rough mix?

cold and hazy

a sudden realization
bob dylan spoke
the truth in
his admission of
why he writes.

the songs or
words seem to
come to him
without political provocation
and revolutionary passion

they are, as
macleish stated on
poetry, it shouldn't
mean, it should
merely be. word.

so much time
spent reading about
how or why
fewer minutes grinding
out words, melodies

time to set
to the task,
hoist a flag
fix a stare
cock the head

strike up digital
band and self
let the current
control movement and
fate introduces destination

the unconscious prevails,
speaks, betrays without
fail and corporeal
honesty, sweetness, devastation.
you ready yet?

oh... morning and the coffee

how difficult, do you suppose, can be it to click out all these blogs? i don't have a set plan. you see, i sit at my computer, christmas lights plugged in, and i begin to tap. sometimes a thought will come up and i'll work with that for a bit, but usually i have no real idea where that is going. this week though, i should focus. i should try to organize some sort of form to the week. next week i'm back in the classroom full time, until june 16th. then, after the schooling is finished, the kids have gone, and the room is clean, we will record the next album. i have some new kind of ideas that should be neat. for the first time we will be recording one place, mixing in another place, and mastering somewhere else! sounds like fun as far as i'm concerned. huzzah. huzzah. so. where does that leave us? many preparations to get it together... literally. some rehearsing and strategizing... putting together a short tour in july and august... maybe i'll take in a lunch meeting with my cat.

reverse, inverse, perverse...

So, let's go back a minute. Let's just hold up. My brain, in all its saltwatery, bloody function, is having a hard time processing the current situation as it has played out for the past few weeks.

The tour concluded, and my weariness quickly shifted to a warm sense of safety (maybe irony...) and belonging as the Baltimore skyline appeared on the left. Baltimore, home. Without derision, without disappointment, we drove up 95 and through the Harbor Tunnel and into David's neighborhood. No welcoming party but we felt welcomed anyway.

So, it's not safety that we felt. We were both feeling the same thing, though. Not safe,though. Safe means there have been threats and injury cast around, flung, pressured, pushed, or poked at us. America, or at least the America we traveled greeted us with smiles and handshakes and cd sales and encouragement and more smiles, it's a nice place, except for southern Missouri and northern Arkansas; they are blasted wastelands of smoldering ash, barren of hope.

Familiarity, a warmth in knowing where we were, a personal "knowing" and that sense of home eased us into Baltimore. It was more like we drove into it, though. Like passing through some sort of bubble or barrier, a cloud I suppose, but what it comes down to, is understanding how complete or thorough this sense seemed. Permeation. Spending two weeks burning through the Midwest and the deep, dirty, thick, sour, sweet, lazy, and swampy South and far from home gets past your skin and in to your bones, but home is the marrow.

There was no question about where to turn, what time to load-in, where to eat, where to sleep, how much is that, what kind of beer should we buy...none of those questions were urgent anymore; we already knew the answers. We could have taken our hands from the wheel and still have ended up at home.

Now, as my clicking gets a bit tiring to me... and I look at my office space... time to rethink my mode of operation... long term sub job starts on April 18th... Ends in June... two months of the straight job... funny how people see me as "figuring it out" in terms of the full time job. I have figured out nothing. Except some people are more generous then others, that discipline is a good thing, even if I don't have it all the time.

Today, I rearrange... make a goal... pick up an amp... tonight we play at Joe Squared Pizza for a dinner show... we'll see how that goes, eh?

Andrew