Once there was such a thing as a local newspaper. Krister performs Weightless Heart on the Weissenborn from the studio in Medford.
Even in the most generous of predications, it would be hard to make the case that I have anything to complain about. So I will attempt to simply explain.
The world is full of interesting details about obscure progressive rock bands.
Looking for things that should never be. Building the walls that will set us free.
I set out in the morning and shes watching over me
I write only in pixels now.
This life falls short of you in my fleeting paradise beneath the spotlight.
My teacher had a thing for Copeland and Bartok. They were kind of a big deal.
He loved a good Western, his dog Sophie, Fettuccine Alfredo, and frequent trips to the candy store. He will be missed, very much.
And the sky feeds the river, and the sun feeds the sky.
I found this poem from last summer, I was in LA and I decided to walk from Downtown all the way to our hotel in Studio City, just like how I used to walk to Montmartre from the Champs-Élyseés at night when I was a kid. I wrote this along the way by talking to my phone.
A big shout-out to my buddy Shawn Pander, who called me up to sit in on his ACL gig because his main keyboard guy was in Italy.
One by one we cross the wide water and flames that fill the night
In a thousand years today what will change?
today we make the promises tomorrow we keep them
is it now? said the mule looking up at a shadow
And it didn’t rain as if the clouds couldn’t speak
Let us both be free in the corners of the world
When the smoke has lifted and the sun never again forgets to shine
I have cold stones in my heart And the color of desire Is dark against the night as the lights in Hollywood flicker