Little streams and muddy boots
Trees gleam with burly roots
Green is the undergrowth
May pole dance and chance romance
Sun is out no need to hide
People shout though no one cries
Breathe it in this is our time
Looking up the stars align
Little birds sing happy songs
Morning dew as flowers bloom
Gentle rain and puddles dance

Spring Song

Cucumber is blue, and full of juice (Mm full of juice)
Into the garden, a baby moose (moose sound)
She don't know, where I'm comin' from
She don't know, where I'm goin' to
She don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know, where I'm goin to
Comin' from
goin to
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
into the valley, valhalla's walls
before I die of mating calls, mating calls yeah
she don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know, where I'm goin' to
she don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know where I'm goin' to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from

Bass - Graham Horricks
Percussion - Kristin Krievin
Background vocals - Allison Skirtschak
Additional Guitar - Alan Guise
Rhythm guitar and vocals - Jess Horricks
Album Art - Kyle Kostecki

video link to other version: www.youtube.com/watch?v=iR0_odbxGgM

Blue Cucumber 2019 Space

Waiting,  and  watching,  the  wind,  begin  to  sing  
I  am,  tripping,  feeling,  the  song,  she  sings  
Across  the  sea  we  shall  achieve  so  deeply  
I  am  you  as  you  are  me  so  deeply  
I  could  love  you  so  deeply  
I  could  love  you  so  deeply  
Do  you,  sleepwalk?    
In  dreams,  in  dreams  I  talk

additional guitar: a.guise
bass: k.krievin
drums: j.strum
mixing: sonic wizard

Homeland

Mother Wind

Written, like a journal, the occurrence, is diurnal
I, feel, as, though, it, is, not, to entertain
though the by-product, shall remain
a shell to hide a pearl
were wisdom not to wear any other thing
any other thing, any other thing

such is the kernel of the seed
please feed so it can breed
altruistic adorned in music
I welcome you to feel blessed
and keep on listening if you are deaf

pain, becomes pleasure
the people yearning for, quick learning from,
the telltale burning
I, feel, as though it is not, to entertain,
though the by-product, shall remain
a shell to hide a pearl, were wisdom not to wear
any other thing, any other thing, any other thing

such is the kernel of the seed
please feed so it can breed
altruistic adorned in music
I welcome you to feel blessed
and keep on listening if you are deaf

Songwriter ll

I Must Tread The Line That Is Truest To Me

There are some things in this world that go, beyond words,
I have seen some things in this world that go, beyond words,

And it’s so deep, and it makes so much sense, and it feels so deep, and it makes so much sense

I met my father after a year and it goes, beyond words,
I was in my lover’s arms and it goes, beyond words

Mixing: Sonic Wizard
Drums: J.Strum
Bass: K.Krievin
Vox and Guitar: J.Horricks

Beyond Words

And you've lived in that slow southern style, and you've got, time to remember.

And you think you're drunk on whiskey again and you're not, at your best.

You played the game until the dice wore out, and it's over, thank god it's over.

And you've lived, oh you have lived, and your eyes, are wide open, open wide so wide that you wish, you wish you could close them

again, again

And you've lived in that slow southern style, and you've got, time to remember.

And you think you're drunk on whiskey again and you're not, at your best.

You played the game until the dice wore out, and it's over, thank god it's over.

Written in Byron Bay, Australia in the foyer of the courthouse while whiskey drunk around 3am.  Recorded at 211 Gore Street West, Thunder Bay, ON Canada.

songwriter

And You've Lived

Said this prison break ain't goin' right
For the rocks have crushed our knees
Keep my eyes to the heaven's cause I gotta be wrong
So the devils and the birds can sing along
Sing! 
Mmmmmm

Black pitch muscle shirt cling like death
And I look to the heaven's as I draw my last breath
Mmmmmm
Sing!
Mmmmmm
Sing!
Mmmmm

Percussion: J.Strum, K.Krievin
Mixing: Sonic Wizard
Cover Art: K.Krievin

Prison Break

Fetus of myself, in eternal coma of love
Can’t digress, can’t regress
No life to live

Oh look me in the eye, Yeah said you wouldn’t lie, yeah, yeah
Oh look me in the eye,  Yeah said you wouldn’t lie, yeah, yeah

She’s fallen down the stairs, and in my little head, I know I’m dead, no life to live

