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old found tapes.

I have boxes and boxes of tapes. Many of them are mixes. Some of them are stories that I recorded while driving in the 1980's and 1990's. Some of them are compositions that I made in the early 1990's on my Keyboard/sequencer (A Peveay DPM3). Also I wrote a very lot of songs back then too, and I still do.

As a project I could post some mp3's. Why I haven't I am not sure. Modesty? Fear of failure? Lack of motivation? Resolved that fame and music didn't matter? The understanding that music is eternal, that anything good will be there in Heaven?

Laziness? Who knows.

Clear Water. 
Deep Blue Lake
blue marble cliff
Distant purple mountains     
secret underwater cave
approaching thunderstorm
 and scuba divers in the water.      
A trunk full of old Rhodium coins
from the future
spills from the boat
disolving into mythology
Such great wealth would ruin the family.

secretly he hid the coins.
His story didn't add up.
There was no thunder that day,
grey, over cast, fog,
light snowfall,
a lake on the verge of freezing
like a pudding.
He shivered there in the dive boat
for just a second
before he motored off
to the secret ancient lagoon
and hid the treasure
where he would always know where to look
and no one else would
telling his family
"There is no treasure"
and thought in his head, but did not say
"except for the love we share."

"Amen" says his oldest son, as if
he can read his dad's mind.





When homeless guys save someone on the Castro street
The papers write about how amazed everyone is
as if this guy who's been there for years
isn't a real guy with a real heart and a purpose to love.
Vet? Neglected patient? unloved vagrant?
or holy angel?
what 
If the vallets shoo such a guy away
or rediculous panhandlers hassle 
       all the night time patrons of drinking
           and dining
so councils pass ordinance banning sitting down
                               on the curb
How is the ex Vet homeless guy going to be there
to pull the unfortunate from the burning car
and save his life?

Love and Mercy film debut tonight at the Toronto Film Festival

7 Sept, 2014

Tonight, in Toronto, at the TFF, the film Love and Mercy will make its debut to the public. Very exciting. The film stars John Cusack. It is about the Singer/Composer/Beach Boy/Maestro Brian Wilson, a very interesting and talented man.

I admire Mr. Wilson, and also Mr Cusack who plays the older Brian in this film. Paul Dano plays the younger Brian. Paul Giamatti plays the notorious psychologist who befriends and enthralls Brian for a long number of years.

Other people portrayed in the film: Mike Love, Carl and Dennis, Al Jardine, David Marks, all of them Beach Boys. Melinda, Brian's current wife, is played by Elizabeth Banks.

Well, I can't wait till it shows up here in Boston. I'll go see it the first night. Or maybe when I am out in LA next month it will be playing there and I will go see it then.

I hope it all goes well for them tonight up in Toronto!

Do you need to find a trunk of rhodium? 
Maybe a trunk of fear the Lord would be better?
Isn't that the plot of Raiders of the Lost Arc?

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You'd think I'd have morpyhing pages by now? But to read it is hard when the words are all spinning.

this isn't a way                                   
to pass through this prairre town.    
that road, bridge out.                           
the side road, unexpected culvurts                           
washed down and accross the span                            

 he thought                            
I'll drop it into low                          
run through that side field                         
hogs and chickens be damned                               
mud will cover the whole rig                 
Whatever, where ever                      
I'll plow it over                
make some farmer ponder          
why, so cruel and stupid cruel?          
make some farmer ponder          
"Oh, the chuckle-drunk"          
make some farmer ponder          
"why, these mudrunning idiots . . . "          

                         
At dinner                        
the discussion             
on the cost of fencing.                         

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my moonie moon moon moon
is better than the car she is driving really soon
I ride my moon like a motor car
up to the mountain and beyond a star.

zoom zoom, moonie moon.
hoot who?
owl and a loon.

🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 
🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 
🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 
🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 🌛 

eventually

8:08 A.M.


unexpected phone call
in the early AM
unexpected car trip
sunrise along the distant ridgeline.

All Year

and till the end of time

Celebrate Christ!

Celebrate 
Christ!


🌛 




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the problem with bromlin is that 
he thought he was a rock-star
but he wasn't.
Amatuer hour at the mixing board,
disbaraging capible people.
You shouldn't dance
to music so hatefilled, such jingo crap.
You can't dance,
you shouldn't hop or march or bop to it
and you ought not sing along.
to such jingo crap.

March march march march
not.
march march march march
not
to such jingo crap 
like the crap
you call your ideology.
Your jingo crap is false mythology.

We have all have the jingo crap march song
some how planted deep with in the gong
the sound of someone stricking a very large piece of
        metal in the shape of a platter
and suspended securely.

boinging oing oing oi ing.

this song has no title

In the light of the moon
within the sound of the surf
on a night when it's full
she is talking to him
and the wind has the scent of the ocean
and the fragrance of the petal fall
petals flutter all over
the moonlight and slight wisps of fog
draped along these shores
across the seabirds and the bay
all the way to city of brothers
and the river town alight
with celebration and dancing.






oh mister meanie mean mean mean
why do cruel? What did you mean?

so mean so very mean you mean to love the dream
that seem the scheme of he who deem to seem
that he would love you back but he can't stand the mean.


be that one woman guy.

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    Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

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That manic wind
blows through this garden
knocking over
the potted plants

find
fear of your own bad choices
could bring that giant wave
of self-loathing:
thus inspiration
flutters down through the
sudden sunrays breaking through
like petals falling after the bloom
on an antique street
described famously
in sonnets
to
Praise
the
Lord.

mind spin
in meditation
like a carrosel
of past mistakes
floating by
trying to pray 
away
the self-suicide of loathing
and understand the purpose of
motivation to carry on and do good
for other people.
Love
as a promise
like a mountaintop one reaches 
why can't it be here
on these rolling meadows
like a necklace
or garland a-shine the many houses?

imagine 
important things 
to say
today.
Imagine
the important people
to love.


. . . stick a needle in my eyen . . .
find
realize 
the steel eye holes
need a lace
strung through
to tighten the shoes.
not so easy after twenty brews.

. . . 

lace up my thoughts.
Some of the things I was thinking
weren't helping.
Upset over the weather far away,
news from far over the ocean.

the steel eyes need to be laced up.
The precision
requires individual
attention.

After some time,
the sky having changed by now,
the happy bird sings in the taller branches,
the boots all laced up
time to down the beverage
in the cup.



                
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