Sipping this cappuccino. Reading Rumi to remember. Music is crooning along. That’s where I’ve been! Sun hanging around longer. Last I looked it was Sunday. The days run away like domesticated ponies. Outside they are walking in circles, drunk on snake poison, to stave off the inevitable shame for having invested the little everything they had in bridges for sale.
At the bottom of the entry is an unreleased Cold Cave track, Strung Out On Your Love, for the paid subscribers. Thank you to those who do that.
What else? A list that needs to be demolished but life keeps getting in the way. In headphones listening to an EP I made that’s neither CC or AN. I guess will be a cassette or 7” or remain in the lost kingdom of hard drive for all eternity. Damnation OD. We need to make new merch for Mexico and then some.
Q: Where are you people making cassettes at now?
There is little better than being purposefully lost in New England when the weather is right. I have some desire to go back to Maine. Vermont too. Last time I was in Vermont was a solo mission to hear Robert Bly read. I remember the reading well but even more than that I remember his lovely ascot. It’s easy for the lot to escape me when I’m taken back by an inordinate look. All flash aside, I loved how he would repeat a line that he knew hit. Sometimes two, sometimes three times. 2006 or 7 I guess.
But Maine was so beautiful last June. My father’s friend had a house in Owl’s Head, Maine, that we visited twice in my youth and I loved the aimless walks over the rock-lined shore leading to nowhere but wonder. I wish I had aimless Owl’s Head wonder walks in my horizon now. It was this for miles:
And Maine last June with American Nightmare:
As of yesterday I own all of my publishing for Cold Cave songs. That was 12 years coming. I will celebrate by making more songs.