Oh look me in the eye, Yeah said you wouldn’t lie, yeah, yeah
Oh look me in the eye, Yeah said you wouldn’t lie, yeah, yeah

Guitar and Vox: J.Horricks
Additional Guitar: A.Guise
Bass: K.Krievin
Drums: J.Strum
Cover Art: K.Krievin
Mixing: Sonic Wizard

Stairs

No worries my friend, it’ll right itself in the end, and if not we’ll just pretend, 
It’ll right itself in the end,
I heard a trippy bird, on the tried and true trail,
Doin’ shots of O.J. in the basement where I live,
But no worries my friend it’ll right itself in the end, and if not we’ll just pretend, 
It’ll right itself in the end,
Day in day out, I tell myself it’s gonna change,
Day in day out, I tell myself it’s gonna stay the same,
Strange,
No worries my friend, it’ll right itself in the end, and if not we’ll just pretend, 
It’ll right itself in the end

Cover Art: Kris Krievin
Mixing: Sonic Wizard

No Worries

Where  do  we  go  when  we  die?  
Where  do  we  go,  when  we  die?    Do  we  live,  or  do  we  lye,  
In  the  stream,  of  all  that’s  been  
Do  we  live?    Or  do  we  die?  
The  gatekeeper  is  wonderin’  where  you  have  been  
Do  you  go  to  heaven,  or  have,  you  sinned?  
It  don’t  really  matter  what’s  right  or  wrong  in  his  eyes  
All  that  really  matters  is,  it’s  a  surprise 
I’ll  see  you  when  you  get  there  upstairs  or  down  
Cause  I  know  that  I’m  gonna  be  the  class  clown  
Jokin’ and  a  trickersterin’ like  Loki  on  the  run  
One  thing  is  for  sure,  I’m  gonna  have  my  fun  
Where  do  we  go,  when  we  die?    Do  we  live,  or  do  we  lye,  
In  the  stream,  of  all  that’s  been  
Do  we  live?    Or  do  we  die?  
Where  do  we  go,  when  we  die?  
Do  we  live?    Or  do  we  die? 

Cover art and drums: K.Krievin

Where Do We Go When We Die - Phineas Gauge

the rolling palms in the splenderous dale
told me when to furl the sail
I lay before the beautiful shore 
jewels in my hand the beaches sand
the sun shone strong this day would be long the kind you remember until time is gone
the rum had been poured with an ornamental sword
I stared at the sky playing these two chords

and the world made me cry 
there and then 
I could have died x2

but I lived!

the day began to wane and the sun began to set
at the waters edge I saw silhouette
like a star in the sky brighter to my eye 
she came to my side
I couldn't explain why

Cover Art: Kris Krievin

Moon Daughter - Phineas Gauge

Recorded around Sept. 7 2012.  I have tinkered with many revisions of this, and still think I should put the trumpets at the end up a bit in the mix...

Your essence distilled, the bottle refilled, I renew you time and again,
Private eyes, living lies, to redeem this sense of, sensitivity
Hallowed be thy name, clothed in our shame,
The lion has been tamed, but who is to blame?
Rain drops, measure the pleasure of, counterfeit, endeavours
Rain drops, measure the pleasure of counterfeit, endeavours
Rain drops, measure the pleasure of, counterfeit, endeavours
Calloused or hurt, still alert, or maybe I'm just lost
In the thick of the woods, veils and hoods, shroud the light from the sun
Hallowed be thy name, clothed in our shame
The lion has been tamed, but who is to blame?
Hallowed be thy name, clothed in our shame
The lion has been slain, but who is to blame?
Rain drops, measure the pleasure of, counterfeit, endeavours
Rain drops, measure the pleasure of counterfeit, endeavours
Rain drops, measure the pleasure of, counterfeit, endeavours

Clothed In Our Shame

Mind expansion and retraction, 
We choose no side, no side or faction,
A privilege we have been given to be counted among the living,
The World quakes and roars, as the Ocean pours,
Unto the cracks in civility, we ponder on fragility

And these things, taken for granted, to you they are handed, oh yeah,
And though I miss the left, you miss the right, Oh no
Our frayed fingers together, clasping together in unified oversight

Dissassociative notions too numerous are the potions,
That go hand in hand to make life bland,
We come out all the wiser, having played with fire

