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A director expressed interest in me the other day for a role in “The Last Days of Judas Iscariot” and I was thrilled. I had submitted my name the preceding night, remembering a performance I’d seen back at school some years ago. Its the story of Judas standing some sort of trial in heaven, with …
"Here’s something that is true. Everything that I will more than likely need to assist me in my career awaits me in Los Angeles, CA.."That seems like a century ago, maybe because I am now actually here in Los Angeles. It may also have a lot to do with the fact that in the time …
I am becoming increasingly moved by the life and legacy of John Kennedy, especially after Dallek’s biography and watching the film ‘JFK’. There is something deeply poetic and moving in this man that calls for further exploration. The meaning lies not just in the man himself, but in what he represents to us and in …
Standing on a hill of greenAnd I stand alone.No people No Trees,No Rivers, LakesNo clouds in the sky.I am a nowhere manFor today.I am not sure how to feelOr what I am supposed to thinkAbout the dayThe nightsThe coming weeks and monthsThought I would stand steadyBut I thought I saw Feeling arrive over the distant …
Look into my eyes oh young deceiver.Jump into my dream now and I'll make you a believer.Open your mind and stare down into your falling, sinking well.Be wary of your ground, for you wear your soul on your lapel.Are you the sacred master of the hopeless and internally obscene?You, the golden calf, for those who …
For the record, I ought to point out that Jude is a lovely man who, to my knowledge, has committed no crimes or anything to feel this degree of apparent self-loathing. Then again, not all songs are necessarily about the songwriter. HahahaSinner's LamentJude RawlingI look to my leftI look to my rightTryin' to embrace the …
I sat at the old porchOf a childhood friendWhere sitting on a lawnchairWas dear ol' Jimmy Brown.He smiled wide and staredAnd I danced a jig on the ground.I happened to be wearing a blanketOf blue velvetFor no particular reason,Which gave me the appearanceOf some sort of sultan or emperor.And everybody adored (me).
There is fire burning within.I thought how wonderful it was to last so long.Never has it grown thin,Just given birth to soft melodies and epic song.I see the mountainAnd I will sing across hundreds more.I will fly across the seasAnd explore the high pillars of BabylonBefore I have to arrive here once moreAnd meet, once …
rocks leave trapped the spectral skies as Ophelia screams the thief in white. a farm bell tolls, siren lights appear at the top row of trembling Mediterranean fears there is no power so great, says she to tame the thieves of these odyssean seas to thwart the lords who deceive and leave their kingdoms displeased, …
There is a presence in the airThat whispers to us all.There is something calling to us all.There may yet be daylight before nightfall.And yet all who walk alongBeneath the beckoning skyPay no attention really.They listen, they blink. They move on and the message sinks.There ain't much left that's really dearExcept all they've been told to …
A teacher told me once that if I write, then I am a writer. That may be true. That probably is true, but I have a hard time accepting it. Upon my desk is a spread of various notebooks, post-its and other odds-and-ends that make my life seem very busy and interesting--almost like the desk …
Jude is an old friend of mine, we went to school together in Gainesville. Waking up this morning working on songs and am noticing that converting them from Garageband files to regular MP3 files on iTunes drastically reduces the sound quality. For the most part, all of the vocal effects like reverb and what have …
It is three o clock in the morning on Sunday, February 6 as I’ve woken up from a light sleep from the living room couch. Today will mark the 45th Super Bowl, between the Packers and the Steelers. Apparently the Packers are the team I should henceforth root for according to a Maddow report explaining …
There is a fury of rain and thunderCrashing outside the windowAs the sounds of jazz playIn the smooth aura of our room.Outside lie nature's fierce displayOf violence and mystery;And it eases with the waves of saxophones andSoft drum beats in a soft,Sexual tide that envelop us all in raw ecstasy.This storm frightens no one,Not one …
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Today brings in a new morning, or we’ll see anyway. We’ll see if I’ll be able to maintain a daily log on the computer. It’s a bit more difficult for reasons I cannot understand. If I end up losing steam perhaps I’ll just stick with the paper journal. I love that little brown journal though. …
Oh my darling Bette Davis You were a bitch and crude some still say But I love you oh specter of the night sky My dear beloved Bette Beneath your skin of rock I see beauty A delicacy that I could dive into and swim for all eternity. You were a legend you were a …
The walls of my house are no longer my own.I wonder if it should have taken me this long to realize.My purpose and calling, sister, lie somewhere down the road.I am well-fed and I show all a smile, yet the darkness does not escape my eyes.If you asked me yesterday what I was to doI’d …
As the sun rises, my mind races in panic to remember its youth,as it slowly reveals the moisture parading atop the grass.The memories of fate and long-forgotten dreamsrest deep beneath the lawn of bright green,Battles have been won, others just foughtI know not what this day or the next will bring.All I wish is for …
On this withering new morning,This first of December,I can feel the cold wind penetrateThe solid brick of my home.A Spring arrived this yearand yet within there was decay.A summer blasted and scorched in seething pain.Autumn settled and my spirit rest beneath the leaves.And as mother earth returns to sleepand her beauty fades to white,There is …
I have long been away. There can be no questioning that. I can't say whether I will henceforth be updating this account regularly as I had in the past. What I can say right now is that since my motorcycle crash last October, I have become engrossed by the powers of songwriting and poetry--both of …
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