"A" is for August, "a" is for alternative, "A" is for Americana…

August is here and it feels like the sun has moved closer than ever.  It’s hot as blazes.  Yearning for the cool dry air of Fall.  Yearning for a change, for changes.

I think I’m going to holster my Metal for a month.  Sometimes change has to be nudged along and maybe there’s a need to climb out of a rut.

There is something soul speaking about a number of artists of any genre, but sometimes it’s hard to hear the small still voice over the over-driven Marshall amps.  Metal, subtlety is not your name.

I can only bullrush life for so long, I guess. So in August I’m going to get my twang on, get my groove back and take a break from the Metal music that has been my personal soundtrack this year.

It’s time to revisit my love of alt.country, folk rock, Americana, r&b, soul, jazz and pop music.  See if there’s a new horizon beneath the hooks and choruses, behind the shimmering and twangy guitars and underneath the soaring harmonies.

What will this accomplish?  Who knows.  I certainly don’t, but you don’t go anywhere by standing still.

I’ll try to post updates on my journey this month, give you my observations, record reviews and general thoughts.

This will be coupled with training for a half marathon and redoubling my work-out efforts, should make for an interesting month.

I’ll keep you posted!

The one where I wonder…

rising with the dawn
nature and her god greet me
my nose is filled with the wet rot of the forest
a robin egg sky shines and sparkles

a song rings out
like a chime
or a crystaline D chord, reverberating…
decaying and starting again

steam dances, like specters called home
the sun warms his love
and she stretches out beneath him
groaning

I sigh, stretch
soaking in it
and wonder
will I remember what it feels like

to be in love…

The one where she dances…

She wants to dance with Bono
wants to live in that rarefied air…
get that broken heart mended
wrapped up in some everlasting arms

She tells him, “I want to play in your band”
feel that adoration
and swoon

She wants to dance with Bono
Tango, Samba, Meringue
with an Irish accent
and swagger

She makes me dream
and
I want to be Bono…

The one where I see things…

Sometimes I can see
The stitches on a curve ball
The maelstrom of a black hole and the math at work
Into your eyes and the wonders of creation

Sometimes I can hear
The universe vibrating
The wee folk laughing
Your heart beating

Sometime I can feel
The solar winds blow through my hair
The plates surf on magma
The warmth of your body

and I wonder…