City of Legends

Okay, after what seems like almost a constant 24 hours in the studio (I promised mania, didn’t I?) I am relaxing by listening to music, right now Rod Stewart’s "Every Picture Tells a Story" (Damn you, Huerta/Jazz/Nightblooming, whatever your name is…).

I can confirm two completed tracks for the CD "blister"…"The Goad" and "into the grey".  We are working on others, including a rather rambunctious gospel-flavoured throwdown, but that’s all I will say right now.  I will say no more.

Ah, you know me better than that?  True.

Unlike the rather overwrought "Evangelist" and earnest "Truth", we’re going for something with a little more sense of fun with "blister".  And I think we are achieving it.

Hey, fellow poets, don’t forget Guerrilla Poetry Day on July 5th.

sorry for posting so late, but got busy (unbelievably busy) and yet, have some news to report.  I have been hammering down on the next book, loveaddict, and the next CD, blister.

As a kindness, here’s a link to a lyric from blister, entitled "into the grey".  Enjoi.

I’m getting feedback from all my old friends who have the couer rage to tell me who I should be involved with.  Let me just say that self-nominations are not out of the question, but use common sense.  I have enough husbands and ex-husbands mad at me over the years.

Huerta has suggested I need to get involved with a "young and dumb hottie", preferably of Asian origin (I couldn’t help but think of "Shanghai Lil" from Rod Stewart’s "Every Picture Tells a Story") with the priviso she needs to be someone who can get me into media-worthy mischief.  I think some people are missing that aspect of my life…but before I tip my hat and hand…

Back to the recording sessions. 

I am sorry for those of you who come here looking for fresh kill, in that I have been sort of adrift, creatively, these last several months.  I don’t think I have run out of steam, but rather have allowed myself to get sidetracked by minutae instead of the macro sense of the internet and my responsibility to my readers.

To this end I am going to try and make a few changes to make this place more fun and conversational, starting with either changing at least the colour scheme or fulfilling my year-long dream of converting the damn think back to a Blogger blog instead of a WordPress Frankensteinian nightmare.  Why did I change?  Go back and look at why…  Nothing like having the river guide dive out of the boat in mid-stream to give one a sense of one’s own failings at having not brought a map, a compass and a fresh set of oars.  I apologize, for the umpteenth time and promise that, in the future, I will keep my own counsel better (still subject to being ignored in the presence of long legs, pouty lips and an accent, of course).

If anyone knows a sane way to convert a WordPress blog back…please throw me a lifeline.

As I write this a violent thunderstorm rages outside my office window and I can see the bands of dark clouds moving West to East across the sky near Washington, DC.  It is an impressive sight.

I need to clean things up on here, maintain a regular update schedule and get more focused on such projects as Guerrilla Poetry Day, the new book, loveaddict, and the next CD…to be entitled…hmmm…let me see…what would be a good name fo rthe next CD?  I can’t ask anyone else’s counsel, as that would be hedging on a fresh promise and I have more than my fair share of hypocrisies already.

No, don’t say anything…I am thinking here.  The new CD will be called…

blister

Don’t ask, there is a logic to it.  Just, don’t ask.