Wednesday, December 31, 2008
NO...MATTER...WHAT.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Third Wheel
Saturday, November 29, 2008
English Kitchen
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Ask me a question
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Stay?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Unfeigned
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Business Class
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Conduit
Friday, September 19, 2008
Prayer and Pasta
Photo by Kathy Khoo
He reads encyclopedias for fun. For fun, I'm saying! Don't believe me? Watch this.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Hide and Seek
You should hear the things she's doing. Rock Climbing and Water slides and reading Les Miserable, and painting and frisbee and passports for travel.
I didn't know all of this. She's usually hiding behind the camera. Says it's her way of freezing time. Preserving memory. Capturing the moment. It just ocurred to me yesterday that it's like a game of hide and seek for adults.
That's what I do with my guitar. I keep it with me 'cause it makes sense to me and I can stay behind it and feel secure. Every so often I'll venture out from behind, but I always know where it is. You can tell if I've moved in to a place by whether or not my guitar is there. So I'm thinking about that and I said "hey, my turn, I get to take pictures this time."
Shortly I'll be in studio with Mike Turner recording Secret Place. It's a song about hiding. I think hiding is good sometimes. I was hiding back in 2002 when I wrote this song. I think you can hide out of fear or you can hide cause you're preparing something, or being prepared for something.
Same song, second verse:
It's not like I've been to the point where I'm supposed to break
And it's not like I've already taken more than I thought I could take
Not like I'd get what I got if it was mine to choose
Sometimes I wonder if maybe I was born to lose
Still, hypothetically, if it should happen to me
I think I'd run and hide, believe that I would run and hide...
In the Secret Place of the Most High...
A single phrase to describe my friend Darlene Taylor:
Hiding Seeker
Monday, August 25, 2008
Almost Conversation
Huge heart, this one. Selfless and compassionate, someone I count on to help with simple things like a ride from the airport, all the way up to promoting my next gig. So full of life. She deliberately lights up whatever space she occupies.
Today she says to me, "If a friend needs to hear something that's true but might hurt their feelings, I think it's important to tell them the truth." This is something that's been on my mind a lot lately. It's scary sometimes to say things that might offend someone enough to cost you the relationship. How do you choose? What would Love do?
Then she says, "It matters if they can hear the love in your voice. When I'm talking to a dog, they don't understand my words, but they can tell by the way I speak that I love them and they understand what I mean even if the words don't make sense."
So....did Angie just call me a dog?
A single phrase to describe my friend Angi Bernards: Funky Ninja Pirate Princess
Monday, August 18, 2008
What I'm Looking At: 8/18/08
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Muse
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Lunch With Thoreau
Friday, May 2, 2008
Poppa
Friday, April 4, 2008
Back In The Day
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Hanging with my boy
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Musician In The Park
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Skyline V---Sitting Room
Skyline V-------------------Sitting Room I know, right? I love my sitting room! Never had one before. Never sat much. I was always going, always doing. I like the way Tom Voccola puts it: I wasn't so much a human being as a human doing. I think maybe the sitting room was there all along. I just spent so much time in the office or the music room, I never came in here. I forget what JS calls this blue. It's either 'peace' or 'calm'. No wait, calm is in the storm-room. This one is peace.
I hear things. I hear the world around me. I hear the world inside me. I like the quietness in the sitting room now, but it used to drive me nuts. For a guy who's used to hearing noise all the time, it's pretty scary sometimes to hear silence. Even when I wasn't really watching, I'd have the TV on just for background noise. To be distracted, immersed in the comfortably chaotic hum of voices and pain besides my own.
Sometimes I hear music in my head from cd's I've listened to or music I heard live at the coffee-shop. I don't even drink coffee but I love that aroma, and the sound of a room-full of buzzing friendships, and the hush that falls when guitar-girl sings about young love and old beauty.
