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, …

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 …

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 …

He Ain’t Me

the city's alive you best believe you can look into its eyes you can feel it breathe city of night, so open and lonesome the quiet scream I'm still waking from the long strung-out dreams you see once again I’s tricked just like I said I's bamboozled in the moonlight, as she’d met some other …

how it began. I hear that train a-comin’

John 'Jack' Lucious Quinby is a journalist who specializes in current affairs and American music. Jude Moonlight is a musician and songwriter, a blues singer and guitar playin' vagabond. The following is a transcript of one in several conversations between the two friends, though the date of the recording is unknown.  We are quite sure …

Dark Dancer

I might have had a dream where I rode in from Europe I came in from the sea, strode upon the shores of my hometown Miami & up to Lauderdale too Here I was There she was Dancing in the dark 'neath purple and blue neon, cigar smoke over barroom tables dance floor, vacant except …

Caravan Song

It's easy to lose yourself in the desert. When you abandon the basics, the building blocks of navigation laid down by generations before--like following the sun, where it rises and sets--then it becomes easy to lose your sense of direction too. When you've lost your sense of direction, along with sense of self, neither way …

Tonight I Roam

Oh moon Home to seven trembling faces Nameless, blank expressions Your face, the friendliest I’ve known Oh moon Home to my heart and soul Your soft glow Carries me ‘cross the night Though I tremble by thy naked hand Oh moon Stranger to the angels and to blues sparrows flying like arrows in silhouette across …

Beyond Notion

Beyond notion You are unfolding epic thundering enveloping the cosmos, and yet here you are within me, my heart beating quiet, unassuming ever gently within me, yea you are a companion always

‘A guy who grooved on his own head.’

Yesterday I had me one hell of a good time playing some music for the people.  I think I could get used to this. And so the morning has been splendid.  MY girl’s telling me that even my skin’s looking good.  It could be the sunlight.  Could be the moon from last night.  Bob Dylan …

Dean Martin (Man on the Mountain)

Man this music is making me feel some kind of way. I’m staying purposely vague. But I will say Dean Martin sounds like a titan, standing tall from the highest mountain in the darkest night beneath the rain and furious thunder. I never really understood so fully, as I feel I do now. & while …

Gypsy Theatre (Moonlight & Clyde)

I was standing on a street corner on the outskirts of town Away from some trouble I’d seen come ‘round When I saw an old maiden look my way, and Say “Hey Mr. Moonlight, you're a long way from LA.” Now her hair, it fell funny, and she had teeth of gold She wore on …

On the move…

When I'm on the move, I write in verse Small poems to most accurately or honestly reflect the things going on around me, and how I feel about those things Often times, most of the time, these poems aren't any good But other times, they turn out alright. Simple. To the point. Just getting the …

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, …

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 …

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