non existant silence
if you listen closely to the recording of Lovergreen you will here a fire truck siren about half-way through. Fits well with the song.
One day my child took a nap on the platform of the 8th Ave. subway at 14th street. Trains coming in and out and overhead. Slept the sleep till he was ready to wake up. Maybe I just want some peace and quiet. Maybe I just want 5 minutes to myself to sit on a hill somewhere with no one but bunnies and chipmunks and birds to hear me breathe. But it would take more than 5 minutes to get there.
We went over the river and through the woods. We climbed to the top of that hill. We sang some songs for the creatures and trees.
We came back here where the sirens sing, where the radios blare with the sun, where the neighbors. . .
well that's a whole other chapter.
my mind says silence over and over and over again. for weeks and weeks and days and eventually I sit myself down and I find enough to type a small torrent of words.
Into the non-existant silence.
Where we are all as quiet as bunny rabbits. Scampering back to our holes, wherever we have made them.
We stick our noses out, but I can't find anything through the noise.

sound wave vibrations. the repercussions of percussion.
We stand for so much, or sit down, or roll over and let it pass.
This funny medium of keys and screens and the buttons it can push.
"We are naked up here, for everyone to hear"
Separation? of personal and business. No.
We are in the business of being persons.
To separate is to damage. Too damage.
So I will bang my drums, I will let the reverberations ring, I will let them come back to me.

from now on the acoustic guitar with the tempermental pick up is staying at home.
Last night at the Lucky Cat was a rockin' rollickin' fun show, but rest assured, next time we step out we're going to bring the noise up a bit.
This is Smokey's area of expertise and I probably shouldn't be chatting about what I don't know, but cosmic sky has her hands on the keys.
Goodnight beautiful children everywhere.
We'll whisper more strange lullibies while you sleep.

The sound of the snails come trickling back in like unforgotten memories.

hello again. happy am i to be back in the land of brooklyn. I spent the last few days over the water selling out to sell stuff to people who sell stuff to people. In other words working the accessories convention in NYC. Not highly recommended, but I got a few free lunches and a paycheck. and dreams taking place in suburban shopping mall parking lots.
Hope to see you all at the Lucky Cat in a few weeks (you with reasonable travel distances at least).
love and love from cosmic sky

Hey folks and friends. Happy to be here in computer community. We'll be adding some photos, more current recordings, and upcoming gigs as soon as we can.