Sometimes I hear music in my head that wasn't from the cd. It's definitely one of my favorite sounds, when the new music comes. I used to think I was making it up. That was back when I thought I was alone up here. Did I ever tell you I'd been living here for years before I realized anybody lived above me? Turns out the guy upstairs is an amazing musician too. Yep, designer and musician. He goes by his initials, J.S. Not sure what it stands for. Yeah, sure I'll get you his contact info. It's in the office.
Sometimes I'd be in the office and hear this music and think I was crazy, and I found out later it was him playing; he's got tons of friends and they get together and play and I hear the bass and guitar and the percussion and the voices. It's good stuff. There's a music room back there down the hall with a sliding panel in the ceiling. We put the panel in during the remodel so I can hear better. Then I try to play it myself but it never comes out like I hear it. I'm getting better at it, though. Anyways, I'll show you that later.
Since I started using the sitting room, I've noticed a couple things. Silence doesn't frighten me anymore and, I have lots of company now. I'd be going and going and running and doing all day long and never take the time to just hang out with a friend and a cup of tea. Always on the move, hearing the noise, chasing the noise, running the race, whatever you want to call it. But I'm not gonna preach right now
I'd been hearing his music for a while and then I started trying to copy it and I was pretty good at that so I'd write down the words and sing the songs and people liked them, so I'd write down some more. After a while it got to be rather inconvenient, cause he kept playing at 3 am and I'd have to get out of bed to write them down. I wonder if that's when he played or if he'd been playing all day and I just couldn't hear anything with all the noise. Could be 3 am was the first time all day I'd been quiet enough to hear him.
Back around 2002 or so, I started really paying attention to the stuff I was writing down. I'd begun to suspect he knew I was writing them down. In fact, I started realizing that was his intention. He meant for me to hear them and write them down and show them to the other folks in the building. And I'll admit I felt a little manipulated. Like this whole time he'd been letting me think I was coming up with this stuff and when I found out it wasn't coming from me, I'm not sure why that upset me. I guess I kind of liked the idea that I was somewhat original. Thing is, it's really great sharing a song with somebody and having them tell you that it touched them and made a difference to them. And the more I wrote them down, the more I started paying attention to what they were about and then I noticed it was affecting me to sing them. Like, you can't really sing about love and then turn around and be a jackass to somebody you love, right?
Right about that time Merna from 4th pulled me over on the ramp by Mandate school and confronted me about what she called 'lip service'
She said, "are you for real with these songs? Do you mean this stuff?"
And this other guy from 4th told me, "if you were living your music, the woman you live with wouldn't be so upset. She hears you out on 2nd and 3rdsinging about patience and then she sees you back on 6th being impatient with her, and what she sees doesn't match what she hears…" I don't remember exactly how he put it, but I got the point. That's them right there on the wall of fame, that's Kevin with the funky bass and that's Merna over there with the braids. Turns out they know JS, too. Small world!
Yeah, back then there was a woman living here on 6th. That's her picture by the fireplace. That's another thing I like about this room—pictures. It's a good place to keep memories of the people I've sat with. People with whom I've shared tea and silence.
You know, there was one time early in '04 everything went silent for a while. Actually, it started around Thanksgiving the year before and went all the way through Valentine's Day. I'm talking absolute silence. Deathly silence. No visitors coming up. I don't know if JS was on vacation, but I couldn't hear him moving around up there. No walking on the ceiling, no music, nothing.
I'd been telling him to shut up cause I didn't like all his live-it-like-you-sing-it stuff. So at first, I was cool with the silence, then a month went and I missed the sound, and then another month and I was a little anxious, and by the end of the third month I was banging on the ceiling like "dude!! play something, I don't care what, just play something, anything!"
You know what I learned then? Silence below is uncomfortable; silence above is unbearable. Silence within lets me hear what's really going on.
When he came back, he said he was just respecting my wishes. I'd asked him to stop bothering me so he did. Now when it gets silent, I check in with him real quick and ask what's the reason and usually he'll tell me. Like right now, we're sitting here so I can be still. Stillness, that's big with him. That quote over there in the corner, that's from one of his books: "Be still and Know."Yeah, he's also a writer. Designer, musician, writer…
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