This is the song “Abaddon Threads” by Bullets in a Burning Box. It is a ten-year-old song next year.
Jammin’ out a drum beat. This one is dedicated to my long-time friend and amazingly inspirational drummer Matthew T Wells.
Archive for the ‘Musicianship’ Category
Acoustic Jamming
Saturday, February 6th, 2010Experimental Rock Guitar
Wednesday, August 19th, 2009Spazing out on the guity.. Expecting a wayward sense of timing and complete disregard for coherence is recommended.
The Ultimate Key to Life
Thursday, August 13th, 2009You know it. You’ve always known it. You remember it again and again. Friends, books, epiphanies: these things keep pointing the way.
The ultimate key to life is right here, right now.. inside you.
It’s not there! It’s not right over there!
It’s right here.
I am Suddenly
Sunday, May 10th, 2009
Lawson Peak, Night Ascension
Wednesday, November 19th, 2008Driving Directions to Lawson Peak from San Diego
- Take I-8 East past Alpine to Highway 79 – Japatul Road exit
- Hang a right on Japatul Road and head south 5 miles
- Hang a left on Lyons Valley Road
- South about 5 miles to around mile marker 13
- Park in the gravelly turn-out for a dirt road heading uphill to your right
- Take the dirt path
Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
Thursday, November 6th, 2008
Doesn’t Walt Whitman sort of look like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings?
Feeling compelled to share his epic poem Song of the Open Road with You..
He refined his poems throughout his entire life.
Died in 1892..
Enjoy..
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Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever
I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)
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Kissing Abaddon
Friday, October 24th, 2008Kissing Abaddon
Might as well kiss him now.. Before I HAVE to.
Little Over the Top
I’m just me.. but a little over the top.
