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Filey Brigg

Posted on August 26, 2015 with 1 comment
Filey Brigg

Didn't wanna go
But then, it's so good to be gone
 Here along the beach
The North Sea sings her song

Seagulls wake me
Make me shake the time 
Right the wrongs
Sometimes it takes a whole lot of nothing before something good comes along


Filey Brigg
Filey Brigg
Since I quit dancing with the devil
I walk upon your back instead


Beyond the dirt
In this sand and mud
Across the moors and in the hurt
We sing our song


Follow the lead of the heart
In the wild wind, 
Hear Justice call
Sometimes it takes a whole lot of nothing for something good to come along
                                                                                 
Then, 


Filey Brigg
Filey Brigg
Since I quit dancing with the devil
I walk upon your  back instead


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"Sometimes I feel very sad....."

Posted on December 27, 2014 with 4 comments
Was running just a little bit late to Bell Labs Studios the other day.  It was our last day to mix the VAGABONDE record-- finally!  But I was also running out of gas, so stopped at the Love's at Exit 120 where the sign said the price for unleaded was $1.99..... By the time I finished filling up and was pulling away, the sign then said the price was $1.97.  I looked at the receipt, and damn, missed it.  

Everything is in the Timing.  

I'm out of time. Out of money. Out of patience with the time that it's taken to make this record.  But there's still so much to do.  And I'm afraid I've proverbially bit off way more than I can chew.

One summer, I was living and working in Greece, on the island of Paros and just outside the window of my apartment there was a big beautiful fig tree. It looked to be about 100 years old. The month before I had to leave,  I watched these figs ripen. Every day I looked at them and counted my days left on the island and [...]
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It was late when I stopped by Mom's apartment. 
She answered the door whispering to me, "Daddy is asleep in the other bedroom." 
"Huh?  Dad is?" 
"Yes," she said, "Daddy is...or is it Mother? Well, someone is." 
I didn't argue with her. For all I knew, there really was someone asleep in the other room.   Even though in this reality there was nobody asleep in the other room, and i would soon be sleeping in there.   In that other dimension, maybe there was someone in there.  In fact, there probably was.

The week prior, I was talking about films and sitcoms to Grae. I asked him if he liked the Big Bang Theory, told him I loved it. He said, no-- "but my future second ex-wife liked it a lot and I got her the box-set." 

On another occasion, Leslie was in the kitchen cooking and I had just gotten to Norman and was throwing some  different clothes on for the gig that night.  All of a sudden Wayne and Grace start squawking up a storm. Leslie [...]
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C'était le temps des fleurs

Posted on December 23, 2013 with 2 comments
Yahia, my dear old friend, used to say unequivocally that Paris was "La Plus Belle Ville du Monde." 
Which surely must be true.
But the Metro smelled like piss.
Maybe every metro smells like piss.

I took the RER from Gare de Lyon to Chatelet les Halles and waited for the connection to Charles de Gaulle airport.   It was rush hour crowded but i got onto a car of the tram that held less than a dozen people.

I dumped my heavy bags and my guitar on the seat in front of me and crumpled into the chaise across the way from two German twenty-something girls.  They were all dressed up in some matching sort of black and white fashion, they wore bright red lipstick and were busy discussing something.   A few people behind me were talking quietly.

I looked up above the doors at the linear map showing the stops before we reached the airport.  It looked to be about a 20 to 30 minute ride.

All of a sudden, I hear singing.  

At the other end of the car, a slight, dark [...]
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What is the definition of heaven?  


A French chef, a German engineer, an English policeman, an Italian lover, and a Swiss banker.


This was one of the only jokes I used to know.  
Brent in Switzerland recited it to me the other day and it was funny to hear it again after all these years.  I reminded him that I had told it to him a long time ago when i used to play my steady gig at Rick's Cafe Americain in Tulsa and they used to all come out on Wednesday evenings.

On the TGV now going back to Paris.  I've got a book with me, L'Alchimiste by Paulo Coelho.  Read it in English a long time ago, thought I'd read it again this time  in French.   It's the story of a shepard  boy who goes on a pilgrimage and in the course of his journey, learns of a treasure, falls in love, gets beat up, and discovers a secret:  the treasure has been buried behind his home in his backyard all along.   Something like that.

My French sucks right now.  Use [...]
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