And these things, taken for granted, to you they are handed, oh yeah
And though, I miss the left, you miss the right, Oh no
Our frayed, fingers together, clasping together in unified oversight
Our frayed, fingers together, clasping together in unified oversight

Black Holeing Beauteous Moments x6

Percussion: Danny Erickson

These Things

X marks the spot, we've dug up the plot, treasure is found what now?
Apathetic soul, fool's gold,
look at the lines of the map,
see how they stretch further still..further still
treasure's in your chest, my heart is best,
I found you there, in the middle of nowhere,
I'm truly blessed, with all your zest, 
diamond daffodils, and all the rest

sailing home, chilled to the bone, stormy skies, no surprise,
celebrate when we arrive, chance or fate,
to the pearly gate, to the pearly gate,

treasure's in your chest, my heart is best,
I found you there, in the middle of nowhere,
I'm truly blessed, with all your zest 
diamond daffodils, and all the rest!

Xmap

Swift and beautiful, like a gazelle,
She was a teller, I could not tell,
Gathered wallflowers, from my own hell,
Imagined offerings, wishing you well,

Savanna queen dream, what can it mean?
To hold your memory, like a picture so close to me
Savanna queen dream, what can it mean?
To hold your memory, like a picture so close to me,

Should I wander out and see you again,
Escape the zoo I'm somehow in,
I will tell you, just what I see,
I will tell you, just what you mean,
Just what you mean,
Just what you mean,
Just what you mean

A silly cute song about a girl I sighted at shopper's, she strongly resembled a gazelle, and I did nothing but buy gum and shaving supplies.
Written in summer of '19, Always the 'What if?' Questions when a singularity..
E.Piano: Tommy Horricks

Gazelle

A Burnt Toast (The Barfly's Ballad)
The lovely ladies lactate lager, 
That the lethargic leopards might, 
Lustily locate, Their libations alleviate, frustrations damage mitigation, 

(and he cries out) 
A burnt toast to you all, I'll walk until I crawl, 
Out of this hole in the wall, only to return, for the next daily burn

Small droplets form rivulets on the tongue, for every new dram is a ladder rung, to better ascend the heaven's of delerium, falling through the holes of a societal net, black jack danny's final bet, 
(and he cries out) 
A burnt toast to you all, I'll walk til I crawl, out of this hole in the wall, only to return, for the next daily burn 
(All together now!)
Pickled eggs and desperate joy, in a sparsely furnished room, forty percent to our heads, our salvation and our doom, forty percent to our heads, in a sparsely furnished room, 
Pickled eggs and desperate joy, Our salvation and our doom, 
Our salvation and our doom, Our salvation and our doom
E.Piano: Tom Horricks

A Burnt Toast (The Barfly's Ballad)

Like Steve Buscemi you broke the levy, Continuing to astound from the Pitcher's mound, yet you're the only one who could hit a home run, ninth inning and we've only just begun
See the results of the experiment, it gives off such a masochistic scent, tastes like blood, sweat and tears, with a hint of bank account in arrears, social fearrrsss

Vanilla Chinchilla lady killa swallow pilla to revilla tones of truity removing incongruity and further establish a state of balance,
This is your last chance, pay heed to the silent watcher's 
tarry not at silver-tongued talkers, laying both spells and curse,
Listen to the Universe

Lost souls, clinging to status quos, why am I so different?  Cross grain tattoo, ethers floating, which dimension applies to you?

My nose is clogged, my brain is fogged, my girl is dogged, 
What betta chedda to inhale wheneva, this shit is raw!

Sailing seas of pastime activities let's challenge our proclivity
to assail each other's symmetry, and wake in anothers arms,

I come bearing arms to further assault your charms, and strive to imbibe your diatribe, that I may fly as bird to sky and negate serious harm

I'm not you see strictly a soliloquy though I know, I could go another decade or so, to be you see, not another casualty of love and lost limbo's, stick and toss bimbos, timeless it would seem, this is quite the scene, yes the net is cast, though it feels we'll catch the past, let's ride this to the end, it's my turn to see how far you will bend, let's dance for everything sacred, I choose to do it naked, upon my death bury me in baby's breath and know I tried to make it

Lost souls, clinging to status quos, why am I so different?  Cross grain tattoo, ethers floating, which dimension applies to you?

