City of Legends

I have been, between writing binges, flirtations, working out and watching the Mountaineers open their 2008 campaign, working to lay tracks for the next CD.  By the time it hits the markets it will have undergone more changes than David Bowie’s legendary "Best Haircut I Ever Had", which I recall went through at least 4 title changes before it became "Diamond Dogs".  I have decided, until final naming is made, to refer to this disc as "Project Tarantella"

It’s…intriguing.  I promised myself I’d make a poetry/music fusion CD that was heavily driven by the music.  That is happening.  Not sure how the hardcore poetry fans are going to like it, but with some of the edgy stuff I am striking flint against to make sparks, it is certainly going to be my most musically evolved CD.  The first few tracks still need some work, but they are coming along with several midwives inspiring the process.  I have learned my lesson, for now.

I have to thank some of the wonderful people out there who have been providing inspiration through both their arts and their very existence.  There comes a time and a place in this world when an artist becomes their art.  I don’t expect those who have not stood on that cliff to understand the feeling of making that choice, nor do I judge anyone for stepping back, rather than jumping.  It’s a bitch of a leap, a bastard of a fall and not for everyone, or maybe not for anyone with half an ounce of common sense. 

Maybe that’s the fruit of the tree of life that we’re not supposed to muck with?

Thank you to everyone who has given a piece of themselves to the great god machine, and those who have given even if just a smile to me along the way.  It has been one Hell of a run.  Now let’s see what this baby can do when you open her up.