arms length in dreams (20220428c)

Arms Length In Dreams
20220421.0744, 20220424.2258

(G) I’ve seen good luck
I’ve seen bad
i’ve crashed (Em) big, i’ve (Cmaj7) stood tall

(G) but most days
just stand still
and don’t (Em) see much (Cmaj7) luck at (G) all

risks i (Em) take
sometimes time (G) out
What else can I (D) do? What else can I (C) do?
Sometimes I get (Bmin7) lost
in thoughts of (C) love
i’ve (Am) thrown away, (C) and only (G) knew

(C) Arms length in (G) dreams
Just / (C) beyond your waking (G-D) reach
Everything you (C) seek
Just beyond your (D) reach
just (C) Arms length in (G) dreams

Dreams are lies
you tell your soul
To keep life to keep life new

but they only come true
If you let yourself
let your self believe in you

Today I left
my bed unmade
unmade Until the afternoon
into this (Bmin7) City
of pain and (C) grace
i walked my (Am) self a couple (C) miles In my own (G) shoes

F C. G

(C) Arms length in (G) dreams
Just / (C) beyond your waking (G-D) reach
Everything you (C) seek
Just beyond your (D) reach
just (C) Arms length in (G) dreams


Inside Track 001: Paper Streets

“A paper street or paper road is a street or road that appears on maps but has not been built.”

“Beware! Paper Streets” cautions a sign hung by the Kirkwood Bowl Foundation towards the base of Laurel Canyon, LA, where I lived for most of 2018.

Paper streets are used in real estate cons of all sizes. Up in the Hollywood Hills, as these scams go, unsuspecting non-Angelino buyers purchase land on a paper street, sight-unseen, in hopes of building a home. These marks then arrive at their land with an invalid deed and dashed dreams.

Enough of these streets show up on Google Maps, each with a checkered history, replete with fleece, to warrant warning signs around the Canyon.

West Elusive Street was the paper street I explored most, at the apex-turnaround of my old running route, off Jewett Drive. Part of West Elusive spurs up between two houses to the Canyon summit. The bulk of West Elusive, off a bit further at the true end of Jewett, functions as a footpath through jade and succulent scrub brush, dropping you off the summit to the top of Utica Drive.

Curiously, the sign on Gould faced uphill, warning those leaving the Canyon, whereas perhaps its alarm is most useful before an unfinished extension of road indicates trouble ahead.

Paper streets convey how cruel we can be to each other, and how most things too-good-to-be-true prey on the trust we need in the world to enjoy life. The Bowl Foundation’s sign admonishes putting blind faith in strangers, even though life gets pretty lonely if you can’t trust anyone.

As I traversed the canyon that year, I felt sorry for the streets themselves, as the sign cast them as dangerous. In that they’re mostly undriveable, yeah, don’t risk your car’s suspension.

Other than to errant drivers, however, their foxtail-laden cracked concrete slabs pose no inherent threat.…


Goes The Day [20220428b]

Written 20200418.1020


these days i wake in the same dream
where living is the flip side of life
Am. Adim7 Am7 D
where the future’s a memory of plans ahead
F G Am
where sometimes dying doesn’t mean you’re dead

gone gone gone goes the day
back back back all the way
Am Adim7 Am7 D
to a far far far off place
goes the day

empty streets, distant echoes
footsteps, indifferent neon signs
sirens, silence, lonely traffic lights
sounds of a world waving goodbye

Em F C
today aches for yesterday
Em F C
tomorrow’s just a someday place
Am G F
where the only answer, somehow,
Am G F G
is we all take the same exit out

Salvatore: Pizzaiolo of Soho Square

Pizzaiolo “Soho Sal” opened Soho Square Pizza last year as a pop up inside Michael & Ping’s Chinese restaurant on 3rd Av in Gowanus/Park Slope.

Every pie is stellar, and Sal’s vodka sauce is the nectar of a Roman God of antiquity. One of the best pizzas I’ve ever eaten.

Salvatore is a master craftsman (right down to making his own mozzarella), reminds us that pizza is culinary (not convenience), and serves as living proof New York City remains a city of dreams.

He won’t be at this location for much longer, so get it while you can.

437 3rd Ave, BK 11215

Counting [20220428a]

written in Laurel Canyon 2018


What if we could ride all the waves
What if the world was safe
for everyone we are?
What if we could exchange
Every turn we’ll ever take
For one North Star?

Counting on lightning
Counting on dreaming
Counting on sleeping
sometime soon
Counting on one plan
Counting on another hand
(and I’m still) Counting on you

What if we could live on a cloud
above the rain
where stars are the only lights
Where the wind is stable ground
and blind faith carries us through the sky?

Sometimes the faster you hold on to your life in a loop
The faster you lose control of the truth