What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I’m 94? I been rolling like this for 25 years I hope I do for 50 more. Because I like to rip it up, I like to stomp on the terra hard. I chop my beats by the cord and drop steel by the yard. Who knows where I’ll be I might turn into a vegetarian. I’ll keep to keep on slapping this funky ass shit even as anonagenerian. I’ve been dreaming about doing it like this ever since I was a kid.

It was the least shocking surprise We were all concerned that it would happen too soon The end for all of us is inescapable But its the when’s the wherefores and the whys That bring tears to out eyes It was the least shocking surprise I have almost been on the wrong side of it a few times before And I remember thinking about this very thing How will this look in other people’s eyes A shocking surprise, or not so much? Some of us fly too close to the sun Because we want to see when the wax will melt on out wings For others there is only darkness even in the sun And the nights are extra dark So much so that they can’t see that the light will come again Because it never does And wherever they go, their demons are always there And we who love them desperately want our love to be their light But they feel unworthy of our love so the can’t except it And their self-destructive compulsions both feed on the darkness And make them feel more unworthy of our love The darkness grows and the cycle continues And the harder we try the worse it can get Unless they choose to love themselves enough to take their chance At breaking the cycle A prerequisite to banishing the darkness I thought writing songs could do it Or letting you run what had been built Is it narcissism to think I ,IGTV have made things worse Or neglectful to discount the harm I might have done? It is the least shocking surprise But it still brings tears to my eyes I hope you’ve found peace I hope you’ve found peace I love you Goodbye

What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I am 83

(I don’t know where we are going but) we’re making great time

Snoozer

You Knew Me When You know me now I can still change You know me now There’s still so much work to do

Hustlers’ Hustle

The night Nay Zsherman rose from the dead

Ignatius

Catullus n Epode #13

Rose gather ye rosebuds, while ye may

It was the least shocking surprise

Ran out of lemonade outside of ceres

What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I’m 83

Love keeps us young

Giggling keeps us young

You always kind of giggle when you dance

I don’t know where we are going But we’re making good time

Snoozer

Hustler’s Histoe

Thanks, Gumbo! That means a lot coming from a writer and performer of your caliber!

And in the night so long Evade a massing throng Aided by a song Much Music preserve your paltry mint down an alley you sprint do leave a clue or hint Much Music and your hasty flight leads toward cathedral light stained glass so bright Much Music and the choir there in harmony so fair creates celestial air Much Music

What could have happened if Merle played with Mingus? Or Johnny with Miles or Ray with Coltrane? Or Eric Dolphy with Jerry Garcia? Keeping their Betes in check with Richard Davis on the bass I like to day dream on that music and try to hear what I can see

I’m been dreaming of Monk-Like country Country with monk and Charlie rouse on the sax and Larry gales on the bass Some kind of country from the spirit world country “Now that’s what I call Monk-like country volume 72

Like a bolt of light In the dead of night Without a band in site Much music When I’m alone Where ever I may roam So very far from home Much Music When the Kafka day Becomes a Mamet Play In every single way Much Music How reality melts alphabits have spell’t Every thing your ever felt Much Music And in the night so long Evade a messing throng Aided by a song Much Music

What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I’m 94? I been rolling like this for 25 years I hope I do for 50 more. Because I like to rip it up, I like to stomp on the terra hard. I chop my beats by the cord and drop steel by the yard. Who knows where I’ll be I might turn into a vegetarian. I’ll keep to keep on slapping this funky ass shit even as anonagenerian. I’ve been dreaming about doing it like this ever since I was a kid.

It was the least shocking surprise We were all concerned that it would happen too soon The end for all of us is inescapable But its the when’s the wherefores and the whys That bring tears to out eyes It was the least shocking surprise I have almost been on the wrong side of it a few times before And I remember thinking about this very thing How will this look in other people’s eyes A shocking surprise, or not so much? Some of us fly too close to the sun Because we want to see when the wax will melt on out wings For others there is only darkness even in the sun And the nights are extra dark So much so that they can’t see that the light will come again Because it never does And wherever they go, their demons are always there And we who love them desperately want our love to be their light But they feel unworthy of our love so the can’t except it And their self-destructive compulsions both feed on the darkness And make them feel more unworthy of our love The darkness grows and the cycle continues And the harder we try the worse it can get Unless they choose to love themselves enough to take their chance At breaking the cycle A prerequisite to banishing the darkness I thought writing songs could do it Or letting you run what had been built Is it narcissism to think I ,IGTV have made things worse Or neglectful to discount the harm I might have done? It is the least shocking surprise But it still brings tears to my eyes I hope you’ve found peace I hope you’ve found peace I love you Goodbye

What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I am 83

(I don’t know where we are going but) we’re making great time

Snoozer

You Knew Me When You know me now I can still change You know me now There’s still so much work to do

Hustlers’ Hustle

The night Nay Zsherman rose from the dead

Ignatius

Catullus n Epode #13

Rose gather ye rosebuds, while ye may

It was the least shocking surprise

Ran out of lemonade outside of ceres

What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I’m 83

Love keeps us young