Beautiful rainy night in Los Angeles. Normally we are months into the rainy season, but the weather has been strange this year. Almost 90 degrees on Christmas Day, then super cold with snow in Malibu. No earthquakes at least.
Recording on my ‘Chet Baker Swan Song Suite’ is going well. Just recorded some drums with Don Heffington this week with more to come. Don is fantastic. I first met him when we recorded my ‘Vibrolux’ CD together. He’s got style and taste, and beatnik grace. Funky too! He leaves to go on tour with Lucinda Williams in March so hopefully I’ll get all the drumming down before then.
Here’s a cool poem I found:
A night address
by Steven Heighton
The world is wasted on you. Show us one clear time
beyond childhood (or the bottle) you spent your whole
self-hoarding no blood-bank back-up, some future aim
to fuel-or let yourself look foolish in reckless style
on barstool, backstreet or dancefloor, without a dim
image of your hamming hobbling you the whole while.
Voyeur to your own couplings, you never did come
with them, did you, even when you did? You said Hell
is details, when Hell was just the cave, the concave-
mirrored skull you dwelt inside, your left hand
polishing while the other shook to clinch a deal-
Provide, provide! Sure, in the end, like any soul
you were endless and yets-brave, deft with phrases, kind-
three cheers for you. Too closed to want what others love
you vetoed life-
were there other worlds to crave?