Monday, November 29, 2010

The Nature Of Songs.

Epic songs of sadness or of love are the best kind, 

Because they have a point;

The fact that they're relatable is a bonus,

Not the main draw.


Exquisite musicianship isn't in the complicated parts, 

It's in letting the spaces speak;

Volume/tone/melody/tempo,

All serve to say what words alone never can.


The words can be personal, masked by generalities, 

or universal, and plainly so;

The key is for truth to be involved, 

Whether the writer's own, or someone else's.



Saturday, March 14, 2009

My Corruption Of An Innocent Last Night.

Last night, my straight-laced 21yr. old coworker Duke was the designated driver on a bar visit. He'd never seen a woman he wasn't married to's panties before, played pool with strangers for money, witnessed what I call "Funny Buzzed Austin", or been in a "You Got Served"-style dance battle, until last night. He now has. He's welcome, yes.