Hand Drawn Circles And Other Imperfections...

Embracing the imperfect. That it is the goal. I think perfectionism is not only unattainable it is undesirable. Who wants to stare at a perfect circle? Boorrring... But if you saw a Japanese caligraphy painting of one stroke making a circle....oooohhh...I see the infinite. I see life. This somewhat first grade example of what I mean might suffice. Inspired by this idea/ideal, I wrote a song about human imperfection, imperfect love...but in so doing, it becomes perfect in a fucked up way.

I am off to caffeinate and then libate upon distilled drinks, preferring my body/brain to have stimulants and depressants running through my veins.

Dislocation Daydream...

I started playing with some of my Mellotron and Chamberlin samples...bringing out my inner six year old television watching memories. Then after that I had had Matt Lynott come over, throw some drums on it, drank absinthe and read Tom Robbins, forgot the song, remembered the song, quickly jotted down the lyrics and presto chango! Another lil' weird song that makes me smile. I guess that is what it is about right?

Mind Eraser...

I had my mind erased by little green plastic men from outer space last night, or so I remember, or so I dreamt. Or so...ummmm...it is hard to say.

Mind Eraser

Got a mind eraser, "set to kill of phaser" again, my friend.
I'm a dream creator, defying laws of Nature again trippin'.

I fall down and then I wake up.

Saving all the monsters of plastic avocado green. Thorazine.
I'm the vinyl whispers of the 1970's machine.

I fall down and them I wake up.

A few light years away, a sky of linoleum
Going out just enough too far, space is the ocean
Supersonic polka dots bleeding fire
There is more than just one sun...

Wooly Life.

 

Reading my New York Times newspaper at my local caffeine dispensary, it was pointed out that a cute wooly caterpillar was taking a thousand little many steps towards me. I tried to take a video with my phone, but the video app wasn't working, (Fucking technology!) then even taking a photo seemed impossible. (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!) Finally after restarting my phone I squeezed off one semi-focused shot. Then the little Wooly man got it into his head to walk across the threshold of the door to the shop. I got up, with my paper and gently moved him away from the door. Are you crazy Wooly?! You are gonna get squished!

So then he curled up in a ball, and I took him away from the door. Within a few minutes he was walking in front of the door again. (Fuck!) I winced as many people walking in and out just missed stepping on him. Amazed, I thought.... maybe Wooly isn't crazy. Maybe he knows what he is doing. I go back to reading my paper.

Minutes later, he is at it again, escaping death many times he decides to make his taunting journey across the threshold of the door for the third time. Behind the glass door I see an old woman with a cane making her way towards him. I am cringing...I see her taking many footsteps to go a few inches...and I hear it, the pop of her foot squishing Wooly underneath her tennis shoe. She continues on to the sidewalk, completely unaware or unconcerned heading towards the drug store for apothecary treats.

Fuck.

Wooly managed to dodge death until an oblivious, harmless old woman with a cane delivers the mighty Adidas blow sending him to the caterpillar calliope in the sky .

What does this mean?

Did Wooly want to die?
Was Wooly as oblivious as the old woman that killed him?
Innocent murder/suicide?
Was it my fault? Did I need to save him twice? Was even my place to do so?
Is I, Wooly, and the old woman accomplices in this death from above foot stomp?

I see Wooly's green guts slowly turning brown, his body is almost just a stain now.

I am sorry Wooly...maybe I will see you in the other side. We'll eat some leaves together and tell long tales.

Diving again...

Sometimes when you feel something isn't quite done right you feel the urge to do it again. Sometimes to leave it alone is best and to move on. I chose the former. To redo. I have attempted and failed in the past, but today I think I have hit it right. So...I can now move on and look forward into my dreamy abyss of my Black Forest for new adventures, monsters, magic, and a good steak with tater-tots and whiskey...