Light lost

The stars,
They hang over this city.

When they wobble and weave, you know tremmors in your gut. And the
price that you find while falling, is a fearful fit in such an
uncomfortable shape..

In my embarassment, I might forget to poll my self together, and for
whatever I did - I don't know how I did you so.

See, there's these stars.

And they hang for days in the passing night.

They reduce distance and pull it tight around the face of the earth.
And the time that blesses your silent sleeping body is more than I
could keep.

You see? The stars?

They're falling.

Morning sky

There's just something about the skies of Los Angeles. Sometimes, I
think they're all that hold me here. Sometimes I think they're the
best reason to leave. But there's no denying that they're beautiful.

Slate Grey Monica

On my way
Work is Waiting.
The ocean is dark today,
and the weight is fading.

The air, it smells like jet fuel
And your heart, the beats ring
Like thunder claps
over the waves

Capital Change - state of the day

It's raining here in Los Angeles. The travail of living off an ocean I
suppose. It certainly makes travel... Interesting.

So, my friend and I are working on a white paper for another campaign.
Its good to be back in it, working the ideas and making them fit and
lithe. The total net effect is always a question mark, but we want to
help. We live in a sort of political wilderness here in California.
For once, we're more than just an ATM and an afterthought. And it
makes me feel a little more like I own this state, that it really is
the state I was born in. Here I am, trying to help, to make something
more and contributing on a couple levels to a few different campaigns.

I'm not, nor have I ever confused myself with, a significant player in
my field. But some work is finally paying personal and developmental
dividends. I'm anxious and excited and satisfied.

But its still raining, and I've a feeling its going to be a long night.

_______________________
John Massey

(Sent from my mobile)

Avenue of Hope

"For the man with the morning in his eyes"

Small laughter

Sometimes its the little things

stars are presents

Last night, I was walking home from dinner with a friend. We looked over the horizon and coincidentally saw the new moon behind a whisp of clouds. Then I turned my head upward, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, there was a beautiful present star field. I could see Orion and Ursa Major and even the faintest hint of Mars. It was a gigantic and full field, but they were stars. I can't remember not seeing a purple sky at night in this city. It's been that way forever. And then by chance, there it was.

It was beautiful and it stunned me.

quick update

So I've become a precinct captain for Barack Obama's presidential campaign.

That's not time consuming at all. And there's the work. Lots of that. Which is good.

I'm tracking some new stuff for "CONFIDENCE/COINCIDENCE" on some weekends at the beginnings of the mornings.

Too tired to write too much... sorry.

Providence?

Oh, Iowa. How you've consumed me.

It happened rather quickly. Nancy and Hoyt arrived a few minutes before me to the bar in Santa Monica. One of California's blogs was joining with an organisation called Drinking Liberally to watch the returns. I came in and before I could turn my head around to count the faces, MSNBC had called it. I felt the hand on my back, clapping it. I ignored the swirling thoughts and looked up into the eyes of ascending hope. He's an elegant charm about him, I said later that night... after discussion of Alpha Girls and Vassar Boys, and an impromptu gathering of the ignorant tight-ass club of Santa Monica Liberals. Dinner on the promenade and the rush of impact on the geometry unfolding as we stood there living it - Kucinich, Biden and Dodd out, Richardson would follow suit before the end of the night.

Barack Obama.

The bump will fade, and the glory will dissipate - but for a night, as it did once before, the United States did something remarkable and good. They rejected on both ends of the ideological spectrum the triumphant imperialism, the braggadocio and insipid naiveté of our wandering time in this dessert these sixteen years.

This country is always waiting for some thing, some one - to ignite the substance of things hoped for, while all too often ignoring the evidence of things not seen. It would seem that briefly, they took up both and gathered between their teeth the reigns of an instance of providence.

way back machine: 1986

So, while I was in New Jersey (*shudder) I took a very thorough trip through my history in documents (audio & visual). I have plenty to share, but I wanted to get this out because it seems worth it. 

This is me in 1986. Riding a toy bike. With a bucket on my head. It's a brilliant picture. So, clearly I was cooler and smarter when I was three... And I'm sure that's not surprising to anyone... but I think it's lovely. It's my fathers doing, the bucket. And any other day of the week I'd probably try to make him feel bad for lobbing a bucket on his three year old son's head... but then I remembered that we share the same knuckle-head sense of humour and that it was hilarious. So I sent the pic to my other hilarious acquintance (Fatty) and she gave me a good piece of advice. As I'm in the middle of working on my new album (I know you all can't wait for it (*shifts smile upward in delusion)) ... she suggested that it should be the cover to my next album. I agreed immediately... I'm still shaping up the set list and need to make the principal recordings on about half still, but the title has already been decided: "Confidence/Coincidence". I don't know entirely what that phrase means yet, but:

I think me and my bucket fit it's theme perfectly. 

for tracking purposes

hello world. so, this is my new years resolution. My latest attempt to keep some sort of regular dialogue going having to do with my life/friends/world. 

Usually I start and then things get busy or I use this as some artistic jumping off point... obviously I should leave that sort of thing for... you know, real artists. 

So this will be a regular old venal blog, except that hopefully it will involve more people and be a better chronicle of what some have told me is an interesting perspective. I'm hoping this will be the clearing house for the events/experiences I want to make available to ridicule/interest/insight. I hope someone has something interesting to add at some point... 'cause jesus, i don't think anyone wants me to go on too long by myself. 

PS. also, i'll try not to be too calculating or reserved (i.e., a politician) when posting... so ya'll can keep me real. Or at least try too. You know with all this morbid obesity, I'm prone to making insensitive and selfish remarks.