Posted in musings, poem, tagged Jazz, music, New Orleans on September 4, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I watched them not know each other.
I watched them not know who should start.
They divided god’s voice
into four equal shares
and timid shakey accents
turned and drove times.
Collective…the heartbeat was old and new.
Primal. Intricate. Clumsy. Appropriate.
It changed me
but I understood why no one else noticed.
Posted in songs, tagged monsters, music, radiohead, rag and bone, sleep, song on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Rag and Bone men went house to house collecting rags (to be sold and made into fabric) and bones (sold and made into glue.) For years, this has not really meant anything to me.
Lately, though, these lyrics have taken on a more personal meaning. Rag and bone men, loonies, monsters…they’re all a little more weird [...]
