Tina Shaffer called my manager yesterday
Didn't say what for
Besides saying she was calling
"About John's song"
You see
I had just submitted a song
For the 2007 New York Songrwriter's Circle Song Contest
The contest that she runs
Made me perk up
Who knows what she wants from me
Or wants with "Musical"
Playing in such a festival and the Circle
Stamp of "Legit" on my career file.
CD Release - Mo Pitkins or Bitter End?
East or West Village?
Where in Buffalo?
Rehearsals - when and where, let's get ready
My career begins now. Let the ferocity commense.
August 29, 2007
August 20, 2007
Amtrak and April 1, 2007, a retrospective.
date
Apr 1, 2007 4:28 PM
subject
Re: email - part uno.
"I'm writing you on the train today
Speckled rain drops wipe the grime off the window
I draw the shades because the daylight does not feel so redeeming
I listen to songs that make my head swirl
And with chord progressions take me to the heights of human awareness
There is no set time for my return, as there usually is
I will have to brave most of the summer in South Brooklyn
I've never felt more 'in my body' than recently
I feel and cherish every hair, scab, iris
Your writing speaks to me, or through me
My mind need not filter it as I would normally do
You speak of the real me, my naivety and half-attempt at wisdom
I feel tormented by things bigger than me
I feel blessed at the same time, if that makes sense
And every new song that enters me today
Makes me want to show everyone so many things
I desire to be loved, I tell myself repeatedly
I want love in my life
I write words for what will be my opus
"Be content in who you are /
Be content that your might not necessarily go far /
But you'll try anyway"
Am I the only one who realizes what that means?
Everyone sleeps on the train
We always sleep on the way home
I want to write Freedom
To scream at the tops of the highest,
Most spectacular places
To proclaim it, and live it
Freedom in its purest form
In its truest form
I want to stand above everyone
Look down, see the Free
And love them.
"All the sights of Paris / Pale inside your iris"
The head swirls again.
Rufus
It has been so long since I have felt what true love is
I hear you speak of your worries of finding a man
And it seems unreasonably pessimistic
Because you are the Beacon
You give me hope
That there is another kind soul
Walking around the other side of the island
And when we cross paths
It is good. It is very good.
And I haven't needed to think very much past that level.
Please do not feel anxious anymore
You are worthy of everything you want
And I feel it being drawn to you.
This week, Easter
I had wished to be at a better place with God by now
Palm Sunday, the Passion read at Mass
The party favors we get to take home and hang up
Remind us we have a part in the nails and wood
I want to feel close to God again
And I was just a short time ago
I can be close to God
And I hope Easter can bring me into His favor
I would love to share Easter with you
Let me know if you are interested
I haven't been able to bare myself to anyone in so long
And it fucked me up at the time
But you are always so kind, so understanding
And you accept me unequivocally
I don't feel embarassed to say
I am a Man of God
Or that I get scared of so much
It never shakes you from my corner
Thank you.
Sending thoughts somewhere south of Syracuse"
Apr 1, 2007 4:28 PM
subject
Re: email - part uno.
"I'm writing you on the train today
Speckled rain drops wipe the grime off the window
I draw the shades because the daylight does not feel so redeeming
I listen to songs that make my head swirl
And with chord progressions take me to the heights of human awareness
There is no set time for my return, as there usually is
I will have to brave most of the summer in South Brooklyn
I've never felt more 'in my body' than recently
I feel and cherish every hair, scab, iris
Your writing speaks to me, or through me
My mind need not filter it as I would normally do
You speak of the real me, my naivety and half-attempt at wisdom
I feel tormented by things bigger than me
I feel blessed at the same time, if that makes sense
And every new song that enters me today
Makes me want to show everyone so many things
I desire to be loved, I tell myself repeatedly
I want love in my life
I write words for what will be my opus
"Be content in who you are /
Be content that your might not necessarily go far /
But you'll try anyway"
Am I the only one who realizes what that means?
Everyone sleeps on the train
We always sleep on the way home
I want to write Freedom
To scream at the tops of the highest,
Most spectacular places
To proclaim it, and live it
Freedom in its purest form
In its truest form
I want to stand above everyone
Look down, see the Free
And love them.
