Thursday, August 26, 2010

So I'm back, to the Velvet Underground...

Back to the floor that I love,

To a room with some lace and paper flowers,

Back to the gypsy that I was...

Back to the gypsy...that I was.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Lake Michigan

My pictures from
Kenosha, WI

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

We are stardust. We are golden.

I came upon a child of God 
He was walking along the road 
And I asked him, "Where are you going?"
And this he told me... 

I'm going on down to Yasgur's Farm, 
I'm gonna join in a rock and roll band. 
I'm gonna camp out on the land.
I'm gonna get my soul free. 

We are stardust.
We are golden.
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

Then can I walk beside you? 
I have come here to lose the smog, 
And I feel to be a cog in something turning.

Well maybe it is just the time of year, 
Or maybe it's the time of man. 
I don't know who I am, 
But you know life is for learning.

We are stardust. 
We are golden. 
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

By the time we got to Woodstock, 
We were half a million strong 
And Everywhere there was song and celebration. 

And I dreamed I saw the bombers 
Riding shotgun in the sky, 
And they were turning into butterflies 
Above our nation. 

We are stardust.
Billion year old carbon.
We are golden..
Caught in the devil's bargain 
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Too bad Joni never actually made it to Woodstock.  I bet it's one of her life regrets...although Joni doesn't seem like a woman who has regrets. 

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sunday, August 1, 2010


"At the point where I'm trying to force something and it's not happening, and I'm getting frustrated with, say, writing a poem, I can go and pick up the brushes and start painting. At the point where the painting seems to not be going anywhere, I go and pick up the guitar."

"The moon is essentially gray, no color. It looks like plaster of Paris, like dirty beach sand with lots of footprints in it."