6/26/07
6/24/07
6.24.07
many times before
have i been here
have i walked on by
waiting for you
to stand by my side
burned beyond all
reborn to the pure
set back on the path
backyard secrets
out in step
i have waited for you
to taste the breeze
in the years to come
from so long ago
never forgotten
forests of time
spirits in the wind
down from the sky
my eyes burn
ive only ever glanced you
my hands are home
on yours
with your eyes i am seen
for the first time
in the last walk
naked steps on the beach
rippled spray keeps the pace
pink skies dip the world beyond
as we journey in the sea
laughing at the waves break
have i been here
have i walked on by
waiting for you
to stand by my side
burned beyond all
reborn to the pure
set back on the path
backyard secrets
out in step
i have waited for you
to taste the breeze
in the years to come
from so long ago
never forgotten
forests of time
spirits in the wind
down from the sky
my eyes burn
ive only ever glanced you
my hands are home
on yours
with your eyes i am seen
for the first time
in the last walk
naked steps on the beach
rippled spray keeps the pace
pink skies dip the world beyond
as we journey in the sea
laughing at the waves break
6/21/07
Home
As much as I feel like a transplanted fish out of water some days here - I'm glad I'm home in Worcester after a long weekend away. My ol' stompin' grounds ain't what they used to be and neither am I. I have carved out my own piece of ground here in the dirty Northeast and kind of dig it. My back finally feels like it's against something and I may even feel some roots for now.
I have to add that no one builds a better sanctuary than my folks. I was transported back to long summer days on my folks old patio during this weekend at their newly constructed "outdoor room." Quiet serene suburbia is only way to describe. Even airplanes miles overhead where silent.
I have to add that no one builds a better sanctuary than my folks. I was transported back to long summer days on my folks old patio during this weekend at their newly constructed "outdoor room." Quiet serene suburbia is only way to describe. Even airplanes miles overhead where silent.
6/15/07
Road worn and weary
I have been shaking cobwebs and beer tabs out of my brain lately drudging up tales of duct tape, dropping pedals and cleaning Skittles out of air conditioning vents. Back in the good ol' 90's my bro Boogie and I got to rub elbows and bend some with the best of 'em. Been missing the days of smelling venues before they open and even when the last call beacons erupt the room with white light. Nothing says a good show than "fucked up club smell." If only they made an air freshner!
Missing: Long days starting and stopping days in the van. Sweet band riders - nuthin' tastes better than dinner on the club! Meeting the cool kidz at the merch tables. Keeping one cash pocket for the venue and one for the band. Throwing the 2nd gas tank switch on the long rides. Sleeping on couches provided by friends on the road. Having a Ramone stage dive off of my back. Trashing only one hotel room to the tunes of ZOOM and Retaliation!
It's so funny how people tell me how responsible I am nowadays. Back then it was all about blowing off work to not get paid helping out friends and working at a show. Fuck i quit a job to work on a Fanzine full time!
Missing: Long days starting and stopping days in the van. Sweet band riders - nuthin' tastes better than dinner on the club! Meeting the cool kidz at the merch tables. Keeping one cash pocket for the venue and one for the band. Throwing the 2nd gas tank switch on the long rides. Sleeping on couches provided by friends on the road. Having a Ramone stage dive off of my back. Trashing only one hotel room to the tunes of ZOOM and Retaliation!
It's so funny how people tell me how responsible I am nowadays. Back then it was all about blowing off work to not get paid helping out friends and working at a show. Fuck i quit a job to work on a Fanzine full time!
6/8/07
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