Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael My hands shake they’re not mine Rain falls, can’t recognize My eyes frozen in time Mirror broken, this home ain’t mine I see my brother’s sweet day In bright daylight it fades Stranger beside me prays I’m lost in falling rain I remember your sweet kiss Your loving arms, …
The Road to Big Sur II
My new life in LA was wearing me thin and I decided that I needed to get away. The plan was to drive up to San Francisco and stay there for a few days. I was told that I should take the 1 Highway, that even though it was a longer route, it offered a …
Quentin Joss
Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael On the southern streets of the Delta May They hum a tune of old, stone-cold eyes through the day, Yea, I'm the Man in Black I sing an old shaman's song Oe'r dust upon glass for the long awaiting dawn. And as fallen rain shines 'neath the quarter noon …
Girl, I’m Your Boy
Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael When I see your lover, baby When I see your man You know I'll never go under, honey Some day you'll understand That I'm your boy Not your toy I walk both day and night To even the score More and more I can't get you out of my …
Cassandra
Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael Like finding a river after walking through hills of sand, I saw you girl, reached out to grab your hand. When you stood surrounded by city shadow, how many knew your name? You dancing child, city ghost, staring through the dark like a sacred flame? I'm just a traveller, …
For Charlie Parker
Late in the night tonight, just some minutes ago I wrote a piece for Charlie Parker, after a watching a documentary on him earlier tonight. The influence he had on me creatively, in those early years that I moved out here, and the influence he continues to have on me cannot be overstated and he …
The Crystal Ship (And I Love Her)
Folsom Prison Blues
I done got myself thrown in jail. But I played the ol' boys a song and posted my bail...I sang my way to freedom!
An actor, like a rolling stone.
My foray into acting began after returning from Portland last year. It was around that time that I took a hiatus from writing. I won't know if the break was a good idea until later. For now, I'll begin to explain where I've been. Though it's always been in Los Angeles. My city. Listening to …
Happy Birthday, Bobby.
Yesterday I realized that I’d missed Bob Dylan’s birthday. What do I mean by ‘missed’? Don’t know. I guess I didn’t get to stand back in reflection and think about him for a good five minutes or so. Play a song of his off my library or something. Just the idea of that strikes me …
Ren Michael 