Long Dark Days

I've been experiencing a noticible flattening of my faculties. I don't believe I've ever been the deepest of thinkers, but I seem to be spending more and more time at the shallow end of the pool, so to speak. In a rut, on a plateau, stuck in neutral, something like that. I haven't been writing- songs or otherwise- and it's bothering me. I'm on the search for some intuitive source of inspiration, a return of (to) my muse, and I hope I can keep it together until I get back on track.

Here's the latest song I've written of any note. It mostly feels good to me, but doesn't seem to resonate with the neighbor drunks. I'll let it hold my spot while I'm off on vacation next week.

Long Dark Days

By the light I see the season’s changin
North wind kickin away the haze
Winter seems more than passing strange when
The mockingbird’s mad caliope plays

I listen for the words I can’t remember
I feel for the notes that I can’t play
I wonder if the best of me’s left in December
I wonder if I’m gonna make it ‘til May

And the long dark days, dark days of Summer
All the vampires hate those long dark days

Hidin from the sun all through the summer
Hidin from the sun and those long dark days

I make my mark when the moonshine’s showin
When the tide’s turnin hard from phase to phase
I got a little spark and I got it growin
‘Til there ain’t enough night to hold the blaze

If I ever done somethin I can’t remember
If I ever said somethin I can’t say
I just burn the night down to its dying ember
And live to live down another dark day

And the long dark days, dark days of Summer
All the vampires hate those long dark days
Hidin from the sun all through the summer
Hidin from the sun and those long dark days

Don’t leave now the party’s just beginning
That straight and narrow road is a twisted maze
Hold on to your seat if the room is spinning
Blame the Devil’s friend for your wasted ways

Forget about the things you can’t remember
Revel while the night around you plays
Sweet havoc from June to the end of September
And damn the dawn’s unrelenting rays

And the long dark days, dark days of Summer
All the vampires hate those long dark days
Hidin from the sun all through the summer
Hidin from the sun and those long dark days

Peace.

Two Great Tastes

Thanks to John Biggs and the good folks at Gizmodo for screwing with my head just before the weekend sets in. I'll never look at a Reese's Cup the same way again.

Shockolate Vault - Gizmodo

Letters from Loonville

Well, the Whip has thrown down the guantlet yet again. He's opened up a window to his very personal wonderland and he's calling it Letters from Loonville . Imagine Mr Roger's Neighborhood with crackers and rampant chemical dependency. Call it gonzo journalism if it makes you sleep better, but it's more like Dragnet with a blues soundtrack- Just the facts, man. Just the facts.

Canes Win! Canes Win! Canes Win!

Another trip the to Stanley Cup for the Canes with their win over the Sabres last night. I'm glad OLN is showing the series. I don't mind the less flashy graphics or the lack of a puck tracer either.

I started watching hockey back in Vermont mainly because it was on a lot. I like the no BS aspect of it. The commonsense acknolwedgement and acceptance of fights was pretty cool too. Old school, the warrior spirit and all that jazz. The way the goalie can become the star like a star pitcher is pretty neat, too. I remember Ron Hextall and Patrick Roy pulling of their superhuman feats, often against each other. Those guys were Gods!

Well, the Canes are going to the Cup! Maybe I'll start watching hockey again. Rock on, Canes!

So Where Are We Now?

Obviously, it's been forever since my last post(text post below notwithstanding). Not in any particular order, here's what's been happening:

Yesterday I got my first birdie in disc golf! I was very psyched and it was the highlight of my best front nine yet- 10 over. On hole 6, a par three, my first throw got me halfway to the basket in the middle of the fairway. My second narrowly missed trees on the right, got low, hit a root four feet in front of the basket and skipped right into the chains.

Last night elation- this morning heartbreak. The double stamped bright orange champion Roadrunner 169 that I picked up for 10 bucks and was fast becoming my favorite disc wasn't in my bag. I must have left it on hole 9 when I putted. I can't believe I did it, but there's no other explanation. And yes, that was my first birdie disc. I sure hope someone calls with it.

Donna took a tumble across the street two weeks ago and has a badly sprained ankle. This has severely curtailed her exercise regimen and generally cast a pall over everything. On the plus side, we got her a pair of Crocs, the rubber-like clogs, and she says they're the best thing she's worn on her feet yet. They're so good, we picked up another pair of Croc thongs/flip flop/sandal type things for casual around the house.

I've been trying to pick up the slack around the house, but boy is there a lot of slack! I can definitely see how housewife can be a full-time job.

Speaking of slack, Dustin failed Gym this semester. Somehow just. can't. make. it. to...class...
So his summer is working at the Ocean Grill in Carolina Beach and taking makeup Gym. Whoo-hoo!

My music has definitely been hood-bound this spring. I'd like to get back into the night scene restaurants and bars, but finding the time money and energy to represent myself with a good front, I just don't know. It's sort of the same paralysis that hits me when I'm trying to find a job, fear of rejection maybe?

The Jeep still rocks! Best. Ride. Ever.

I'll save politics for later.

Phone texting to my blog! A first! Now i can report from the scene! Hope it won't break the bank. We'll see!