music: “Chasing Flight” off my 2016 record Almost X.
20220605
grand army plaza farmers market + Zuzu’s petals
20220527/0531 ice journeys
a couple f-train trips to an ice cream man in deep Brooklyn. Needed to put another dry ice hit out on a couple rats been hanging ‘round my garden
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?…
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20220520 cemetery ice
dry ice + subway + cemetery
20220515
The Fabulous Fifth Avenue Fair
20220514 farmers market
grand army plaza farmers market
Goes The Day [20220428b]
Written 20200418.1020
C F G
F C G
C F G
these days i wake in the same dream
F C G
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
F C G
gone gone gone goes the day
F C G
back back back all the way
Am Adim7 Am7 D
to a far far far off place
F G C
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.…
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Counting [20220428a]
written in Laurel Canyon 2018
LYRICS
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?…
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