Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
I announced his death on my blog but it was just wishful thinking.
He’s probably got many minutes of rich life left in him.
I very much enjoyed having home made mac and cheese for breakfast.
I need to spread the joy of biscotti this am.
700 words on UPSUN
I have a doc’s appointment for my prescription renewal tomorrow, and I have called the clinic to confirm my scan appointment. I won’t get a call back unless they’re confused about something.
My heart’s been broken through the years
I’ve mended it with my own tears
and tears can be a kind of glue
when they’re raining down the simple truth
I own me and I do not own you
I own only me and I don’t own you
Candles bless my tired eyes
and as I watch the bubbles rise
in every perfect mirror see
my struggle looking back at me
the heart that I am breaking is my own
the heart that I am breaking is my own
Close the door to be alone
can I see you and be still as stone
your bright eyes and your brighter mind
hold sentiments no more than kind
the heart that I am breaking is my own
Doing well and doing good
are hard enough it’s understood
that when aren’t the type to lie
you have to find a place to hide
no place of refuge can be right
if I can’t be in your arms tonight
The heart that I am breaking is my own
that’s Gord Breckenridge on piano
I have figured out how the rest of this chapter is going to go, but I’m taking a break. Poor Slider, holding the balance in their hands!
Right foot arch hurts so much that standing, walking, are terrible. I wore non arch support shoes for one day of running around and look what it got me, I’m gimped up fierce mama.
Biscotti is in the oven for the second bake; first bake items are sitting around looming like in the kitchen. First batch will be off to the Lunders hopefully today.
Kaossilator notes: S.60 300 bpm ga10 RG1 c´ Describe triangles in the upper half of the playing board very deliberately. Result is called ” Approaching the Derelict Slowly from An Abundance of Caution “
This is a theme song for a non-existent TV show about strange supernatural beings in central BC.
Allison Durno made this LOVE THE COLOURS – orange, dark purple, pink….
Thinking of my friend Dave D as I post this.
took the day off yesterday from writing. I’ve written maybe a hundred words this morning and I’m trying to find the narrative ladder to make it happen and I think I have.
What does home mean to you? What does your ideal home look like, sound like, smell like, feel like? What art is on the walls? what does your bed look like? How many people live with you? Are you in the city?
Have you ever been homeless? How did you overcome it?
It’s true that I posted a different version of this song already but a) this is the best song I’ve written in years b) this is the WHOLE thing AS IT IS MEANT TO BE PLAYED. It isn’t perfect but it’s the whole thing.
Anthony raved about the harmonics. He has miked an awful lot of live guitar in his life but he’s never heard someone get sounds like this out of an acoustic guitar, with no effects or processing. I have the ability to really startle the professionals with my capers and antics … musically.
This song is also called between skin and flesh
Did you go straight to a shrine
When you got off the boat
And did you say my name
Did you pray for something special
Maybe self-restraint
God’s own grace to hide your shame
Chorus
I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you
You wrote down my name on parchment
Then set it ablaze
I know when you did it and it
Stayed in me for days
I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you
To the world that may be watching
It appears that we’re at war
But it is a game we’re playing
Though our son might ask what for
I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you
Did you go straight to a shrine
When you got off the boat
and did you say
my name
sharp eyed and long term readers of this blog will note that I have updated the lyrics since the last time I posted this.
I almost misgendered one of my closest friends today, that was unpleasant.
Canadian context document on Defunding the police.
first 2500 word day in quite a while over the last 24 IT’S THE SUNSHINE
Paul and I walked at the Quay yesterday. I watched a toddler dance for 20 minutes to banjo music and we walked the entire west side from the Colonizing Tin Bastard to the place where a crow gave a lecture to a bunch of starlings. Never seen anything quite like it, colloquy lasted a while. Also got circle buzzed by a hummingbird, never had that happen before; Paul enjoyed it too.
today I decided to rehearse as if I was giving a mini concert, and back to back I did my best ever versions of the Gelis and Nicholas song and then the best ever version of The Friend Who Gave Me This Ukelele and then I did maybe my third best ever version of Alexios. Then I blew very loud into a kazoo while realizing that the song I was blowing to bits was one that wasn’t actually on my list yet.
Also I can’t find the lyrics for that song. I’m going to try to find it in my blog but it might have been too personal, so I’m considering the lyrics lost for now. October 13 2015. I can remember writing it very clearly, knowing where I was, but I think I wrote it on guitar and when I played it just now it was on octave mandolin and I couldn’t remember any of the lyrics so I just blew it into a kazoo which probably bugged the living shit out of Jeff if he heard any of it. It really helped me EXPRESS MY FEELINGS though.
Jeff went out for Ratlands this morning, and it was the best coffee I’ve ever had from McDonalds. My blood is SINGING WITH BEANS.
I don’t think that organist is here to play funeral music….
Has it been that long? Yes…
This is just me singing in my room, so don’t expect much. Also I had to do about a hunnert takes from crying, so this is the point my mood hit the big red NO MORE button. There was a dulcimer accompaniment but it morphed into another tune.
she was a funny cat – she definitely had more of a sense of humour than most. And she didn’t hold a grudge…. also most uncatlike. This is her consulting on me entering ‘The Evening News’ into Finale.
I have gone where my friends are waiting
Don’t you worry ‘bout me
And it’s not like I could forget you
Or you forget about me
You will miss me lots
Wish it wasn’t so
When I fill your thoughts
You will know I was here
I was here a moment ago
My old bowl is back in the cupboard
And my grave’s in the yard
Your old heart isn’t made of rubber
And you’re taking this hard
All the love you felt for me
Will never go away
It’s in the universe we made between us
and it is here to stay
I have gone where my friends are waiting
Don’t you worry ‘bout me
And it’s not like I could forget you
And you will never, ever forget about me.
pretty much as advertised
29K words. I think it was down around 18K last time I checked in, but just so you know I’m writing like a mad fool. It’s not quite to graphomania states but right up there, a thousand words a day (graphomania for me is more than 2500 words more than four days running.)
It’s all dialogue, infodumps and emotions including an extremely truncated and not graphic sex scene.