A very quick demo of a couple of pad sounds from the new Klevgränd app which quickly got overtaken by watching the Godard movie (La Chinoise) at the same time etc. Happens.

Pad Chinoise

Not an example of what this app (Sensual Sax) can do despite it's dodgy wrapper, but more an example of what it can do after ten minutes in the hands of a clumsy fool.

Johnny Goodyear - Virgin Sax

There is talk of space mining
the parsing of asteroids
and the drilling through of rocks

(as they float to some gentle tune
amongst a sky not at all a sky
speckled mostly black
but a piece of space as far as the eye can see 
caught in the cinema of its memory
of you and me).

For a moment more than most
I see the past and the future
and the many films
that show ourselves mostly lost
and involve the metaphor of mining
in some low-gravity world
which harbors bad things

(the virus of resentment
and of lonely men undone).

Even as I consider this
and want to shout silently
that’s far enough Goddammit
I also know I’m calling out against
the ceiling of my own space

(nothing more).

Johnny Goodyear - Space Mining

Are you truly responsible for what you do?

Infinite Regress

In response to a 60 minute challenge from AndyP at the Audiobus Forum, this is the definition of fast and sloppy *and* it took me closer to 90 minutes *and* it's unmixed/produced etc. Enough caveats? *But* might yet be the basis of an SOTMC entry for next month...

The mice they come in many forms  
But there are always three of them    
Blindness, hope and hatred    
And never if but when.

Three Blind Mice (Peckerwood)

Two women hose down a crucifix
Another girl comes by, separates the sticks
It is in this way our God is forlorn
While in the next room some new religion is being born

Johnny Goodyear - That Which Is Lent

Johnny Goodyear - Forgiveness Denied

Mathematics

I'm in a hotel room
got no money worth stealing
might not ever see you again
I won't forget that first feeling

there's always just one girl
in any one life
rarely is she your sister
only sometimes is she your wife

I never thought it would end this way
when I met her at the start
mathematics is a bastard
and then it breaks your heart

the one that loved you more
than any one will do
despite your flaws
her heart was full for you

and the years they carry on now
and the time it goes on by
and somewhere down the line
life causes her to die

I never thought it would end this way
when I met her at the start
mathematics is a bastard
and then it breaks your heart

you'll be living elsewhere then
in a different suburban story
convinced as to your purpose
despite your lack of glory

and you'll hear that she's departed
and you feel just a little sad
but your balance is disturbed
by the opposite of add

I never thought it would end this way
when I met her at the start
mathematics is a bastard
then it breaks your heart

the equation of my existence
has been thrown all out of whack
and what I took for granted
can never be taken back

I never thought it would end this way
when I met her at the start
mathematics is a bastard
and then it breaks your heart

Johnny Goodyear - Mathematics

[Lyrics written in a hurry on January 20th, 2017]

Three Blind Mice

I wrote these words eleven years on ago January 1st, 2007. It was the start of another year and it was a surprise I'd made it through the previous one.  An optimistic, or hopeful song when all that was soon in front of me (not that I knew it) was three weeks in ICU and three months in an unpleasant rehab facility. I've revisited it every year since (the song, not the clinic), some of the versions sound broken and pathetic (in the true sense) to me now, but that's the journey I guess.

It's not unusual for lyrics or poems to appear to be written to another when they're really talking to yourself. I'd like to say that this New Year's message to myself got through, but it didn't, not then anyway, but I didn't *go away* (which was my code for 'don't die').

May we all 'don't go away' this year :)

Suffer the sinner  
the sailor and the sea  
every blesséd wave of love  
you cause to crash on me  
can you succor down the beauty  
each day of wonder seen  
yet save us from calamity  
love dried to the mean  
not golden or eternal  
but dust within the night  
never now remembered  
a lifetime without light   
may you open up the day  
with mindfulness not fear  
intend the best for you and ours  
throughout the coming years.  
(I say: Don't go away)

JohnnyGoodyear

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