The Grass and the Dirt

The writing of this song overlapped with the reading (still in progress) of Walker Percy's "The Second Coming." I think I'm going to like that book.

I'll Be Sorry

The best thing to say about this song is that the whole time I was writing and recording it, I felt like I had never done any such thing before. Beginner-mind, even if it is a neurochemical illusion, is an enviable state, in pursuit of which I am liable to spend or waste my entire life.

Here's the song (the eponymous of this post) that I'm talking about:




Here's another song, by way of a lagniappe:

Dan Reeder

It's been a long break from this blog. Some things have happened– from the crappy to the fairly cool. None of this concerns you, qua reader. I wrote a song, more on which at another time. And then I found out about Dan Reeder, the way people find out about anything these days. Listen to this:



or this:



Never have I been so OK with repetition (which normally triggers a seizure of rage in me). Never have I felt so thoroughly that I just have to start over. In other words, if each of ten angels kicked me in the head tonight, this is the kind of music I would hope to make in the morning.