A song I just had to write

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HIM: Oh the world it is a bitter place

             But every time I see your face

             I make it to a better place

             It’s true

HER: Livin’ life has its despair

            So to suffer’s only fair

            But I’ve got my woes to share

            With you

HIM: High on the hills when the sun goes down

            I’ll park my car up in your town

            Open up your mouth to sing

            I’ll fill you up while your bells ring

HIM: I don’t care what they all say

            ‘Cause I look to our weddin’ day

            Tell me what you’ve got to say

            My boo

HER: You’re my friend, you’re my guy

            As long as rain comes from the sky

            I’ll be your lady, by and by—I do!

HER: Let’s go down into the sea

            I’ll hold you and you’ll hold me

            Let that peaceful water roar

            And don’t you ever ask for more!

HIM: Your heart’s been always big and round

            But I hear another’s sound

            And I go runnin’ like a hound

            From you

HER: Boy, you been mean, you been cruel

            You make me feel like I’m a fool

            I oughta send you back to school

            Anew

HER: But I’m more n’ just a little fond!

            You son-of-a-bitch, we got a bond

            So wake up from your dreamy sleep

            Get it right, don’t make me weep

HIM: I can’t say that it won’t hurt

            To drag ourselves up out the dirt

            But on my word I’ve got the nerve

            To do you right like you deserve

            On my word I’ve got the nerve

            To do you right like you deserve

Phish & Chips

A reinitiation into the aimless babe in the woods wanderings of Grady Avenue.

2011-2012 New Years Show: OKAY! 

You know, watching it on a screen 2 weeks later is not quite the same. But at MSG, could I have spent the evening nakedly frying eggs between sets? Most likely not. 

No one does it like Phish. Seriously. The Dead may be more soulful, less produced (pre-1980 anyway), crunchier. But come on people, fucking NO ONE does this shit:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51LeCswsTMw&feature=fvst

If you can't dig the whole thing (though I recommend you do), check out 5:00 for a bit, 11:00 for a bit, and 17:30 on.

What I thought?

I, once again, do feel directionless. When I get this way, I shut down for a minute, then LATCH onto something to give myself purpose. Like writing? Writing is great, I love it. But is that IT? I am goalless today. I want to just BE--to get out of school, never work, miraculously have just enough money to do anything I want, and travel the world! 

And it feels like I am picking up right where I left off. 

Music

I finally got around to recording 2 of my songs. I gotta say--they are pretty rough, but I ain't no professional, it is really just for fun. Anyway, check em out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fOZG1_iGw4&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9RD26XpdKs&feature=youtu.be

2012

They really need to start delivering breakfast.  It took me a few tries to make coffee this morning. 

So, how 'bout it? The newest of years: beheld, behold. 

Some words to bring it in, read under a sea of silver pines in the dark cold wet night...

They looking back, all th' Eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat,
Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate
With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes:
Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them soon;
The World was all before them, where to choose
Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide:
They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow,
Through Eden took thir solitarie way...

Milton's blessingcurse swirling through flames and coals, 

our two (four?) heroes despairing but hopeful, terrified but anticipating, alone but together, as they look back on Paradise, 2011, what they know, all they know, and into the unknown, the world, 2012, the newest of new years....

A prayer slipping into meditation as the seconds passed us through into January, followed by a rich and breathful awakening to the stars and a sweetwise Oshan soliloquy...

Accept yourself. Respect yourself. Allow your nature to take its own course. Don't force, don't repress. Doubt - because doubt is not a sin, it is the sign of intelligence. Doubt and go on inquiring until you find.  One thing I can say: whosoever inquires, finds. It is absolutely certain; it has never been otherwise. Nobody has come empty-handed from an authentic inquiry.

And soft reveling into the dawn. 

I have nothing to say about 2011.  And 2012 should not does not give me reason to improve my life.  I do nothing different today than I have been doing everyday in recovery.  I simply strive to be healthy and treat other people well.  This surely leads to happiness! 


Though I thought it charming to share a beautiful little nugget from a man who changed folk music:

Thanks Woody. You keep it simple. And exactly 60 years later, especially 60 years later, maybe let's get back to that?

Happy New Year.