Drift / islands. Accentuating currents to make danceable; eroding beaches for new castles. At the crossroads (the meaning of my name), surfing occurs. Seeking songs between castles and fathomless depth. Artifacts as signposts or portals, made idols by tradition.
Come to life. Not anticipating the fossil of a lung — is that impossible? The breath of song. Sometimes dusting off the oldies to find fresh air.
Hank Williams has always seemed like kind of a cartoon to me, but I recently sang one of his songs for the first time and it was a transmission. Ginsberg used to say a written poem is a blueprint for an energetic/emotional experience to be unlocked by some future person's body and breath. At the David Grisman 80th birthday bash, Joe Craven — the magical emcee “sound farmer” bongo player — said "All tradition begins as innovation. All innovation comes out of tradition."
Head(y)line(s)
Evening poem
Morning poem
Tea Newbs Whatever Hour Vol. 3
Listen on Spotify, and if you know how I can share a link for other platforms, please let me know!
I Felt the Evening Come Through the Window - Yves Jarvis \ Seismic - Mid-Air Thief \ Sunspot - Van 2 - Northampton, MA - 06/10/01 - Sunburned Hand Of The Man \ I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry - Hank Williams \ Springtime Again - Sun Ra & His Arkestra \ Jerusalem - Simon Finn \ Ain't No Tellin' - Mississippi John Hurt \ Reservoir - Young Jesus \ My Bucket's Got A Hole In It - Hank Williams, Drifting Cowboys \ I Don't Love Nobody - Elizabeth Cotten \ Better Git It in Your Soul - Charles Mingus \ Dark Hollow - Bill Monroe, The Blue Grass Boys \ I Hear It's the Best - Sun City Girls \ Hillbilly French - The Savage Young Taterbug \ God Only Knows - The Langley Schools Music Project
