So this song is about the sensual magic of books. The first person I ever knew who openly talked about book-sniffing totally admitted to being a “dirty book sniffer.” For him it was a clandestine pleasure, opening a book and breathing in the smell of paper and ink while no one was looking and then […]
So … my Friend on the River had some interesting things to say when I visited last. Below is the transcript of his … well, sermon, honestly. I think I’d put this up there with the Sermon on the Mount. Pretty powerful stuff. A few big surprises and adjustments that I need to be thinking
Animism is something that gets stronger in my world and in my life everyday. Everything is people, rocks, trees, rivers, landscapes, birds, bees … all of it. People. Every one. Everything has an energy, a spirit. If you take the time to get to know things, they show you their personalities. There was a storm
Microplastics are everywhere, and forever chemicals are, apparently, as forever as diamonds. Hooray for us. Well, that’s what you get for not thinkin’ things through, folks. And of course I wrote a song about it. Livin’ in the age of chemical cruelty We got shit that’s never goin’ away Microplastics in our bodies Is this
So of course I wrote a song after last week’s post. Have you met me? And I will refer you to last week’s post if you didn’t happen to read it for the backstory. You can read it while you listen to the song. Or, you can listen to the audio post and then listen
We got a gully-washer last night, a real midwestern frog-strangler. (‘Scuse my southern Iowa roots showing, I need to go see an heir dresser …) (Sorry about that.) (Won’t happen again.) (Yes, it totally will.) As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, we got some serious water-works happening in the wee hours,
There’s an old Indonesian saying about not letting your red-haired daughter get too close to the mountain, or the Volcano God will take her. Okay, it’s not exactly an every-day household saying, but apparently, it’s there. A long while back, possibly around 2020, I mentioned a fascinating book I read called When They Severed Earth
I love co-writing songs with people I love. And I write a lot of songs about people who are dead now. Put it all together and what do you get? A posthumous co-written song by my friend David Warren and me. Davey died, tragically, and a friend of his was going through a box of
Blackbirds have been constant … harbingers? companions? somethings? for much of my life. It is, of course, extremely possible that there are just a lot of them around these parts and I have had a lot of opportunities to observe and interact with them. And maybe be observed by them, because who knows, they’re definitely
Recording has been where all my energy has gone the past 3 weeks, so … here’s another song. But wow, I have made it through the stash of 25 (and added a 26th because reasons) so I’m feeling pretty stoked about that! Nothing to beat the summer blues like making things you’re really happy with.