Hip Happenstance

Mother Funker

I,  I,  was  walking  down,  fifth  avenue  and  
I,  I,  couldn't  help  but,  run  into  you
I  could  not  help  but  notice  
your  fancy  blue  jeans
one  word  could  crush,  (crush) my  brand  new  dream
But  my,  my,  Swagger,  was  complete
and  the  drug  store  cowboys  had  already  gotten  to  me
I  could  not  help  but  notice,  your  fancy  blue  jeans
One  word  could  crush,  (crush) my  brand  new  dream..

Bckrd Vocals: Allison Skirtschak, Alan Guise
Bass: Graham Horricks
Drums: Kris Krievin

5th Avenue

Take, all you own, and throw it, away
And give, the dog a bone, to chew, for a day
You don't need it where you're headed now
Leave, your phone behind, forget, about the time
Put your money, on your friends, instead, of stocks and dividends
You don't need 'em, where you're going now

I send, some smiles your way, hold onto them, for a rainy day
You will be given, all that you need and more, remember living, 
is not a chore

Living Is Not A Chore

Regurgitated thoughts and unwrapped candy
This book needs to be laid to rest but who, will tell the story?
Reminiscing on, semi-romantic transgressions
We were too much the same, cannot draw the moth to the flame
Take flight yet heed your mother’s words, it was she in part that gave you wings,
To soar, with, the birds
The great mystery continues to elude us all (everything at once, both large and small)
The great mystery continues to elude us all (everything at once, both large and small)  
Cryptic concise and transcending
To learn the truth is never-ending
Cryptic concise and transcending
To learn the truth is never-ending

Growing Pains

How can the masters know their pets when the cheese has been denied?
head to the apothecary for replenishments

The monkey gets the weasel at least for a little while
This is the way it goes in the land of the crocodile

Richard is a dick, as willy is known to bob,
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x2
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhh haw!!!!!

I'm solitary refined wined and dined
y'all can relate to my kind
careful what you wish for cause careful what you find
the jungle ain't the only place with strange animals

an old man's drink, fake flowers on a hat
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x2
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x something...

Jess Horricks - guitar, vocals
Graham Horricks - bass
Alan Guise - guitar, vocals
Kris Krievin - Drums

Richard Is A Dick (live)

Lost in a maze and, we can't quite phase them
So insulated, n' full of the hatred inside
It seeds and it breeds and, grows without reason
Factory of fear of fear and, message is unclear and on time (time)

In these wasted days and wounded nights
I pray that we are relieved in time
As the Blight descending determines rise or fall
And I don't to claim to know what's right
But I dunno if it's found through fight
And my heart will always be there through it all
Yeah my heart will always be there through it all

Lost in a maze and, we can't quite phase them
So insulated, n' full of the hatred inside (inside)
It seeds and it breeds and, grows without reason
Factory of fear and, transmission is unclear to me now (now)

In these wasted days and wounded nights 
I pray that we are relieved in time
As the blight descending determines rise or fall
And I don't claim to know what's right
But I know it isn't found through fight
And my heart will always be there through it all
In these wasted days and wounded nights 
I pray that we are relieved in time
As the blight descending determines rise or fall
And I don't claim to know what's right
But I know it isn't found with fight
And my heart will always be there through it all
Yeah my heart will always be there through it all
Yeah my heart will always be there through it all

Lost In A Maze (Demo or pared down acoustic version you decide)

Sitting in, a vacant room, waiting for, the apocalypse
A lover's kiss, summer bliss, all I miss,
an aeroplane

And as I wait, my soul does gain colours, countless shades of sister's and brothers
To imbue, to all of the others, a gift to you, before I am stardust, stardust

An honest mirror, a sober view, this mortal shell, holding me, express your love, really feel, the callous world is just a skin disease

And as I wait, my soul does gain colours, countless shades of sister's and brothers
To imbue, to all of the others, a gift to you, before I am stardust, stardust, stardust

full band particle version

Stardust (full band particle version)

Closest I get to making a track that reminds me of mr.bungle.  This song is dedicated to Rufio.  (It has nothing to do with him).

