--- When Ray called and told me that he was driving to Seattle once and for all and asked if I wanted to hitch along, I actually hesitated. I couldn't figure out what surprised me more: the idea of a cross-country road trip or the fact that I didn't jump up immediately and scream 'let's …
Bluebird
Lights remain dim on Hollywood sidewalks beneath a grey sky. We've long searched for light. It's found us at last, on a sleepy western morning And it embraces us from the longest night. There's a man playing guitar On an avenue of exhausted stars. His music echoes through the alleys, Through avenues near and far. …
Quentin Joss (the first interview)
Man 1: Good evening to you, sir. Man 2: Good evening. Man 1: Will you please state your name for the record. Quentin: (Long pause). My name is Quentin...Quentin Joss. Man 1: Thank you, uh excuse me. (Toward someone in the distance, off camera) Terry, could we get a bit more light in here please? Quentin: …
Haiti Song
Hey mister, I heard a thunder down past the mountain view. Hey mister, I heard a rolling wind. I dreamt a dream of a crying youth. Hey madam, can you help me? My heart has just gone and shook. I caught a glimpse of an angel, but she has faded beyond the brooke. Hey mama, …
‘Saints in the City’ (excerpt)
An excerpt from one of the main stories in the works about Rawling. Chapter 1 Jim Morrison died 40 years ago, and Jude Rawling wanted to write the next great American novel, the next ‘On the Road’ or ‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas’; and there was no denying that this trip was inspiring him …
Rawling’s Journal (When the Music is Your Only Friend)
Sitting in a bar is like sitting in a cage of wild, drug-induced beasts that are inclined by the power of nature to mate. The patrons wander the halls as the girls of the wooden, beer-soaked alleys talk to one another pretending not to notice any sort of attention. The men thus resort to roaming …
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Sky Parade
By Michael Quinn Drifting leaf, Allow me to catch you once Before you dance forever more in the wind. I want to save you from the floor, That place where the glory for all of us ends. Listen to me, honey baby. Don't you know I just wanna be your friend? Allow me one chance …
Clarence
The passing of Clarence Clemons has got me thinking about the very idea of death and whether it is the sort of thing that should be mourned or celebrated in the case of any human being. Every day henceforth will exist beneath a backdrop of a world without Clarence, and the world now seems vacant or …
Of the Twilight Jungle
Crawling on a neon leaf, Amid the rain Soaking the green and the trees; On planet Earth And in that core of the black masses, Lies a blue pearl that holds all of eternal life With all that lasts From this life to the next. Horror, Horror, Horror From the next morning until the …
The Case for the Miami Heat, the NBA’s Whipping Boy.
The Miami Heat got the living piss kicked out of them by what is being hailed as the new ‘America’s Team’, the Dallas Mavericks. Why are they hailed as such? Because the Mavericks defeated what eventually rose in the mind of society as an unbeatable, obnoxiously inflated and ego-driven giant of a sports team--a living …
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Orca Blue
What is a poor sailor to do? When he hasn’t got you To see him through, As the waves crash against my orca blue? What is young man to think? When you’ve left him all alone on white tombstone brink? What indeed am I left to think, When you’ve left me with a just a …
The Michael Phoenix Canon–Possible Prologue/Character Study
This is a prologue I had written a while back for the 'Michael Phoenix' canon (working title). There are more to come. I'm working on a new section for Quinby Street dedicated solely to the development of Phoenix, his world and the eventual epic that will focus on his life and trials. -Prologue- The room …
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6/6/2011 Rawling’s Journal (Cont.)
Another dream in which I am in a restaurant filled with friends new and old. Charlotte is there with some of her friends, though she appears completely different, looking a bit Latin. Her eyes and lips are fuller and more luscious than ever, almost as though she is another woman. Yet somehow, I still know …
Black Tie Event
Sitting in the backseat of an SUV. The air is cool but the ride is rough As we drive by the American flag With its edges torn. It waves triumphantly in the winter wind But it hasn’t got long. In the air there are walls of sand As we make our way to the black …
6/5/2011
Audition yesterday has me feeling a bit uneasy. I performed two songs for them, ‘Dresden’ and Dylan’s ‘Don’t Think Twice’, which may have been better than the two that the other guy performed before me. I go back and forth with that. They told me that I’d be getting $100 per gig. Yet consenting to …
6/4/2011
I had a dream in which I was torn madly in an intense fit of love and longing for Charlotte. Heidi M told me that she would be by the maps and the ferris wheel, the significance of which escapes me. I can correlate it only to the maps in my bedroom and my gazing …
6/3/2011
Spent day going over songs and acetates. Recording is an entirely different situation, but still fun nonetheless. Continuing an apparently ceaseless obsession with Oliver Stone pictures. I don’t know why. I just for some reason can't stop watching and getting into them. JFK above all others. If I were not committed to some idea of …
6/2/2011 Rawling’s Journal (Cont.)
I draw parallels between physical shape and proficiency, at least for tonight, in which I find myself feeling bloated from popcorn and soda following a midnight showing at the movies. X-Men: First Class. It had me reflecting warmly once again on my childhood back home. I wonder what the true ramifications are in such reflections …
Cactus Fields (Save Us All ) #2
I'm walking through a land Where it always threatens to rain. Then I'll look down and all around, And it ends up just staying the same. Everybody talks about making a change, And I take a look in their eyes. Seems we've all seen enough, (With each other and our own selves) and we've tried …
Carmen
She dances in dim lamplight, Hair a lovely wave Smoke in the clubroom, And thoughts evaporate in a soft and strung-out daze. Did you turn to me? They call you and spit your name Think I'd provide any more than the same? Well there's nothing I can say, though you may take me from my last …
Ren Michael 