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Reste de l'or.

Posted on November 13, 2013 with 2 comments
Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay. 



Robert Frost





Funny, I come to France and see The Outsiders, this film that was made in my hometown.  The theatre was packed.  Fabien, the director of the festival, introduced it, the complete novel version.  And we all became engrossed in the beauty of the greasers and their clan.

France kinda reminds me of the US in the 50s or 60s.
And the French love the underdog.  
They are the underdog. 
 Or have been throughout history, it seems.

When I played at the French Hen, S.E. Hinton and her husband used to come in there to eat.  If I wasn't so shy and busy playing, I would have loved to have talked with her.  I think he played guitar.  And they seemed to listen to the French songs i played and always left me a [...]
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"Press 9 only in the case of an emergency such as death, rape, or abduction."

This was the after hours voice message of the American Embassy in Paris.

It was good to know they considered such things emergencies.
The fact that I had no money, though, did not fit into that category so I hung up.

Ah, La France.  
I'd forgotten all of its charm!
And I feel fortunate just being back here.

If souls were to have a nationality, I'm pretty sure i have a French one.

So, I spent 5 hours walking in the cold rain yesterday looking for a bank, or somewhere, to exchange my travelers checks.  Yes, it's been that long since I traveled.  Come to find out, La France made a national decision about two years ago to no longer accept travelers checks.  And today is Sunday and tomorrow is a national holiday, and everything is closed. And still there is nothing in France that is open 24 hours.   

Isn't that beautiful?

And frustrating for an American.  

Places close for [...]
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Just another day.....

Posted on November 9, 2013 with 1 comment
Part I: 
Feel like I'm from a different epoch, a different century, maybe I'm just back to the future, maybe I'm from another planet.  I haven't flown IN YEARS.  Who are these strange creatures?  What is this incredible security system. Is everyone a terrorist?  Why must they confiscate my huge brand new bottle of Smart Water and test it before they dispose of it? I've only had a sip, just eaten a salty meal.  I'm an idiot.  

Never thought I'd fly again.  Been there, done that.  So much beauty in the world. So many places and people to explore.  But so many spaces in the heart and love for another yet untouched.  So much gardening to do.  I miss my home.  Miss my mom.  Miss my friends and family.  Miss my puppy dog.  Everyone is on their phone or their computer or their tablet.   Two men standing nearby are talking about their Smart phones.  Two men sitting nearby are talking about how incredibly [...]
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Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

Posted on September 10, 2013 with 2 comments
 
It was after midnight when our train pulled into the station just beyond the outskirts of town. Why a train station outside of town?  It was late and we were in Portugal.  Little made sense.  The few passengers who got off at the station dispersed into the dark and only my traveling companion and I were left. The station was closing and they shooed us away.  But where to go?  The buses had stopped running for the day.   There was not a hotel nor a hostel anywhere near.  No all-night cafe.  Nothing.  This was the big middle-of-nowhere.  

There was one squat, square building next to the station.  It was clean with a beautifully manicured lawn surrounding it and several big shady trees that made up a little courtyard that was enclosed by a three-foot stone wall with openings on all four sides of the building.   Ahhh... a welcoming idyllic scene.  It was inviting.  We unloaded our backpacks and guitars and after traveling [...]
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Moore

Posted on May 22, 2013 with 1 comment


It's astounding.
Left Okemah one week ago today to play at the South East Regional Folk Alliance in NorthCarolina and to do some songwriting in Nashville along the way....And just before leaving, I threw some moonflower and morning glory seeds in the ground, and planted some cucumber, zucchini, and squash seeds; and finally got more onions in the ground....And now, I'm home.And in one week, all the seeds have sprouted and are up, along with everything else in the garden.
And on Monday, most of the city of Moore was razed to the ground within less than an hour by an F-5 tornado.


And Okemah dodged a bullet....


Here's a rough draft of a song i'm workin on....
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Begin Again
(Moore, Oklahoma)
Watch the storms roll inFairweather friendsWe can't stop the winds from blowinAnd in the end, in the end, we begin againCaught in Little RockWatch as now what's notWe can't stop the winds from blowinAnd in the end, in the end, we begin again     [...]
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