Carpenter without Tools
A carpenter without tools is a madman, a madman with tools is an architect
Every day a different place, a different face a different sermon,
Rockin' the hodge podge jumbylah cliches, sometimes we touch on grace
Cathartic emancipation repetitive rhymes repetitive lines, 
The clergy raves success in rallying the rest,
Group song sing along, there are no sheep on this farm 
Only Ram-ifications, step aside from the pulpit 
your minute is up your twenty five cents of soul enriched white bread is no more

I can't get no sleep
Counting too many sheep
And where is Bo-Peep
It would seem by now she's six feet deep

(The sky is falling)

When the autumn breeze brings in the leaves,
The colour of my soul it seems, 
In the waking life or walking dreams,
I think I know just what it means to be here,
to be here,
to be here,
to be here,
to be here,
shhhhhhhhhhhh

A Carpenter Without Tools

Carpenter Without Tools

A chill ambient tune with some excellent percussion Sonic Wizard wrote in to keep it fresh.

Cattails in the breeze I've fallen,
For her again she's nameless,
Crickets singing, her song of,
Cattails in the breeze

Cat Tails

This is a Sonic Wizard mix in progress, but as you may have noticed I'm dumping all of my music online..if I think it's an enjoyable tune to someone...I'm putting it up...complete or not...because life is short...and I ain't getting any younger hah hah!

I could not get to sleep, feeling the future, in my head, a million times over, I've been here before, I'll be here again, feeling the need, to flicker my pen, flicker my pen all night long
I feel like mediocre Joe when he just he lost his mojo,
I wanna feel the superman flow, I wanna flow like a river wanna flow Joe, 
Flow like a river or a breeze through the trees I wanna feel like the richest of the hobos
Feeling mighty fine, from the wine, from the wine, hoping I reply, to the girl on my right, girl on my right all night long
I feel like mediocre Joe when he just he lost his mojo,
I wanna feel the superman flow, I wanna flow like a river wanna flow Joe, 
Flow like a river or a breeze through the trees I wanna feel like the richest of the hobos
I feel like mediocre Joe when he just he lost his mojo,
I wanna feel the superman flow, I wanna flow like a river wanna flow Joe, 
Flow like a river or a breeze through the trees I wanna feel like the richest of the hobos
I feel like mediocre Joe when he just he lost his mojo,
I wanna feel the superman flow, I wanna flow like a river wanna flow Joe, 
Flow like a river or a breeze through the trees I wanna feel like the richest of the hobos
I feel like mediocre Joe when he just he lost his mojo,
I wanna feel the superman flow, I wanna flow like a river wanna flow Joe, 
Flow like a river or a breeze through the trees I wanna feel like the richest of the hobos

Hobo Song

Very singer-songwriter..a little something lyric-wise about everyone in my immediate family.

Hours and hours of legos in my room, doin what it was that I do
Playing songs for my mom in the kitchen that I wrote
playing each song note for note
now I know my dad that I never really got to know
Take the world on strong, yeah I know
singin' ood a lolli ood a lolli
golly what a day
My sister and me, VCR, 
who'd have known I'd a wind up here playing guitar
Singin ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what day 
My brother and me in the back woods breaking sticks
The sticks were the swords and the words that we said never end
Singin ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what a day
ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what a day

Autobiography

A singer-songwriter tune incorporating elements of electronica for increased movement and auditory stimulation.  Electronica tinkering much thanks to Sonic Wizard.  

Album art: Kristin Krievin

'When my, heart, has time, to breathe, open, lonely, it seems'
'I've died so many times, it makes for an ageless mind'

Ageless Mind

Every minute every hour every day,
the world spins away,
I want to display, how beautifully it takes, my breath away
away,
away,
So let the sunlight shine in your eyes,
open all the doors,
open all the doors,
open all the doors,
should feel just fine,
just fine,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
Every minute every hour every day,
the world spins away,
I want to display how beautifully, it takes, my breath away
away, 
away,
So let the sunlight in your eyes,
open all the doors,
open all the doors,
open all the doors,
should feel just fine,
just fine,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,

Every Minute Every Hour Every Day

Fix the sickness of your head
Are we breeding just not to be dead
People are burning books that I once read
I once read

And where am I, where am I, right now?
it's in my head, it's in my head, or it's out
OUT!
Where am I, where am I, right now?
It's in my head, it's in my head, or it's out
OUT OUT OUT!
Think about the wisdom we all claim to know
Nothin' more than cowboys and indians 
Fighting over gold!
Fighting over gold
Fighting over gold
Where am I, where am I right now?
It's in my head, it's in my head or it's out
OUT!
Where am I, where am I right now?
It's in my head, it's in my or it's out
OUT OUT OUT!


