../melody in chaos
I knew everything of you
in how you said your name.
On our way to points B unknown
from whatever points A.
I will never need to know
how the shadows fell across your face
In that place you used to be
Before you escaped
To California. for untold revelations, on a self-sent invitation.… continued...
I wanna blow the doors off of everything
just because I can
I got no direction
I don’t care much for a plan
I’m gonna do it just because I can
I wanna call the world out for what it is
just because it can’t
I got a few ideas
that I know that it can’t stand
I wanna do it just because it can’t
I wanna make this life as simple as you say
just because it’s free
I got a few years left
and they’re still ahead of me
I’m gonna do it
just because
time will not release
a missing puzzle piece
faded memories
don’t know what you mean
you can’t watch a sunrise
through someone else’s eyes
if they never see you
in dreams
clouds over LA dance alone between skies
distant freeways shimmer
traffic as rivers
red and white ribbons
valley to sky
lost friends reappear
in dusty windshields
as evening light hits
California 5
clouds over LA dance alone between skies
drifting the night
suspended from life
shadows of every last good bye
clouds over LA dance alone between skies
a laurel canyon dawn: guitar + sunrise + birds + distant traffic
slow and loose channeling of Tony Rice’s interpretation of Shenandoah
She said, “Pull off at Exit Two Eighteen.
Let me out, I’ll find another ride.
I just don’t know where the time has gone,
and I’m tired of these freeway signs.
“Your stories make me laugh,
but your songs make me cry.
I don’t think I can live that way.
I need someone not so low, and maybe not so high.… continued...
What if we could ride all the waves
What if the world was safe
for everything we are
What if we could exchange
Every turn we’ll ever take
For one true 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 counting on you
What if we could live on a cloud
above the rain
where stars are the only lights
But you need stable ground
your wings need a break
You carry me through the sky
Sometimes the faster you hold on
To each other
The faster you drift apart
Together
RIP Bob Jacks
1/2 way up the hill
is a long way down
to extend your horizon
to wave away clouds
Into the great unknown
Into endless blue
1/2 way up the hill
was the best we could do
where calm clear sky
is the everyday
no wonder the sun
yearns to steal away
into the great unknown
into endless blue
1/2 way up the hill
was the best we could do
echoes of times
when we were strong
swirled into good bye
after so longs
what keeps you alive
is not the same
as what makes you live
or what flies away
Picture a house with no mirrors,
where you never need to see
your self as a reflection,
you just need to be.
There’s no such thing as slowing down
speed is only how far
you feel you are in time
There’s no such thing is getting old
age is only how long
you think you are in time
There’s no such thing as living alone
bonds are just as strong
you know we are in time
some pain is not a window, but a wall
you build so no one can see you
and you can’t see out at all
There’s no such thing as giving up
life is just as long as
you don’t think in time
well I’m climbing up this Canyon drive
high enough to see across time
to the days where you and I
had nothing to leave behind
up here, on this Canyon drive
a thousand feet up in the sky
on a one-lane two-way graded switchback ride
we opened up and saw ourselves from outside
and knew we wanted no other life
up here, on this Canyon drive
down in the Valley a relentless pursuit of dreams
in every shadow a sorrow and a scheme
a world designed to keep us from coming alive
far away from all the light that shines
up here, on this Canyon drive
what price wouldn’t you pay
to let nothing get in your soul’s way
to quiet dark echoes of unlived lives
at least up here there’s hope you’ll find
peace on this Canyon drive
This is the fourth track I’ve recorded in honor of Bassel Khartabil Safadi, a pioneering and beloved Syrian open-source programmer who gave his life to ensuring an open web, teaching others about technology, and contributing his experience freely to help the world. Syrian military police arrested him in 2012 for unstated crimes, and held him without trial.… continued...
Spending this week in Venice, FL, at The Herron House. Built by architect Victor A. Lundy (FAIA) in 1957 for the Herron family, the house was restored to its original grandeur by its current owners, Ursula Kohl and Peter Bartos, in 2008. It’s a masterstroke of mid-century American imagination, and a timeless time capsule that will always feel like the future.… continued...
Photo: @catmthomas. Thx to everyone who deemed me, and then The Tell, worthy of Saturday night. Had a blast. Until the next time!
May 21, 2017 at 01:35AM
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Lacquer down and light it up! This Saturday (20 May) at Halyards in Gowanus, I’m flying solo and electric, opening for the debut of xclnt friends The Tell. On for ~half-hour starting 9:30…
The Tell is a trio formed of the core of After School Special: Josh Matthews, Ashley Semrick-DesRochers, and David Miller.… continued...
liner notes:
… continued...A soundtrack for the simulation reset.
“A cloud fitted with an iron scaffold,” wrote Disquiet’s Marc Weidenbaum about me. Weidenbaum’s analogy is a spot-on fractal, in this case of my overall approach to songwriting and composing. The “cloud” speaks to my playing with abstraction and taking flights of spaced-out fancy; the “iron scaffold” to my love and reverence for accessible, turn the radio up songs.
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Thank you so much, Marc (@disquiet) for thinking of Sterling in this project. As I told Marc in an email exchange where he told me of the dedication in this week’s prompt, my thinking about how the sound waves we produce may somehow go on forever began with the Junto’s week dedicated to the death of Jefferey Melton (@Nofi).… continued...
Sing a song for life in the morning
As the sunrise waltzes through leaves
Let all the anger and pain
And destructive refrains
Dissolve into your dreamsMaybe we’ll wake up
It’s time we wake up
Maybe we’ll wake up
Wake up timeThe first thing you see before you open your eyes
Is the truest reflection of you
One day the first thing we’ll know
is a sunrise so slow
And a world renewed
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My 66th(!)… continued...
a sunny trip thru simulation theory, alan watts, and the watercourse way.
:^D
all the dreams have been blamed
all the sources have been named
there’s no hiding in the shadows anymore
all the ‘steins have been ‘stained
all the acid has been rained
there’s no overriding the code[ch]
we’re on the other side of the end
with no trace no chance to defend
the true meaning of our being, friends
on the other side of the endthe simulation reset
everyone’s free to forget
all the ways we used to agree
and the lines of least resistance
destroyed by destroying
all the ways water courses to the seaeasy to miss when everything’s not right
the signs can hide in plain sight[ch]
extended remix of my contribution to the july 2016 disquiet junto’s collection of tracks saying “hi” in morse code to the juno jupiter probe…
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The task to create a friendly “Hi” to the Juno probe based on the Morse Code for “Hi” (…. ..) became the perfect excuse to duet with my Teenage Engineering PO-16. I’ve owned it for a while and though I am fascinated by it and screw around with it at times, it hadn’t yet found its way into the studio.… continued...