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my walt crush

He said ‘nature loves to get tangled…trees and roots and us, all of us’. This is a perfect example of why he reminds me of Emerson and why I love him and his music.

I was thinking about how he once said he was almost a preacher. He talked about a time when he went to seminary but finally chose a different path. He “tangles” themes of spirituality and love and passion in his songs. I am mesmerized (he looks a bit like Jesus too).

I’d have gone to his church and listened to him whisper the psalms in my ear. I don’t know what I’d have prayed for but I’d have listened. Like my own little pied piper. I can just see him sitting around a ring of fire, face lighted by red hues of flames, flames reflected in the face of his walnut guitar, him singing praises to nature and higher powers and me sitting on the log closest to him looking up with school girl longing – quiet and achingly still.

welcome to my little Walt Wilkins fantasy.

come lay down here beside me.
let’s lie real still
tell me you’ll love me
and you always will.

So, Sunday night brought Walt and Susan together for an acoustic show. These are the nights that fit so perfect. Just being in the crowd of a show like this one makes me feel free. I can forget everything and let my self be moved to places of peace (and school girl crushes). Susan on my right, Walt on my left. Happy, Happy.

Another guy joined them, Brandon Rhyder. I was duly impressed with him. I actually already knew a couple of his songs that were recorded by Wade Bowen so I had some familiarity with his work. I just hadn’t known him to seek him live.

Now it’s late and my projects are keeping me awake too late. Tonight, I am a night owl.

sometimes someone else says it better

Alabama on Soul Gravy by Cross Canadian Ragweed
Then the telephone rings.
Maybe I miss your lovin’.
Maybe I miss your kiss.
Just a little bit.
Maybe I miss your body lyin’ right next to mine.
Maybe I miss your touch.
A little too much.

I just realized that I didn’t think about Feb. 19th until just now. Getting gone and coming back again. I’m solid today and it comes back again easier.

There’s a bit of exposed flesh present to bring me around. The biting and tearing settles the crazy parts of my mind. My words come faster, my tongue is sharper. My skin is soft and my heart is beating effortlessly. I’m not mired in the usual muck. At least not today.

johnny cash

This is the third time today that I’ve heard Burning Ring of Fire and not once was it Johnny Cash. It was muzac in the therapists office, Alan Jackson on the cowboy movie and some unknown band now on the Wilder Napalm movie. You know, Debra Winger’s been acting all along. Who knew?

Is there some cosmic message I am to pay attention to?

This must be the place

Home never looks the same as when you left it. For some brief moment in time each of you has changed independent of each other. You’ve gone your way and had new experiences. Home always stays home.

To borrow from David Byrne 

Is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me ’round
I come home
Born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun

But the less we say about it the better
Let’s make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the clouds
I’m okay I know nothing’s wrong
Hi Ho – Got plenty of time…..
Hi Ho – Got light in your eyes…..

And you’re standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight , Say goodnight…..

Is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
I come home
You lifted up your wings
I guess this must be the place

Because I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks this is where I’ll be

Hi Ho – We drift in and out…..
Hi Ho – Sing into my mouth…..

And out of all those kinds of people
You’ve got a face with a view
And I’m just an animal looking for a home
To share the same space for a minute or two

Will you love me until my heart stops?
Will you love me until I’m dead?

You’ve got eyes that light up
Eyes that look through
Cover up the blank spot
Hit me on the head
Say goodnight…..
Say goodnight…..
Say goodnight…..

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