this is one of the first songs i learned how to play, and it remains one of my favorite spiral-shaped ditties. 

photo is of last spring's garden.

lyrics by robert hunter. song by jerry garcia. 

ripple, the grateful dead. covered in nyc.

On The Radio (Regina Spektor cover)

i heard today today there was a fire in new jersey
the smoke was everywhere
they smelled it in brooklyn
they smelled it in inwood

//james on guitar
i making up words and a bit of drumming

april 7, 2014

the delight of music 

more of james' sounds: https://soundcloud.com/james-beaudreau

I Was There that Day - Improv with James Beaudreau

Break The Sentimental Spoon

i found in my palm a flower (guitar sketches)

Even if that strength looks so tender and soft at times, or angry and hard-headed, some part of you is wishing to be well and can remember the way.

Fire

Rosalie

Created for Ziplock Zine (https://www.instagram.com/ziplock.zine/) in October 2020, based on a photo that Rachel found.

Lyrics: 
*May 62*

His button's slightly busting with his belly bulging out
And when I look back to that day forget what it's about
It was a good day
We get to be this way

One pen in his pocket one that wrote us to this place
Again we stand behind him donning white and black and lace
My fingers on your shoulder cos a real smile would be way more convincing

The children line up outside giggling their way in
Oh my god--I think I'll follow them
We’re getting somewhere now or we’ll keep trying to

They're testing nuclear missiles but they're missing the whole point
Now Mama’s getting nervous cos Nicki just tried a joint
So she folds her arms behind her and she worries how she worries with her eyes

His striped tie matches nicely with the lilting of her voice
As for coming over here it wasn’t her first choice
But the children they are smiling and they’re laughing oh come on 
It was a good day, it was our own way

Again we stand behind him smiling his way through
So much pride--I think I’ll follow you
We’re getting somewhere now or we’ll keep trying to

Auntie wears pearls from oceans to mark the holiday
The smell of skin and lotion sweat a delicate bouquet
And our hair we wear it short and we are letting it turn very nice and grey
Well either way 

I heard this month they re-attached a broken limb
Oh my god, now he's got a game to win
We’re getting somewhere now and we’ll keep trying to

I read this month a man got lost in outer space
Caught in a spin, now he’s home again
We’re getting somewhere now and we’ll keep trying to

May '62

folk music

my heartbeat and your heartbeat...that beat over there

https://marlavellows.bandcamp.com/album/the-imperfectionist

Marla Vellows

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