"All the sights of Paris / Pale inside your iris"
The head swirls again.
Rufus
It has been so long since I have felt what true love is
I hear you speak of your worries of finding a man
And it seems unreasonably pessimistic
Because you are the Beacon
You give me hope
That there is another kind soul
Walking around the other side of the island
And when we cross paths
It is good. It is very good.
And I haven't needed to think very much past that level.
Please do not feel anxious anymore
You are worthy of everything you want
And I feel it being drawn to you.
This week, Easter
I had wished to be at a better place with God by now
Palm Sunday, the Passion read at Mass
The party favors we get to take home and hang up
Remind us we have a part in the nails and wood
I want to feel close to God again
And I was just a short time ago
I can be close to God
And I hope Easter can bring me into His favor
I would love to share Easter with you
Let me know if you are interested
I haven't been able to bare myself to anyone in so long
And it fucked me up at the time
But you are always so kind, so understanding
And you accept me unequivocally
I don't feel embarassed to say
I am a Man of God
Or that I get scared of so much
It never shakes you from my corner
Thank you.
Sending thoughts somewhere south of Syracuse"
August 13, 2007
Raking.
Been awhile. Been a long while.
Had friends up to visit from England. It's funny how no matter where you are, you are "up" when you visit New York. We had a wonderful time, and I think I'll be seeing them soon.
I need to just purge out the things that transpired in the past few weeks, just to clear out my mind to the really creative part, like clearing away dead leaves at the foot of a tree.
Birthday weekend was wonderful, with all the friends and drink, and music. Birth-day itself was hilarious, going to The Cellar, side-splitting with my closest friends; bottle of Jameson to take home and enjoy.
Brandon played a good show, first one in NYC. He kicked ass, and he's going to do great here.
My Bitter End show was good, lots of friends came out to see it. Feels good to have such support.
Vinny's Xtreme Birthday 2007 was impressive, and he fell asleep with his head on my shoulder on the way home. That should say enough.
The show at the Back Fence was alot of fun, and well-played. Met a girl named Dorothy. There's no place like home.
Now it's Monday, and tonight I'll be completing my application for graduate school. I'm excited to be a professional student, all at once, and no matter where I am, I can continue my education. I'll also get to enjoy a night of home-cooked food and relaxation.
More ideas for songs floating 'round. Soon they will all come. I just have to live this life.
I think I might take off tomorrow, and go see a museum or something. I hear its not as crazy during the week.
The "gravis" of the blog will return later, or tomorrow, now that I've raked everything up, and put them in fun orange plastic trash bags that resemble pumpkins....the leaves are all gone.
Had friends up to visit from England. It's funny how no matter where you are, you are "up" when you visit New York. We had a wonderful time, and I think I'll be seeing them soon.
I need to just purge out the things that transpired in the past few weeks, just to clear out my mind to the really creative part, like clearing away dead leaves at the foot of a tree.
Birthday weekend was wonderful, with all the friends and drink, and music. Birth-day itself was hilarious, going to The Cellar, side-splitting with my closest friends; bottle of Jameson to take home and enjoy.
Brandon played a good show, first one in NYC. He kicked ass, and he's going to do great here.
My Bitter End show was good, lots of friends came out to see it. Feels good to have such support.
Vinny's Xtreme Birthday 2007 was impressive, and he fell asleep with his head on my shoulder on the way home. That should say enough.
The show at the Back Fence was alot of fun, and well-played. Met a girl named Dorothy. There's no place like home.
Now it's Monday, and tonight I'll be completing my application for graduate school. I'm excited to be a professional student, all at once, and no matter where I am, I can continue my education. I'll also get to enjoy a night of home-cooked food and relaxation.
More ideas for songs floating 'round. Soon they will all come. I just have to live this life.
I think I might take off tomorrow, and go see a museum or something. I hear its not as crazy during the week.
The "gravis" of the blog will return later, or tomorrow, now that I've raked everything up, and put them in fun orange plastic trash bags that resemble pumpkins....the leaves are all gone.
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