Today I sat at my drum kit for the first time in over a month, and beat the living fuck out of it to some of the greater and lesser-/un- known The Speeding Trees compositions. Got blistered and stupid sweaty. Feels good man. Bodies block energy in weird places. Under the small of my back is a nucleus of godhead. Free energy, trapped by beliefs that are fused into my meat, like a gold stash under a padlock. The key is a radio channel, my sense of mission the tuner, invisible wings the antenna. Fuck you it’s poetry.
Persephone: A Rock Ballet went over really well, despite technical flaws aplenty. It was incredibly gratifying to be able to create, manifest and perform that production. Hilary is a great organizer and her talented cast of dancers really brought the story to life. We tried booking it in Burlington (an hour east of us) but for several reasons it won’t be happening, I’m sad to say. The DVD of our Fairfield show will be produced shortly and available for sale.
Work has continued on the score for The Vindication of Ronald Clay and the film should be complete in mid-August! More info on this soon.
At moments I feel consumed by life’s challenges and left without a moment to put my conscience at rest. At other moments I feel like nothing more than a pair of eyeballs and a rattling mind drifting through the void of living. At others I feel driven by an unending force.