Anywhere...et al...

Winter comes. Work as an engineer/producer slows to a maple-syrupy drool. It is the time to create. Keep working. Keep on keeping on. 

I have no direction or intent at this early stage of my writing process. This song came out. The soundscape chose itself. I am not gonna tell my song what to do, I am just gonna let 'em do what they do.

Anywhere

I return. I hear the thrushes sing, they take me anywhere out of this world. There is more than one sun, take the wrapper off, it's better that way, it takes me anywhere out of this world.

To be or to become. Explainable, unattainable love.

Old enough to forget, but young enough to want to remember, anywhere out of this world. I'll begin and I'll begin to begin again, anywhere out of the world. Take me anywhere out of this world.

I don't know what this song means to me yet. I write, record, and mix fast enough to feel like a hit and run victim. I can't give you a description of the car that hit me, or why they did. Maybe a few digits of the license plate. All I know is I feel worked over and need a little time to heal to get hit again later. Maybe we'll become friends. Maybe I will never see this song again. That is why I have a fast trigger finger on my sound camera...

Finally...

This is a little shout out to my friend Matt Lynott. He finally finished and released his self-titled solo album. Matt has been widely known for his awesome drumming...he was Hemi Way Truckee in our Truckee Brothers band, he plays drums on all of my Atom Orr songs, The White Buffalo, Elgin Park, Privet, Gary Jules, Hills Like Elephants first album, Years Around the Sun, The Spells, Goblin Cock, The Jade Shader...you get my drift. Anyway he plays guitar, piano and sings too. 

I jumped in to help him with some guitar, baritone, bass and the button-pressing-knob-turning-slider-sliding stuff. Here is a link to his album on Soundcloud. If you like Sergio Leone, Quintin Tarantino, and Nick Drake...you'll like this album. Maren Parusel sang a song in French for him too on "Haute Mer".

To Be or To Become...

To be or to become. Opening up to the chaos makes sense. Oceans know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie-Roll pop, and it isn't three. Clouds taste my cotton-candy-heart and spit it on the ground. Fleshy tentacles that hold nothing are hungry but happy. Running from the animal enough, will run into its mouth, feeling its tasty licks and tonsil tricks. Serpentine slurps softly singing "Down In The Valley". Build me a castle, forty feet high...so I can see her when she rides by...

To be or to become. Running my fingers down the spine of your back, I can feel your teeth moisten. I am murdered in my wake and nacromanced to life in my sleep. Made new like a fresh air sound to be taken in deep and held. Green planty leaflets sprout beneath my fingertips to break off into spiral staircases. Desperately in love with the negative of what can know. Let me melt on top of your tongue. Resolved to dissolve to revolve to unsolve to become to be.