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People i tell you

Flipping haggard homes is in my immediate present and our possible future. Much of this is thanks to soul brother jackson numero uno. Not only that, but he's also got me creating fliers with a license to puzzle.

Holla?

That was that and this is the other...

Stay tuned, cos aye still got mo' t'sho ya.

The one what got away

Way back in the year twenty ought nine, i swapped some lukewarm cash from years of birthday savings for a barely touched boss digital recorder. At the rockey home, we seem to have the worst kind of luck with desktopial computing systematics. On the srsly tip, if you have a working desktop computer which you would like to see suddenly malfunction beyond repair, just bring 'er on by our place. We'll take care of things. Oh yeah and if you (yes you) are the person who had the audacity to staple your home computer repair sign on our gorgeous privacy fence... We've got your number pony boy.

Back on track...

I created some sounds and spoke some voices into the previously mentioned digital recording device and what happened was this...

Back in the day, those in the biz would have referred to this one as an EP. Look it up youngsters. This particular EP is made up of the following four songs all handcrafted at the rockey home:

1. orange moon
2. darling, regardless
3. tonight's the night
4. panacea

You can download this digital piece of wax for free right here. If you'd prefer, you can check it out at bandcamp.com. Either way, thanks for listening. Never stop dancing.

Neighbors to the neighborless

Months have passed while the houses on either side of us have remained vacant. There appears to be some activity behind door number one. We hate to get our hopes up so we use our imagination. Meet Dave. He's made of snow and compost. He gives Olivia the creeps.

The weight of words

Todays playlist

The Muppets + Weezer =

It's where you hang your heart

Breakfast in bed, tiny gifts, squeaky clean.

It was an adventure, an adventure in patience

Daddy doesn't have to work today. Let's have a family day. Would you like to go to the children's museum? We'll use our pass and enjoy the carousel and all of the other attractions which tykes both young and old find appealing. What's this? So many cars lined up outside the... It's MLK day. No school could mean a whole lot of other families taking advantage with their own family day. But lookie here, the ticket counter appears to be vacant...

Well I do declare, it seems what we have here is a

FREE DAY!

We'll ride the carousel a couple of times, check out the fish and then stand around for a great deal of our time waiting to migrate from one floor to another. We'll pause for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then opt to wait in line for the elevator. After all, why wait forty minutes to travel two more floors when we could wait less than half the time to ride immediately to our destination in a tiny box full of delightful strangers?

MLK

Sleep
Sleep tonight
And may your dreams
Be realized
If the thunder cloud
Passes rain
So let it rain
Rain down on he

- U2, The Unforgettable Fire

I was thinking ’bout Alicia Keys, I couldn’t keep from crying

After falling asleep a week ago yesterday, I woke up to the sound of Alicia Keys singing about trying to sleep with a broken heart during a performance on SNL. Immediately, I was mesmerized by the Prince-inspired wall-of-pop-synth atmospherics, provocative lyrics and even Miss Keys stance as she exposed her aching heart on stage. I'll admit, I've never been smitten with Alicia Keys up to this point, perhaps because I've never given her music much attention. However, this song has been haunting me for the past seven days. Faint echoes would follow through my days. The song would play over the speakers at the coffee shop where I work from time to time. Then, two days ago as I was enjoying a bowl of cereal on the sofa before heading off to the aforementioned coffee shop, I stumbled upon the video to this song while flipping through channels in search of a rerun of "Roseanne". The visuals of this video were no less captivating than those of the performance on SNL, particularly when she knelt down before what appeared to be a wounded dog and brought it back to life. Things just got even weirder from there. Anywho, I was soon made aware that Alicia Keys is in fact a super-human or at least possesses super-human traits which probably make it difficult for her to assimilate authentically with us humans who, despite our most noble efforts, simply cannot fly or bring dead dogs back to life ala the pie maker (for those familiar with "Pushing Daisies").

Even after watching this video which is quite obviously a spin-off of Heroes, a show which managed to both win me and my wife over completely and lose our interest completely in a matter of months, it has only added to the intrigue of this song. The mere fact that Bob Dylan mentions her in the opening track "Thunder on the Mountain" from his brilliant 2006 album "Modern Times" should have given me enough reason to pay attention. Well, now you have my attention Miss Keys. Now you have my attention.

Goodness gracious

Over the span of the past week, new opportunities have provided a much needed change of scenery along with a bit of edification to my soul and humanity. Meanwhile, hearts ache and the world grieves over the death and devastation among a people already living in a land wrought with corruption. I don't even know what to feel, but I know that there is a response demanded of me. There is a response demanded of us.

What does love look like in times such as these?

Live snow!

Before heading to the children's museum for a late morning romp, the wee one and I found it necessary to pause in appreciation of the brilliant precipitation.

Reissues, Part II