somebody else already used my title

the three key motions and rolls of this tide

are best described as active, reactive and dormant

those jaws that swallow those who aren’t looking are time and

alarm clocks, catacalysmic

times and 

endorphines, those supposed to coexist

either end up fighting or mating, or maybe it’s just a-

nother observation, moonstruck eyes are the most honest.

in the heart of the ocean a mine was planted

in the midst of an eighties-style washing machine a 

few thousand misguided fans danced, disenchanted

spun by rhythms, rinsed by distortion

crescendos and white noise..

another sun, another one, another

wind up and go and enjoy what the sleeping can no

longer,

the hands of the vocals rubbed me 

in a comforting di-

rection while pointing me down the current to the

drop-off,

something once reminded you of me and now that

same thing only reminds me of you

walk around straight in all the in-betweens

of my mind and the city, 

with my eyes closed so that no one can see me, i’m half-co

nnected

another sun, another one, another

wind up and go and enjoy what the sleeping can no

longer,

Gratitude rediscovered

I was granted the privilege of experiencing the Arb at night on Sunday with my dear friend and brother Josh. It’s safe to say that the middle of the prairie is where you can most openly appreciate each and every cloud for the bones that they are and how they all interconnect to give the sky its vertebrae. And in standing there, we discovered the point where the ceiling met the second story floor in our given environment was where the dome of the forest met the dark bases of the nimbus clouds closing in on us. I re-affirmed that I never found appeal in burning ants with magnifying glass when I was younger because every non-human critter, regardless of its size, belongs to a community much like ourselves and has just as much worth to their friends and family as we do to one another. one dog to another is worth just as much as your friend is to you. both figuratively and literally, musicians need to know their songs well before they start playing because you can’t go back X-number of measures and correct any mistakes you make. 

And on the topic of music,

Art is the only divine thing man is capable of producing. Ideas lead to war, sex has mutated into a weapon over time, and dreams reflect desire which breeds suffering. My band is my religion. Everywhere we’ve played, we’ve draped a lasting touch upon, just a fingerprint’s worth. Just enough of one. I turned to Josh, who was sitting next to me on the concrete bench we’d discovered at the beginning and end of a curb on the trail we’d been walking on, and told him that the reason I keep thanking him is because his existence reminds me that I need keep setting an example for all those willing to listen every time I create something or play a show, and his undying support gives me the encouragement I need to get up and out onstage. Without encouragement, I would have no confidence, and without confidence, I would have no voice.  

And this extends to any and everyone, alive or dead and still very much present all around, who’s ever told me I can. I am. Thank you all very dearly, sincerely. You are my blood and backbone, my reason.

“Okay, Johnny. I get it. You wanna be my boyfriend.”

-Linda Cummings’ most likely response to Johnny Ramone’s initial proposal