Do Not Advance The Action According To A Plan
As we slowly ease through the first month of the new year, I remain grateful for the mild temperatures this winter has offered us thus far. Inside, the cats cuddle close beneath light blankets, but spend just as much time pouncing on insectile prey in the leaf-strewn yard. I’ve rebuilt the temporary ‘annex’ studio, and …
Continue reading "Every Spark Of Friendship And Love Will Die Without A Home"
Christmas is now two days past. Soon along these rural backroads will appear the husks of evergreens rotting in ditches, bits of tinsel still clinging brightly to sagging branches. All the tree stands will shutter, giant Santas deflated and packed away, these vacant lots abandoned of activity until autumn creates a market demand for pumpkins …
Continue reading "With The Winter Coming On, I’m Just Looking For A Hand To Warm"
December has only just jostled into frame, yet the early spell of winter remains unbroken over Western Tennessee. Nights are bitterly cold, though the stunning panorama of shimmering stars through naked branches makes late-night walks to the mailbox semi-bearable. The dark falls swiftly now come evenings, and with my night owl's sleep schedule the sun …
Its been roughly a week since I've returned from a short run of East Coast/Midwest shows, and I'm still readjusting to the stillness of a quiet life at home. Truth is, I'm restless. The tour was not an altogether successful one, either mentally or monetarily, and had to be curtailed when the shattering of my …
Continue reading "It’s Hard To Tell How Far You Are From Knowing Your Heart"
Living in rural nowhere means a fifteen-minute drive for even the most mundane of activities, and in tonight's case it was securing a plump and sliceable pumpkin from the nearest Kroger for our annual fall gathering tomorrow evening. I took Denny's late-model Buick (as my elderly Firebird doesn't have the most adequate heat and its …
Continue reading "Gathered And Strewn, From This Altitude, To Some Other Moon"
September ends with midnight, calendar autumn is wrapping up its first week, and still the temperatures grind along in the 90s here in rural west Tennessee, despite the abundance of falling leaves and the earlier encroaching of darkness, despite the hopes of open windows and bittersweet chills among most everybody in and around Memphis. The …
Continue reading "The Light Is Leaving And Its Hard To Breathe, Buried In The Pile Of Leaves"
Nearly official fall, more trees shedding early leaves and turning early, brilliant shades of orange and and brown and yellow. The humid haze of summer has lifted from Memphis for another trip around the sun. Still I find myself unable to reset whatever passes for my internal clock - the nature of this disorder is …
Continue reading "We Built Walls Tall And Solid, Between The Treasure And The Shovel"
Fall is still slowly creeping in at the edges of things. I've done some gear shuffling and penned some notes on tones and settings, and now I'm fully immersed in recording once more. This'll be the second part of a series of (vaguely) related Nonconnah albums - the first was finished a couple months ago, …
Continue reading "In Sweet Corrosive Firelight, In The City Made Of Tin"
Here I am, wailing wall, returning late from an intimate little Midtown show, which provided a deeply enjoyable opportunity to collaborate with a new face (Josh Shaw, from incredible Memphis shoegazers Blvck Hippie), though I am concerned by an undesired crackle I discovered issuing from my amp halfway through the set. Fingers crossed it was …
Continue reading "Don’t Forget Your Own Wilderness Wish, It Gets Buried In Snow"
This is a fallow time around these parts. Not wanting to get too far ahead of the game, I've suspended recording work for the time being to focus on other matters, at least until the next full-length is out. This means finishing our film (slowly but surely), working on the novel (the same), and trying …
Let The Seasons Drift 