Making room here in this volume for song notes. The idea from the day before, to dive into dynamic activity later in the day some 2-4 hours after waking up.
I think those are pretty good and the music feels good too…
early this morning, in from the night we watched a movie ‘bout Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle. when you want something really good for it. When the question arises of why are doing it, or what’s it all worth, the most relevant answer is that it feels good and right and true to you.
I am getting better at following the natural rhythms of the spirit.
I do things according to the way I must do them, as the good man says.
The mystery man is someone else.
Last night I was listening to a radio show that I quite enjoyed. It’s a man walking in shadow in rainsoaked streets in Budapest.
The old city. Leads back to Los Angeles.
Forgive my initial stumbling. These on-camera courses are interesting.
I had to detour a little bit to pick up just a little substance.
Substantial reminders, yea last minute reminders.
The music’s flowing and sounding familiar. Let’s use the imagination and let it roll the way I like—that’s the way it is. Think I heard James Brown yesterday. He was bandleading.
I’d like to read shortly after this and compile the poem from yesterday. Rather angry wasn’t it? Did I have a title? Well I had a couple in mind already. Turnaround I think is good.
There’s a good feeling today. I see the man in the shadow.
There is work to do now on Substack. I feel the time has come. The piece today…
Is from Francis Howdy to deliver a monologue, today on the rhythm of love and the love between you and your person.
Texts, have they cheapened things and allowed for less creative expression? Is it better to write notes on paper?
John Lennon doodled to his people and all those in his life. I would like to do that. Do postcards take a while to deliver? Well I guess sometimes they do.
I’ve got to memorize this strange, funky monologue which I think will be a whole lotta fun. This one is something I wrote and recorded some time ago.
One thing to answer is “who am I? And/or who do I want to be?”
A thrilling question. One i think I’ll try and answer today. “How do I talk? How do I move, and work? What films do I dream? What music do I see? What rhythms do I play? Where do I go? What is it that I seek? Well the answers may come sooner than I think. Others may come later.
But I shall never stop asking. Perhaps not even when i think I’ve found the answers. And now the…
Coffee is ready. Hot and fresh.
P/S my girl is reading in the living room a book about a killer clown hahohoha, that reminds me of a story.
I liked the rhythm and fragmentation of this one :)
Fun going on your thought Journey… interesting and surprising. I especially liked your video clip.