"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..." SOMEWHERE G capo @ 2 - live @ 4 Somewhere between the summer and the winter The leaves between the tree tops and the fall Somewhere between my heart and circled letters Somewhere…

This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

Trying to fit an old whine into a new battle.

When I was a kid, my dad was the preacher at the Church of Christ in Tehachapi, California. We lived in Palmdale, so we'd get up early on Sunday mornings, pile the 5 of us into our 1950 Chevy coupe and head up thru Lancaster and Mojave, over the…

Amazing we are able to survive with so little knowledge. Amazing we are so sure of ourselves. Or are we just acting? Hoping not to be exposed?

For a link to the visual artist and details on this piano piece see http://soonlabel.com/xenharmonic/archives/61

In 1951 I was eight years old but it's all like yesterday. The tumbleweeds and the horny toads. Flying kites so far into the desert air that I couldn't see them. Palmdale, California, 1951 Pretty yellow chickens hating in the sun Fertilizer…