Days of Flowers

Starting a rerecord of Palm Sunday today - all kinds of percussion and ornery off-beat emphasis. I am no drummer, though, and I want to get this mutha good and tight. Probably will end up following Oh Architect on next release, so the bar will be set high. So I run over and over and over and over... whacking on this Indian drum Lisa got me, and burping a stainless steel water jug. It's still not good enough after about 4 hours of all that. Glad to be recording though.

It's always my nature to skip the difficult "effort" stuff and dream ahead of myself. I can see the front cover of the album, I can almost even see the track titles of my next album. I tried to go the backwards way and come up with a title first today - "The Midnight Special". I know it's already taken, but I thought it would be a good place to start and diverge. I met it with hearty unsuccess, but I'll try again and again. Plans!

Palm Sunday goes like this:

The days of flowers have taught me how
To count it all for nothing till the sun rains through the clouds
The bread of life and cup reply
And fill my heart and mind with every reason telling why.

The days of flowers have taught me how
To count it all for nothing till the sun rains through the clouds
The bread of life and cup are now
What's flowing through the sap and dew drops all around

The town is glowing green
What a winter it has been
The kids are on the rooftops with their stereo machines
Yeah we all hit the streets
Skin blazing in the heat
I know each mossy crack in sidewalks underneath my feet

I check the time, I find your name
I'll call you up on Thursday, glad to see you again.
I'll call you up on Thursday, glad to see you again.

I Must Have Been Blind

Tim Buckley is a hero of mine. Here's a very dark video of a song of his.

#554; The Fiction Generator.

#554; The Fiction Generator.