fretless junk strat, Bass VI

live at Wild Detectives in Dallas

My grandmother used to cook 'pastiche' for supper, which was basically all the leftovers that she wanted to use up. It all went in the pan. The name seems applicable here, since I just kept throwing musical spaghetti at the ceiling until something…

wave my hands into the sky bird perched then lurched to a sparrow's cry it defies my eyes where does this sonar lie the pings on strings call like crumbs aligned I try closing my eyes the sound it still defies its singing is bringing…

layers of a blanket swaddled cocoon a womb remove your sweater step into the sun what identity have you left here? There is none She danced in the prismatic light - she danced as if no other soul was in sight. Pirouette The color…

wind hears

wind is not the air it moves