With incredible grace

The wall is a rebuild of a retaining wall that was falling over – into our creek. It was made using old broken up patio slabs. Rather than stack them as the previous wall builders did – I turned them on their side – since they were thick and heavy. I also used the footing of the old wall as a rock path – and set the wall back several feet into the hill.

The end of the wall and path that runs along our creek

Since Covid-19 started, I have been quite prolific in my gardening / hard-scaping and also learning a lot about music theory and have stepped up a big level where I can now easily write simple lead lines and melodic counterpart bass parts.

Dried out leaves making a small composition along the rock wall path

Years ago I read a book by Freeman Patterson – who challenged the reader to take photos every day around your house and yard – and it was a great exercise. The world is constantly changing – and even in small ways – right under your nose is a whole universe – waiting for you to see and enjoy.