Jordan Hull/Ron Gallo present “Midweek Mountain Getaway”

22 Sep

These guys….

Jordan Hull

Ron Gallo

Have begun recording a split EP! It will be titled “Midweek Mountain Getaway”, and will feature 4 Ron songs and 4 Jordan songs.

Ron’s songs are titled “Don’t Let Me Make No Fool of You”, “Back Rider”, “No More Songs of Love” and “Maybe (You’ll Find Something)”.

Jordan’s songs are titled “High Time”, “Lonely Autumn Night’s”, “Caroline” and “Birthday Suit”.

They we’re joined by this guy on drums…..

Matt Kelly

Woohoo, mo’ soon!

Begin!

18 Sep

I think I’m going to actually start to dedicate myself to this thing.  Just some central place for me to bullshit about stuff that I’m feeling.  Cafe is playing The Kinks, I’m undergoing a setback but I’m gonna pull through and never return.

francoise hardy

22 Aug

new discoveries when your heads out of the sun.

Francoise Hardy.

baskets

22 Aug

seems to me the general consensus is a big black cloud just hanging around, that everyone is in the valley for now.  i look around and i see pretty faces with dreams of death in their eyes, i look around and i see familiar faces that seem like strangers to themselves, i look around and i see smiles that drip with melted plastic, synthetic leather skin, i look around and i feel that there is no mystery.  when love fleets it takes your mind with it, and a man who is only controlled with a heart is one bound to turn to dust, unless he realizes that fifty two cards come in a deck so as to make more baskets.

and so that’s what i’ll do! i’ll spend my days weaving baskets out of the past and future, i’ll live only in the very present, as there is only pitch black behind and blinding light ahead.  You feel a fire in your loins when thinking of the horizon.  You feel a hurricane in your breast when you think of surrender.  You feel a tickle in your bones when you try to envision a life other than the one you aren’t immune to.  I was immune.  I accentuate the pretty things.  I forget I was in the valley before.

Just make baskets, keep your chin below your eyes, and your mouth crippled.

coffee with lemon

22 Aug

almost right!

24 Apr

if your head were as cloudy as mine
you wouldn’t know all the things you do
if you’re hair wasn’t made of thread
the touch of a palm wouldn’t feel as true
But somewhere out there there is a something
born to rivet my soul
cut through my haze
make me change my ways
or die a forgetting
and forgotten boy
if your days were like the fields of the heartland
endless and alluringly the same
then you would see where I’m coming from
and wonder why I’m not more insane
if your ways were as crooked as battered brick highways
conquering acres of filthy and famished hearts
then we may not have ever crossed paths
we may have never surpassed the very start.

corpulent dream

24 Apr

i suddenly have the strong desire to become a sponge. one that doesn’t require sleep. that can rage all the night, being soaked with unresting ideas and thought.  i can’t sleep any longer.

the view from my window is blurred
from careless tired eyes
i’ve been half dead for many years
i’ve only ever hoped to find
suddenly i dream to break through the canopy
and set my limits to the crying blue sky
good morning soul ache
you are dusty and so tired you’re blind
if i were the wind, wildly winding through the world
pick up, leave behind, always driving forward in good time
I want to be inspired, lit on fire by a burning desire
to become wholesome and enriched by all there is
not a dead man with a beating heart and forgotten breath
rise up let the good things in.
i know you haven’t ever but i do believe you can
be like them
the ones you idolize for their wide open eyes
and their restless hearts
their bottomless pits of wisdom
masters by their own accord
it’s what i was built from the dirt for
to love and learn
not fade and burn