Sometimes when I go to record
My microphone picks up the radio
Or maybe it's the wire or the interface
That makes it be so
At any rate
I can listen to the country station
While recording vocals in three part
How wonderful is that?
How great for my art!
Another blizzard is coming
I can hardly believe
We have so much snow
How will it ever leave?
My mom texted me and told me
That the storm is on its way
And then she said that she's
"hunkering down"
And asked what I'm doing today
Well I'm not hunkering down quite yet
I've a gig at the Cedar tonight
I hope the storm can cool it
So that I can get there and
then get home alright
Drawing on the blackboard
Pictures in the sky
Gonna paint a memoire
And not even try
I was 32 years old
When i finally realized
The 'w' in 'sword' is silent
This was kinda a surprise
It happened at a church
Where i directed a choir to sing
The whole lot of them corrected me
It was a really stupid thing
But like seriously, come on,
”Sword” is not a word I ever used
It’s just not in my vocabulary
Which is why I was confused
My number one priority
for this year
is to come up with a new
live set
I'm a little disappointed
that I have not
done that yet
It's been bugging me real bad
And causing me frustration
I keep getting sidetracked
with things like
painting and animation
But yes the new live set
And another album too
These are my priorities
The things I really gotta do
I went to bed
late last night
After midnight
and the sky was white
because of the trapped light
It is a cloudy night sky
that causes that weird off white glow
it was a peaceful way to end the day
with the gentle falling snow
So I have a water fountain
Sitting in my studio room
And now I have a mineral mountain
Sitting on stop of that
Cuz it turns out our tap water
Has like, a LOT of minerals in it
There is the white chalky stuff every where
And not just a little bit
So many calcium deposits
After just a week have appeared
And it really does make a hill
In this one spot, it's weird
I'm not sure how i feel
About the constant trickle trickle
And when i'm trying to record
It's kind of a pickle
So I should turn the thing off
But turning it on and off is bad
So I just leave it running
And let the trickle add
To the ambience
There's a nocturne by Chopin
That i learned back in the day
That gives me a specific memory
Every time i play
I can go ten years
with not seeing the score
but one glance and a memory is back
just as it was before
And that's of billy elliot
From the movie that i love
And his epic final leap
into the air so high above
it's just 4 bars of music
a simple little passage
and billy elliot is right there
leaping above the page
the piano is his stage
And i'm just sitting there watching
Back in college this would happen
every time i practiced that part
that little ballerina boy
and his dancing would always start
And then he'd be gone
As if he was never there at all
And days later, same music, same spot
And bam there he is.
And then I put that song away
And never think of it til today
When ten years later
I whip out that song
Get to that part and
boom
billy's been there all along
just waiting!
So I’m writing this at midnight
I just spent three solid hours
Staring at my ipad
Making an animation
So totally absorbed
in every little illustration
And the accompanying orchestration
that I nearly burnt the whole place down
To my great mortification
You see,
I forgot that I was boiling a pot of water
In the other room
and when I finally went into the kitchen
There was a strange smell in the air
the pot had been sitting bare
on the hot hot burner
for quite some time
SO much so
that the ENAMEL WAS MELTING
inside the pot
There used to be holes in the enamel
ANd now there are not.
The bottom of the pot is completely smoothed over
Cuz of the enamel just melting away
And the wood handle was starting smoke
It could have been a real bad day
Had I not discovered it in time.
Moral of the story:
Ingeborg is no longer allowed
To use the stove
When she is making art
The end.
