Juan is a very strange cat. Or a very normal chupacabra. He has 28 toes, and tends to get caught on things. Otherwise he's astonishingly graceful, and an outstanding jumper. And he's quiet, and he's immaculate. He's over 15 years old, and…

I don't know how. I'd thought I'd been on only one date in my life, but on further reflection realized that if I really stretched the definition, I've been on nine. Over the last 46 years. Not a lot of practice. Horrible nighttime date, arranged…

Yeah, and I here I am giving a shit again. I mean, I've made it this far. 62! And now I want it to be over with again, like I did when I was 9 and 16 and 28 and 33 and 43 and 55? At least I'm consistent.

Things got a little weird. I came to the conclusion that in order to solve the problem of my heart, it would be best to not want to have one. A heart, that is.

I am one messed up 62-year-old man-child.

I'm having problems with my brain. Things came to a head today in that I was not able to take a simple action which might have brought a positive change to my life. It was really a heart problem, but, you know, your heart is all in your head.

I started a new thing, and it was too long, and it absolutely would not work. And then a second try. But while I was listening to just the end bit, I got a sort of an idea. This song is about nothing, in other words, what I'm feeling right…

I would like to be eaten after I pass on to the Great Mystery. If I'm with a friend or two, then this. If I'm alone the cats will eventually get hungry.

I was going to get into some really ugly parts of my life, but I chickened out. Plus, the music was sucking. Despite my interest in the confessional, music always comes first. So I might carry on for a while in this sort of vein. I like this.

I had a million dreams and hopes for this song and suddenly, they were shattered. Much as my life is right now. So I'll make it about nothing. Except: A long time ago, I was listening exclusively to stuff like Ain Soph, Art Bears, Cranioclast…

[insert endless stories about being harassed by cops for various "driving a beater in a nice neighborhood" offenses, always ending with, "Your tail light is out. You'd better get that fixed."]

I had a long story prepared about how my girlfriend and I were ordered out of a paddle boat in Golden Gate Park by a dozen cops pointing guns at us, about how disappointed they were when I was not "The Punk Rock Bank Robber" but some schmuck with…

The Promise of Heaven This material feels very religious, but I am not. It's all a bit more ambiguous than you might think. This and my last group of songs are also not a part of my memory, rather a part of the here and now. This is a second…

the desire the desperation the destruction You get what you bring. Bring nothing, expect nothing. I have nothing left to bring. And if I brought it, I'd have less than nothing. This is a second suite of songs, a companion to the last…

The hardest thing to find is what's been next to you all along. And the hardest thing to let go of is what you never wanted. This is a second suite of songs, a companion to the last group of five. #1/3. Recorded November 2nd & 3rd.

Two Uneasy Pieces: A Song Cycle. #5/5.

Two Uneasy Pieces: A Song Cycle. #4/5.

Two Uneasy Pieces: A Song Cycle. #3/5.

Two Uneasy Pieces: A Song Cycle. #2/5.

Two Uneasy Pieces: A Song Cycle. #1/5.