Just finished reading Townes’ biography, “To Live’s To Fly,’ by John Kruth, and decided to sit down and try this slowed down verj that me and Owen Bala been howling on.
I figure a song this good – you never want it to end; so why not let it stretch out like the endless road, and savour every morsel, while you damn well can! These were the first takes, but sometimes, (ha, right guys?), I get excited to share: what I experience as magic: those first takes. Like a pilgrim wandering curious and careful – and not a little disoriented – in a sweet spell of reverb, words, notes and rhythm that somehow means more than anything …back down on Earth.
That’s the steady rain on the roof of my ’76(?) 19 foot Winnebago Empress RV, red wine in my belly, and this little demo sounding out a spooky kindred feeling, floating all around and heralding a new, yet long awaited kinship.
It feels so good to get around to this book, to having my Townes phase, and this Austin City Limits photo seemed perfect, since I’m headed there in March to play at SXSW. Maybe some folks from there will hear this, and we can fall in love.
I hope you enjoy this sound, Dear Reader-Friend, even just a little bit as much as I do. For then, I’d feel like I’d done something right.
Stay tuned for more love letters, to you, and to all of Our Mighty Ancestors Of Song.
Haha – she was cut short here of the finish, because my macbook is from 2008, automatically snips youtube files at 10:00, or something.
DIY and proud of it, baby!!
A Revolutionary’s Love Poem: