Mike Clark artwork circa 2015
There’s a whole lotta crap i deleted under here and thankfully so even if some of it was pretty damn good and came filtered through some ominous and technicolor dreams lately and the origins too complex to fully parse out here without utter chaos but its at that stage of dream life/ remembrance i know the meagre flow of my own spurious “creative” freshet has been creaked open to its modest maximum under the strain of a hard-cranked rusted-up turn mechanism.
I should quit while i am ahead but that has never been a particular virtue of mine. In fact usually if i triumph in any aspect of my life and that covers just about 78% of meaningful apportionment of “kudos”, i don’t quit as one might think one should. Nope. Rarely take the accolades in hand and fairly skip back to a mellow lit homestead where possibly in shadows of entry a warm blooded partner, avatar of validation awaits with reflexive animal embrace of your self-worth, and no need to find another’s arms elsewhere. No. I don’t QUIT with that possible scenario looming as a cross to bear, not until the fat lady sings and by then she is joining in with the jeers anyways because the guilt is too great of feeling at peace and confident, never quit until the slightest faint murmur of whatever myriad gossamer thread of self-congrats remained in the massed clamor of interior monologue shouting; you DESERVE it! not until those Threats to the State are swatted, hunted down in very particular of their ego swollen boastful native environs,, ferreted out each and every last trace and vestige of them and exterminated gloriously and bountifully and for good.
Now i’ve exhausted myself and note that i’m not even asking about you. I am in another of my dangerous moods, Also i have found that music translates into many aspects of life and its appreciation, even better, practice, can only enliven, advance, increase, stimulate. But maybe i am only saying that because i am old now and here is the proof, from last summer and i took it then to send to a girl who had better things to think about and who works at the restaurant where i stumbled into after a month and not grieving over her (necessary) rejection (im sooooo fucking old!) and sang a Springsteen song (post title) among others and with others and you know that came easy becuase i don’t have practice singing but am musical. Fun is fun. I had lost my way. I guess i’m back. All is forgiven.
You ever wonder how particular songs seem to represent something vital in you, and its not always an easy linkage if you think about Tom Cruise as Jerry McGuire pounding the dashboard as he spins the radio to get just the right vibe after he has fucked up his entire future and on a whim and he settles on Tom Petty. Good choice “Free Falling”. I like it too. As a guitar player heres something i turn to…maybe when i haven’t played in a while, especially when the thrill is required. Its always gutteral, how we think is patterned maybe. Anyways god i wish this was a true imprint and maybe it is, a partial one, of one soul. Peace.
“Dime Mi Amor”—-Los Lonely Boys (live) Henry Garza—guitar
-- It seems like we all experience moments of reflection, where we try to assess and refine our perceptions of experiences. Lately, I've been pondering many things and engaging in the challenging and somewhat defiant task of reevaluation too. I hope you're doing well. Xo.
Apple in a dangerous mood!! I think there’s something in the air…I’ve noted it for many of us 🤍