The Switzerland Papers #1: High Times at the Funny Farm

Interlaken, Switzerland I rode into Interlaken at sundown and spent my first and only night there at the Funny Farm.  That’s the youth hostel where I booked my stay, because with a name like that, it was hard to resist.   Interlaken’s a resort town made for the outdoors and for the outdoor enthusiast—not exactly …

Letters #1: On writing

Like just about anything creative, it's a river. Or stepping into one. And once you're in it, you let it take you.   You might exert some of your own will onto it but ultimately when things are going best, it's the river that decides.  And it speaks through you as well as to you, …

Letters #2: Influences

When you’re starting out you may find that there are many writers and musicians whose work you dig, but I'd keep an eye out for those who really knock your socks off, who make you want to dance naked in the street, howl at the moon and make love to strangers; who, when you read …

I’m going back in

I’m going back in where things are seen by stepping back and laying low staying loose, ready to go this is only a pome, but we’re on the move never free bound to earth to make the scene just breath and see dance and dwell right in your beat there you’ll see it’s you and …

Who Profits?

Words & Music by Ren Michael I need a good friend Who goes on more than instinct Though when you show me the source Don’t pretend not to blink You claim to report But now you tell me what to think I’m over it man I’m here the brink I’ll see you at home I’ll …

The Wake Up

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Only Love For me there is only the road. Sometimes I think it's the only real home for me listening to good music and digging every new place I see and all the old places too with the sun in my eyes and above me the moon and the stars. It's a real sweet spot, …

I think I’ll be living in Santa Fe pretty soon

I think I’ll be living in Santa Fe soon picture me walking ‘long a New Mexico road that Pueblo adobe & streetlights of candlit brown paper bags on a winters night me and the moon and You standing before St. Francis cathedral yea I can see it I can see that being my little midnight …

I write on the backs of napkins

I write on the backs of napkins I write on scraps of tissue paper for you ought to not sweat the fancy jet the time yet, no or the old lessons of propriety don't stack that shelf full of fancy volumes, neither no, don't overload the head with journals with their pages crisp and clean …

On Meditation

I was thinking about Headspace and how it was the real introduction to mediation for me.  I think it’s a great app for the beginner, and it does a wonderful job at making something long-considered esoteric more approachable and welcoming.  I started in the early Spring of 2016 and I continued meditating consistently for the …

Stationhouse Blues

This is the first song that I recorded, chopped and produced on my own, the first that I had fully ready to go even before the debut album,   However, at the time, it didn’t quite fit with the rest of the songs on deck, and I was more keen on releasing a full album …

Cambria Kicks

Tucked away on California’s central coast, just a mile or so south of San Simeon leading into Big Sur, the small seaside village of Cambria is home to great people, beautiful weather and stunning coastal shoreline. For all you romantic lovers out there looking for a sweet spot for anniversaries or maybe your Valentines weekend, …

Kerouac

I read your words late this morning to rock and roll in the living room booming, resounding as clouds roll, overcast in mysterious oncoming afternoon daze......... Are we here? Is everybody in? Is that working now. Is it just me? Do I type too fast? I am just? Trying to type my poem, for Kerouac …

#24/8

I keep reading about your life wanting to know more and see, increasingly how much one can learn from you, by your example. your level of commitment your discipline, vision your athleticism and focus a keen intellect. with respect to your craft and further… a heightened awareness of self a devotion to your family and …

catching up

Well friends it’s been a busy year. I’ve been trying to write my book, and fortunately I’ve been able to do more than just try.  I've actually finished my first manuscript.  Yea man, in between the extremes of do or do not, I've opted for the positive. Yoda would be happy. The songs are coming …

there’s a carnival tonight

Last night I stepped into a carnival. Quite literally.  We were coming in from downtown and as we emerged from the LA underground at the Santa Monica/Vermont metro station we found ourselves surrounded by neon lights and funnel cake, bumper cars and clowns. The damn clowns. Anyone who knows me well knows that I’ve developed …

Cassandra

pure unbridled, uncompromising romance, yes it's falling to your knees, and opening your heart to everything you think you know, and ultimately before all which is unknown this is a Hail Mary before Mary, and every other sacred mother and daughter to the vast and darkest wilds you can swim in through eternity by looking, …

let it all be a dream

I can feel myself drifting farther from you a glass plane framed between us in a cold, dark room I can’t feel myself breathe neither, no just a weight in my chest bringing me down I can’t catch my breath where have my friends gone? how long can I go? I feel used up, wasted …

LA Renaissance #1

The Hungarian rhapsody by dear ol' friend Franz Liszt as I've read the words aloud to myself and feel that I might recite them all as they become bonded to my own in soul, as I proclaim this new music of ours o'er the cliffs of Cambria at Moonstone Beach, as my forebears brought me …

typing late at night

typing late at night the halls are silent kitchen’s quiet, all I hear is the tapping of the keys the low hum of the fridge and the sound of the lonesome rider driving in the night, as ever down Normandie I hear him the lone rider he’s outside my window waiting not quite lonely, no …

staying grateful during a headcold

Yea I’m grateful to breathe at the least, and hey I've got my lady with me as she calls out rigatoni, time to eat it’s you and me, baby with our pup Sunny and a box of kleenex I’m grateful for you for our friends and our family and like I say thankful just to …

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