the best songs seem to just spill out like a doodle, like automatic writing. i think one night in 2010, i picked up the guitar and pressed record.  it’s evident in several places that i was pushing through even though i didn’t have a melody or words to match or both.  the song’s lyrics are interesting as a picture of what was on my mind at the time.  some words are unintelligible, but that is the charm of a van morrison approach.  The overdubs are unabashedly feminine and i like that.  i hope you enjoy this.  i wanted to share something in a raw stage that was both personal and experimental.  consider this my contact sheet for a future recording project.

i would love the guitars at :19 to be bassoons.  that’d be sweet.

known for Chicago

coming home and I did not know

spill your milk and here I am

take a bite of a cigarette

and spit it out

head in the clouds I’m a star

you young comet, I’ve come this far

you would go and I would go

you would know and i would know

tongue-tied in told time

too much in a life, love

it’s going back

you’re going back

you’re going back

who does pass through the towns?

just to read the signs and make a sound I know

snow on the ground like Christmas day

heaven or hell I went a long way

I went away

I’m going away

going away

don’t care if the wind

the wind swept through the high dough(?)

 I know—  I know all the good

astro circles hover come pass yellow
astro cursive walls pillows inside

ah, Chicago, I didn’t go home

I didn’t know

wake up next to me

sharing the ecstasy

faces gone now tell me just how

how you feel this way

I hope you feel the same