Be sure to download my latest 7-song release from iTunes if you haven't already grabbed it from Amazon. As always, tell your friends and relations about it and stay posted for more news in the weeks to come!
So for anyone who may have been wondering about the fabled follow-up to Far Cry From Gone, wonder no more. The My Good Thing EP is now available for download on Amazon as well as a few other sites. For those of you waiting for iTunes availability, you should only have to wait another week or two so stay posted.
I've added loads of photos to the Gallery Page so be sure to check them out. I'll continue to update as I unearth treasures (and skeletons) from the closet of my past.
This day's work is my dying swan,
Extinct, but for your porch light on.
The lock pins rise to greet my key,
And set your captive lamp glow free.
My woolen, wet with rain and haste,
Finds bald-head hooks here, neatly placed,
With craning necks toward the ceiling-
Stained-sky, stepped-through, plaster peeling.
And I, with lonesome, blacked-eye pride,
An heirloom from my mother's side,
Now put to rest the coat and hat
And charge my boots to guard the mat,
Like crooked lions at the gate,
Where into falls the crushing weight,
As old dreams, slipping slowly down,
During my childhood my grandmother's next door neighbor was an elderly widower named Lige whose head wobbled uncontrollably at all times. I later learned that he suffered from severe alcoholism and that when his head wobbled it usually meant that he had been drinking, but the concept of alcoholism was unknown to me at that time in my life and so I just considered the wobble a rather amiable mannerism which, if anything, added to his quirkiness as a next door neighbor.
Yesterday having been a long day that turned into an evening of equally tedious length, I phoned my friend Goforth later in the evening from the car just to see what he would say to make me feel somewhat alive again.
I decided to go to my job today, even though I was still feeling bad from whatever bug I’ve been fighting with. Brother Vincent called on his way out of Hendersonville where he had been pumping concrete for a swimming pool deck. He wanted to know did I want an early lunch and did Christoph want to come too. We said yes and it wasn’t long before it was the three of us again just like it used to be before so much changed. We decided to go to the Dinner Bell, a little meat and 3 where I figured I could get catfish and a biscuit.
I've been drinking diet coke lately. I'm not sure why. I've always been fundamentally opposed to diet drinks, mainly because of the horrible chemical taste so I'm not sure how this snuck in. But you know what? That diet coke chemical is totally addictive! I crave it fortnightly... (Also Mexican food and breakfast at Bongo Java coffee shop have been high on my list of things I didn't realize I spend so much money on each week. If anyone ever wants to meet me at Bongo at 7:30 AM someday or at La Hacienda for lunch, just say the word and I'm there.)