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The Beginning  

Finally, you'll stop bottling up the depression and selling it at the supermarket. It's not a commodity. It's more of a person than any of us. Walking around with our shoes untied. Lace 'em up, boys. A storm is coming. 
(I wrote the above before my first day on the job, on a sticky note taped to my dresser door. So I'd be inspired before putting on the day? Yea. Unlikely, I know. But at the time it seemed like a good idea. Much of what I do plays out that way. I unbox things, rattle them around, and send them back angrily to the wrong address.) 
Back to the story. I live alone. It bothers me more in the mornings than at any other time. Not sure why. In the mornings I swing for the fences. I walk out in my underwear and plan world revolutions. None of them over-ambitious. You see, I'm a smart guy. A people person too. Multi-talented. People respect that.

A Migration 

(Jotted this while watching the ice-floats in the outgoing tide.) 

Ice 

There is a migration here. 
A messy death for something once as solid as stone and quiet as time 
No one should bear witness to this-- Id like to remember it as it was 
Not in pieces, dragged into the distance or dashed against the seashore amid the dirt

A Migration 

(Jotted this while watching the ice-floats in the outgoing tide.)

Ice

There is a migration here.

A messy death for something once as solid as stone and quiet as time

No one should bear witness to this– Id like to remember it as it was

Not in pieces, dragged into the distance or dashed against the seashore amid the dirt


Album Thoughts: Alberta Cross- The Thief and The Heartbreaker 

For me, Alberta Cross’ vocals are a prime example of the moving qualities that can lie behind a vocal performance alone, outside of lyrical content. It seems as though a vocal performance can carry a narrative with it, even if words are indistinguishable. Lead vocalist Petter Stakee carries this ability. His wandery, rambling oscillations in and out of falsetto, effortlessly combine with his gypsy-esque lyrical narratives.

Tracks I dig:

Lucy Rider- I always love when a song carries a refrain that holds no external significance, seemingly a random combination of words; but sticks in one’s head, and moves the listener. I’m rarely sure why this happens. Granted I have no idea how this song came about, I am familiar with the experience, as a writer, of having a song materialize in this way, and there being no doubt about the words.

Low Man- Carrries Stakkes’ distinctive wandering vocals from the begining, which for me, frames the song as a sort of distinct, memorable entity, rather than something that was constructed with intentional dynamics. Really is a powerful song, and I think It would be foolish to try to use language to distill out exactly why.

Thief and the Heartbreaker: Instrumentally brings to mind a Floyd-ish vibe at times. I really dig the feel

 


Beauty 

(Went out for a night run and stopped in the middle to write this. Struck by the beauty that surrounded me and how I am not that, how people are not that, we are something different. Tried to explore this)

Beauty

Let me out of this cage to be something like that which is all around me
That which I can breathe, that I can see, but cannot be
That I can use, dream of, that I can sing for, sing of, whatever I want, but never be
I can speak to it, speak of it, but never for it. It speaks in eternity
Im only a clumsy witness, like the rest of you


The Day After 

A follow up to the Poem “Ice”. written while walking along the same shore and observing what was there.

The Day After

The day after…
The few pieces that remain circle the shallows like carrion crows- Feasting on nothing but their own eventual end
Defeated but still alive
Though maybe not alive, maybe just floating corpses of what once was alive enough to die, or at least dissapear