I like don't like want to change to remain the same.

I am charming,

let me sing you to sleep with a soft, sweet, floating vox
I will paint the day away until no color remains in the sky
My daily yin and yang is a half-eaten New York style cheesecake on a black plate
all in our bellies adding more and more and more as we laugh and laugh and laugh...

I am not charming,

I play emotional chicken with myself, daring daring to rush headlong into mistakes
ending up scattered in pieces of insanity along the axons
I read between lines until they blur inexplicably
I toss the mess into a burning fire which resonates, originates from within.

Encircle Me While I Float Across the Sky

I want to meet (a) musicians who I can meld with seamlessly. I want their musical sonance and virulent cloudbursts of audial technicolor to wrap around my simple melodic strains like an enfolding embrace. It would look like this:

Except maybe not quite so amateurish. 

Tunnelvision

Strange decision...

 I often play around with covers, and taking this song from psychedelic trance-y sonata to unfinished backyard serenade was interesting. Instruments used: banjo, guitar, viola.

Here We Go Magic

Worship at their feet, they have more talent in their little split ends than most people do in their entire bodies.

Only Pieces, live show... beauty incarnate.

It's Casual... not heart-breaking.

Kina Beana

I love her. She is so pristine, so clear, so lovely, so honest, so talented. Listen, she will change your life. Or at least change your radio station. Which, as we all know, is a life-style change. So I was right to begin with.

http://www.kinagrannis.com/home/

love note

I want to be with you, brush up against you occasionally while making dinner together, laugh belly laughs with you about something inane... I want to fight with you, I want to have make-up sex with you... I want to wake up in the morning and have you there next to me, breathing deeply and exuding warmth like a sleeping volcano. I want to be there for you when you feel like things are shitty, I want to be your safety net, your shoulder, your comfort, your home... whenever you need arms to wrap around you I want to be the person those arms are attached to. I want to make life happen with you... I want to see your face every day for the rest of our lives, see the age lines draw themselves on the skin-canvas like Japanese water color... I even want to make more of you, another you, another me, just combined into someone more lovely than the sum of their parts... we could make life great. You make me happy. I want to make you happy, too.

Land of Goshen

Holy crackers!!! It has been a long time since I posted last...