Two Aphorisms

Good taste, if that's all it is, isn't timeless, it's pointless.

Information tends to be overrated.

Seven Wolves in the Way

Yesterday afternoon while Rob Stephenson and John Stanford were respectively playing and recording a keyboard track I wrote the following lyrics for the piece:

Seven wolves in the Way
Pale treasures of the trough
Whisper by the window
Drinking cinnabar and soda

The hidden path astounds us
With its circular declensions
How could a map of hours
Foretell this life of games

O brave and clement Aries
With ice cubes as your missiles
Refresh our teaming portals
And furnish us with flame

Astounded in the shadows
Begrimed with claims upheld
We flaunt our guilty pleasures
And sail out of the bay

December 31, 2009

The ball and the hammer descend with equal grace;
We'll all wake up tomorrow in a different space.