Past the second story Beagle, down the street to the Greyhound that inexplicably turned into two terriers a couple weeks ago, take a left at the German Shorthaired Pointer, then it’s a twenty minute walk to the blue merle Great Dane. From there, we can either march resolutely all the way to the twin Afghan hounds or [Read more…] about Past The Second Story Beagle
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Bliss
“Bliss” happened a couple years ago, in Portland Oregon. It’s one of those songs that tells the future. I mean, it told the future, but I still didn’t see the future coming; I hardly ever do. One of the pitfalls of being more concerned about a guitar part or a production technique than what a song is attempting to [Read more…] about Bliss
Thank You
I’m never quite sure I’m reaching everybody when I send out an email or Tweet or whatever. I thought I’d post this here, just to increase the odds that it’s seen by whomever, whenever, wherever.
I like Thanksgiving. It’s lovely that we have a holiday devoted to appreciating what’s good in our lives.
Like most of us, I spend a lot of time focusing on what needs [Read more…] about Thank You
Flooding
Having heard “Flooding” every night on the last tour (I kept opening with it, inexplicably, ’cause I didn’t know it yet), Billy wanted to hear it again, but he wanted to hear it the way it was bouncing around inside his head. I did too, ’cause I’d only heard the version that bounced around inside my head.
So I gave Billy the wheel and he steered “Flooding” in an impressionistic, [Read more…] about Flooding
Glass
To see or not to see? I don’t know anybody who wants to see everything all the time. A whole lot of crap out there is unsettling, so we shut our eyes and turn off lights and peer through opaque “Glass”, hoping our brains make up something better than what’s really out there. If a nearby personality begins to disintegrate and show us its component parts, we hope it grows quiet and wanders away–soon!–before things get uncomfortable.
In the dark, though, we find ourselves in the dark. There’s gotta be more than this, we think, turning on the light, and soon find ourselves looking out the window and asking questions until we come across some piece of information, visual or otherwise, that’ll help us make it through another day.
Should glass people be clear or cloudy? I don’t know. Warily, I let them sleep on the couch in the sunshine and sooner or later, flies are waking up, another spring is here, and it’s time to open the windows again.
Love,
Kristin
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