I don't know why I chose to post this... everything else that I recorded today was very positive, sort of... really... [[[RIGHT CLICK; USE "SAVE AS" OPTION]]]my boat.mp3 (short sample segment - 1.35 mb). I've been playing a lot lately and feel as though I've reached a new level of experience... or so, something. Perhaps the full moon is coming ( Read more... )

existentialism.

I’m seriously considering taking my income tax return and making a break for it.

I played guitar for such a long time the other day, it had been quite a while; it was nice to have the place to myself, I'm happy with a lot of the things that I was able to get down/record.

sol (sample).mp3 (1.45mb) ...this one broke through a couple times but it's still sort of noisy, oh well... I mean good! (Haha!)

I had started up another journal for more personal things because I'm so self concious about sharing my thoughts with people that I don't really know. I decided to copy the last couple of entries into this one anyway, maybe I'll just use it (the other journal) as a sort of in between filterbox for some entries until deciding whether or not I ( Read more... )

I discovered this book, an original copy (from 1909), in my great Grandmothers’ small library soon after she died. I was much younger at the time but still enjoyed reading it.

...just came across this text version online. It's a simple story, still though, very nice.

( The Land of the Blue Flower )

Spring for shooting stars, subtle nuances, and words conceived.

I found this file kicking around my hard drive. I'm usually so interested in recording new material that I put off editing and refining things that I had already recorded. I like this one; I'm going to put some work into it. Here is a short sample from the eight minute recording...aL_sample.mp3..(706kb).

It is such a beautiful night... earlier this evening I observed bare trees as they swayed in the wind atop the nearest mountain (I was amused by the sight for some reason) ...watched a giant yellow moon rise out over the gentle slopes of my horizon (it must be full), and listened to the strange sounds of nature in winter (there were so many; at ( Read more... )

I look at the knots of this writhing tree as thought they were pride,
dead loch… the pith of eternity.
All things like this and that were meant to perish.
We have nothing.
The pure scents of real things have come and gone.