This Is Just Saying

My feet are a bit cold. I did not ask for it but was surprised with it, rather. 

I ate 

the ice cream 

that was on 

the counter

which 

you were probably 

saving 

for sundaes. 

Forgive me, 

it was delicious.

I only left

a spoonful.

Ahh, to misremember poems. I just checked, and I got the basic structure right on that one. I remember the words to the original but was not completely sure of the structure. I have not actually, to sound like a pompous asshole, composed any verse in a long while. Maybe I should do that relatively soon. I miss my love affair with words and my ongoing tussle with the muse.

Comparatively, Miami's bridges have neon lights shining on them.

So, I am in this interesting situation as of late. I am so prone to hesitation in this area of things. It ever clouds my decisions--that, and plain apprehension. Though, yesterday, I watched True Grit and it underlined my thought process on the need to be headstrong while also leading with the heart. The juste milieu yet again. This song sort of came out of that. Oh, and adding bells automatically makes this sound happy, right? Great aside!: I had the window open recording this and got a great field recording of leaves blowing on the concrete. I did not realize how much I missed that sound.

Grit

Call it fate. Call it what you will. Just look at the things it brought to you--like the chance to feel safe again. It's laid bare. All you have to do is share your life, so, don't be scared. Can you take what's given to you and make it grow roots? All the time spent comes back to you. All the grit and grime under your nails is just another detail of what you've made. So, once it's set, let's move like snails. So, let me tell you how it is. When the table's empty and you feel hungry, I'll be there to fix it. And, if you don't feel lovely, then I've got a bone to pick with you. You must not see what I always do.

I wanted to post a good portrait. I failed.

I guess this is as good a way to start with the new year.

No clanking of crystal. Just a tune.

Love

tm

Christmas Staycation

Considering the time between posts, I expect to be slightly tight lipped this time around--for fear of rambling.
One space, not two, after a period is the more common modern practice. In undergraduate classes, I was, shall we say, a bit Victorian on the matter. I also wrote my papers single spaced. It always made for a dramatic reveal when I felt stuck at a point. And yes, I have rambled now. One sentence in and I have successfully rambled.

I suppose I should mention the holiday. I did, in fact, go to the beach; however, the whole day did not seem that much different that most. I did wear festive colors though, so that was fun.

Bokeh seem to dominate pictures this time of year.

So, I wrote this one fairly quickly and with a person and an idea in mind. The vocal loops clip a bit but I suppose I am okay with that. Like I have mentioned before, I am no musical engineer and have not in my possession a studio. It is called

Explanations

Explanations aren't always easy. Sometimes they aren't something pleasing. We all, well, we all tend to argue someway; but, it's okay when it's something playful. All of it doesn't matter when you've got somebody to hold you--even those things that you disagree on, those too. And, like glue, all that remains are the things that we do admire. It's so true: it builds on the affection that it inspires. So, remember, explanations and arguments aside, the only thing left to hide is a smile.

It's weird how this reminds me of my small town but it's right outside my building.

Anyway, my work is done here.

More soon.

Love,

tm

The Veriest Charlie Brown, Linus.

Hanukkah started last night and Christmas is right around the corner. The holidays are upon us. I would probably be lying if I said I was super happy to be spending them in Miami--is asking for a little snow just too much? Though, I do enjoy the prospect of being able to go to the beach on Christmas day if I am so inclined. That would be a first. Well, it might not... I did live in Hawaii when I was a child; so, it is pretty probably that I spent a Christmas on or near a beach. Damn, there goes the first for everything column.
Interjection: this cat really wants to clean my beard... ALL the time.
My favorite thing about this time of year is a combination of things really: winter clothes, snow, breathing really deep through  your nose just to feel the cold air, a red nose on a girl, and the old style Christmas lights at night. I have to admit, though, there is probably more than that.

So, I suppose that I should post more than one song to commemorate the two holidays. Sadly, I am not going to do a Hanukkah song. Instead, I will post an ambient instrumental I did that sounds awfully drenched in a certain culture.
Uta Ichiban

The other, is my hurried and probably off kilter attempt, thanks to you mr. drink, of a Charlie Brown Classic:
Christmastime Is Here

Maybe, sometime soon, I will finish one of those actual songs that I have been working on, but, until then I guess you will have to make due with this.
Love
tm

Put on some old, sad bastard music,

See if I care.

So, apparently I have been addicted to Carmex for like a month or two. I use it so often that when I forget to bring it with me somewhere, I am in complete agony. I am strategically weening myself off of the stuff and drinking tons of water. My body can do the work! I think I usually do that with other things in my life too (like headaches and getting sick--I do not usually take medicine unless I feel I really need to do it).

On lighter news, I am growing a beard, apparently. I have not shaved in a week and a half. It pretty much says that I am resigned to the thought of being single at the moment. Because, honestly, who needs a beard in Miami? Exactly.

Oh, and I bought some spray paint today for a project in the apt. and I think I am going to maybe make a stencil and put some stuff around town. I have been thinking about it ever since I saw Exit Through The Gift Shop, anyway.

If someone could give me a loop pedal or point me in the direction of a super cheap one, that would be amazing. I want to start playing shows again and this thing would make it so much easier being that it caters to the anti-social nature of its user: i.e. I would not have to find other dudes to play parts that I could play.

I figure that recording, even if it is not my own song, is still productivity, right? Anyway, this is a cover of a Doc Watson tune inspiré par Sam Amidon. I wish there was not this thudding noise on the recording.. oh well. It is called...

Wake Up, Little Maggie

Love,

tm