Funky ll

Where am I

Where Am I

You said you were my friend,
and I was ready to defend,
but did something else catch your eye?
or did you get caught in a lie?
like a fruit fly to a glass of wine
a fruit fly to a glass of wine
to a glass of wine
glass of wine
I would have had your back
if you could've picked up the slack
I didn't want to attack
but I see you've got a knife
I see you've got a knife
and if you could see the beauty
that I see in you
the colours wouldn't fade
this story would be great
all these things will pass
when changes come relax
life's a bitter friend
lonely til the end
but a good one at that
a good one at that
a good one at that

A Good One at That

A Good One At That

Silence

The  wind  will  whisper  things  to  me,  
when  I  play  my  guitar  I  feel  a  good  need,  
The  ocean  harbours  fish  in  the  deep  blue  sea,  
but  I  float  above  on  the  salty  breeze,  
Never  underwater  I’m  in  the  air,  
this  feelings  never  better  so  I  don’t  care,  
Yesterday  just  may  be  gone,  
but  if  ya  look  at  the  future  it  isn’t  so  long,  
But  don’t  you  fret  and  don’t  you  fray,  
focus  on  the  now  and  enjoy  your  stay,  
It  won’t  forever  never  always  be  the  same, 
but  fast  to  contrast  is  what  colours  this  game
A  mountain  is  a  molehill  if  ya  walk  like  an  oliphaunt  (elephant sound)
But  you  can’t  always  be  the  king  of  the  jungle (naaa hah)   
So  when  you’re  feelin’ down  like  a  clown  and  ya  just  can’t  turn  around  
Remember  this  jam  filled  point,  within  this  funky  joint  
{Interlude}  
And  if  forever  ever  you  do  complain    
Just  remember  ever  that  that’s  just  lame  
Suck  up  life  like  a  butterfly  
Show  them  wings  and  pollinate  the  sky  
Cause  if  there’s  one  thing  to  do,  do  before  ya  die  
It‘s  to  spread  that  goodness  on  to  everyone  X2 
Spread  that  goodness  on  to  everyone  
Spread  that  goodness  on  to  everyone

Funkmaster Flex

A song of desparation, mellow acoustic guitar with lots of lyrics, I sometimes enjoy listening to.

Try as I might, a broken light, you make me wear sunglasses, I see in the dark
Calloused thumbs is telling no lies, like potatoes, possessing eyes, violet in nature,
pure abstract, in stature
Where do you find them?  Where do you find them? Where do you find them?  Where do you find them

We are but keys, searching for locks, lost and found, in a sound resound,
Search for the holy quail abruptly gone stale, settle for a fish, in the belly of a whale,
Where do you find them? Where do you find them? Where do you find them? Where do you find them?
Mixings in the air, a lonesome hat, covers a man, covers my hair, relax in a chair, 
vibrations, conducive to a minds elations, nothing is less, and something is more,
a brutal photograph for you all to see, he's not all there whispers behind their backs,
Ah but we're somewhere, ah but we're somewhere, aren't we all? aren't we all?
Where do you find them? Where do you find them?  Where do you find them? Where do you find them? Where do you find them? Where do you find them? Where do you find them? Where do you find them?

Where Do You Find Them?

Where Do You Find Them

'Half the time I’m not even certain whether or not I’m listening to a song, reading a poem or memoir, or staring at a painting'  - mystery listener

But is a painting ever done?  Weaving in and out of houseparties throughout Canada. Touring with their father during summer breaks.  Quitting Uni in further search of musical opportunity.  Frolicking amongst the Werewolves of London, learning about busking and not mentioning such things at customs.   In the bars of Australia, but mostly in the natures.  A brief stint aboard a cruise ship in a cover band.  tripping along the west coast and into Mexico and back, with 12 other dirty hippies, chased by a long stay in India.  Has it been mentioned that they're schizophrenic? 

 Thoughts of mold growing atop a fancy pair of leather shoes while trudging through the jungle.  Like being huddled next to a trouble light for warmth, while sleeping in a rolled up rug in a garage, in the middle of winter.  
Phineas Gage, was a man who suffered a tragic accident when a railroad spike he was tampering explosives with, went through his skull. His personality changed. Phineas Gauge likens the spike to music going through their skull, and changing them in an utterly profound way.

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