Illustration Friday, IF: Climbing

January 27, 2009 at 11:17 am | Posted in follow your heart, home sweet home, IF, illustration friday, tree house, treehouse | 10 Comments

Instead, she bursts out the kitchen door and climbs up to “their” tree house where she can be alone. Last year, she and RJ nailed a broken bike tire to the side it. That’s when they started calling it THE BIKEHOUSE.

Climbing up to the Bikehouse


Here is a quick sketch for Illustration Friday. The theme this week is “climbing.” :
Instead, she bursts out the kitchen door and climbs up to “their” tree house where she can be alone. Last year, she and RJ nailed a broken bike tire to the side it. That’s when they started calling it THE BIKEHOUSE.

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From the cheap seats… (in my studio)

January 5, 2009 at 8:18 pm | Posted in music | 4 Comments
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Conor Oberst uses poetic devices masterfully and cohesively. So inspired…Here are the amazing lyrics:
Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole
I saw your legends lined up
And I never felt more natural
Apart, I became a part

Please, please, please sister Socrates
You always answer with a question
Show some kindness to a petty thief
Forgive, ya did forgive

We watched the migrants smoke in the old orange grove
And the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
You’ve been a father to me
In 1960’s speak
gives me comatose joy
Like re-run TV
While the mountainside was shining
Wild colors of my destiny

I watched your face age backwards
Changing shape in my memory
You told me victory’s sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

Hey, hey, hey mother interstate
Can you deliver me from evil
Make me honest make me wedding cake
A tone, I will atone

Wait, wait, wait mighty outer-space
All that flying saucer terror
Made me lazy drinking lemonade
A waste, it just went to waste

Like the Freon cold out the hotel door
Or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral
You’ve been a daughter to me
Your buried shoe-box grief
I felt your poltergeist love like savannah heat
While the waterfall was pouring
Crazy symbols of my destiny

I watched your face die backwards
Little baby in my memory
Ya whispered victory sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

And you don’t judge me
That’s just not your style
But I won’t see you for a little while
There’s no worries not now
Whose got time
All these changes trying to fill your mind

Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
Or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
It’s been a nightmare for me
Some 1980’s greed
Gives me parachute dreams
Like old war movies
While the universe was draw’n
Perfect circles for infinity

I watched the stars get smaller
Tiny diamonds in my memory
I know that victory’s sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

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