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beautiful blurs

My wife, Cat, is an xclnt, award-winning film & tv costume designer, and my front row seat to her work is electrifying and teeming with inspiration. That said, her job takes her away from me, sometimes quite distant, for very long stretches.

When she filmed Kill Bill in 2002, she shuttled between Los Angeles, Tokyo and Beijing for 8 months, came home to NYC for 1 week and then went to Mexico and LA for 3 more months. During that production, including the 7 days she was home, we saw each other a grand total of 23 days. Most of her jobs aren’t that far-flung, but even when she works close by for a few months, as she did in Boston on last year’s The Heat, seeing her often, or at all, is always difficult. Now, Cat is again away – this time in New Orleans until July on a film called Untitled Texas Buddy Comedy.

Longing is as much a process as an emotion. You can miss something, or someone, without longing for it, or her, or him. Once the longing sets in, though, that’s where the heartbreak starts. Collected here are tracks I’ve written over the last 10 years to deal with various states of longing. In these songs, I see evolution, but also constant threads, in my perspective on Cat’s absences. If you’ve ever longed for someone – or some time or place or thing – you’ll relate.

You and I never get enough
Time to make
More than a beautiful blur


Goodbye Monday B-Sides

11 January 2010

Cement
Everything Falls
Decades
Star

From the Goodbye Monday Blue sessions.

Bandcamp


decades

Don’t. Break. Down.
b-side of goodbye monday blue
thereflectors.bandcamp.com/track/goodbye-monday-blue

Wishing this time was just in dreams
But it’s one more triangle scheme
You, me and all the distance between…

Sending all those letters home
from the front line like a movie star in the sky
but now you’re wasted like a sequel going nowhere
lie after lie after lie

’cause it’ll be on my head if you break down
you don’t break down
so don’t break down

the dreams the faith we have in each other
through made up war
closing doors
decades every day

there’s a fixed amount of luck in the world
to wish it different would break all the rules