Inner Space Age Rendezvous

I had a rendezvous 
With myself
I took old me
Off the shelf

Old me was young
Let's not split hairs
It really doesn't matter
How we got here

As I was saying
I'm writing new songs
Having the time of my life
Don't get me wrong

I might be old
But that won't stop me
I feel just like a kid
So happy and free

Wishing Well

Be Careful What You Wish For
I used to feel
So Overlooked
The great unknown
I felt Forsook

Then I saw
The 27 Club
Ex Famous people
The Ultimate Snub

It seems so strange
To have it all
Which then began
Their great downfall

These famous people
In their prime
Self made prison
Doing time

I'm glad I've had
Enough Recognition
You can drown
In the well you're wishing

1986: In The Paint – Dangerous Rhythm Studios

Here is a song several people commented on recently when I jokingly said I was a wannabe rock star back in the 80’s. I wrote more of these kind of songs than I remember. I was ready to cringe when I found a cassette player – but it was a nice surprise. I’m no singer, but, if I were to sing as part of demoing my song idea (to a real singer) it would be OK. The music and lyrics are fine. Back then, R.E.M. was a big inspiration.

One really cool note – this was recorded at Dangerous Rhythm Studios by Matt Wallace. He is from the next town over and he recorded and produced Faith No More and several other big time Bay Area bands.

Switching Yard, 1985 – ish
True colors of blue and gold
Sun rising up
The air is cold
Bright shadows stretch
Across the field
New harvests yield
Its in the paint
But the tube is sealed

The sun is warm
Yellow rays glean
A silo, a barn
The perfect scene
Take out the canvas
With such great zeal
Its in the paint
But the tube is sealed

An old farmhouse
A screened in porch
Suns fading sky
Suns fading torch
Players swap cards
Its grandpas deal
Its in the paint
But the tube is sealed

Breaking Art News Flash!

Switchingyard, 1986 – Sutro Bath Ruins, San Francisco. I’m in the middle
Back into music 
After thirty something years
I just had an epiphany
That's always been near

Rock N' Roll
A simple art form
Disposable pop songs
Usually the norm

Under my nose
I just figured out
Arranging the song
Is what its about

It also applies
To other art forms
Like photography
Less is definitely more

I was listening to the recent posted song that I wrote called “Santa’s New Jet Rocket Sleigh”. When I wrote it I didn’t think it was that good because I knew that my mandolin and cello playing are so beginner. My guitar and piano playing is half way decent, but I thought it was just a silly little exercise.

Over coffee this morning, I found that while I’m no great musician, the song does have some “juju”. This tells me that if I keep at it – I could become a pretty decent song writer – so that’s what motivates me – its the journey – not some end goal. I actually like the song, and my lack of skill in some ways helped. I had to keep the parts simple since I’m on page 10 of my kiddie music lesson books playing Twinkle Twinkle little star. (I’m taking Twinkle Twinkle Little Star very seriously by the way!)

Rock N’ Roll and pop songs have been done over the years where it would seem every chord progression or melody has been done before. Then it clicked! The arrangement of several simple parts intertwine in such a way that there is “something” there. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Kicks Ass! Or maybe its called “Twinkle Stars Revenge?”. When I was in my 20’s I thought such exercises were silly. Boy did I miss the boat!

The same thing applies to my photography. A few simple parts goes a long way. Once you overdue it, you’ve gone too far (at least me being such a beginner musician).

Virtuosos of some instrument are the rare bird whose playing anything – simple or complex just works. But I’m no virtuoso, but that won’t stop me from trying to write a decent pop song.

When I was in a band in my 20’s in San Francisco, I never, ever would have figured this out. I wanted to play gigs and promote the band and I had more testosterone than brains. Hence the photo above.

Lets call this the “Lego School of Art and Music”. ALL of my recent Music and Photography was made up of several simple parts. Things that in themselves seem mundane and have been beaten to death in history. However, there are new points of view – and new arrangements that do sound new and (dare I say?) unique.


The Day Fall Fell

Today was the day Fall Fell
The last leaves of Autumn are on the wing
Cars had Christmas trees on the roof
Soon it will be time to sing (Auld Lang Syne)

Today was the day Fall Fell
The ornaments and lights are going up
Thanksgiving was great fun
Life with you is a Golden Cup

Today was the day Fall Fell
Happy Birthday my Dear
My life is wonderful
With you, and every year

New Testament

My fifth song with Cello. Its a challenge, but the more I play Cello, the more I love it.

This a New Testament
Religious, in a pagan way
Worshipping Nature
What God hath made

No need for text
Prose or sermons
Just open your eyes
Your soul is yearning

Gentle thoughts
Relaxing and kind
Opens your soul
Opens your mind

Winters Chill is Here

Buckeye “Ornaments” With The Last of The Fall Colored Leaves
Winters Chill is here
Closing out the year
Holidays good cheer
With those we hold dear

Leaves are almost gone
Some still hanging on
Winter light at dawn
Frost and pumpkin its on

Shadows growing long
Sing a thankful song
Fireplace poker prong
Turns red hot fireplace logs

Radio Ghost Train

My second song with Cello.

All aboard
The Ghost Train Special
Pulling out of Station Zero
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Rapping
Guess it's time for us to go

Is the future
We will get there when we do
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Slapping
The night air is cool

Band aboard
This Haunted Train
Playing sad songs from the past
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Rattling
Through a tunnel in the mountain pass

There's no light
At the end of the tunnel
Or in this long dark shaft
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Cracking
A loud ghosts shrieking laugh

Late Fall Light

Late Fall Light
Signaling snow
Short days, long nights
Winters glow

Summer birds
Have flown away
Winter birds
Are here to stay

Every season
Has a plan
Has it's reason
Something grand

Every Song a Journey

Largest Treble Clef in British Columbia
As we slide 
Towards a new year
I count my blessings
With good cheer

Giving Thanks
Is so cathartic
Lifts your spirit
Very Karmic

I'm in love
With writing songs
Play my cello
Sing along

Remembering those
Who've left this earth
We all will go
They just left first

With the time
That I have left
I will follow
The Big Treble Clef

Every song
I try to write
Makes my days
Upbeat and bright

I thank God for
Good cheer in song
Each one a journey
I travel on

Many facets
In each song
Learning, yearning
The road is long

Like a photo
Marking time
With each song
Making rhymes

Every day
Is best of year
When I journey
With song in ear