The world shot down Love as a spy, once upon a time ago. // ...now I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of Your face. // You get bigger as you go, bales of memory like boats in tow.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Barney
Barney (an excerpt from "Be No Cushion")
Barney You must go now And tell Andy That Mayberry is dead No more sleepy haircuts Slow talks on slower Golden afternoons On a bench outside A door that Doesn't open anymore Oh Dear Barney Times are such Just one bullet Will not do
All the current audio is recorded with a Zoom 200 Digital Recorder. Clik on the either the Title Font or just below. The best way to listen to these clips is through earphones or buds. These are unedited, one-offs of badly played acoustic guitar and sketchy vocal. Sometimes I am accompanied by katydid hums, cricket chirps, assorted dog noises, the plaintive burble of a perpetually starved cat, rain, the pop of the wood-burner, occasional shotgun blasts of walnuts hitting the metal roof and the "honey-do's" of my much-much better half. If you can't hear the guitar, it's probably a good thing.
From Lancaster, Ohio, and living somewhere outside Athens with my beautiful and brilliant much-better-half. I play occasionally in two alt.country bands. In my spare time, I ignore the lawn and garden until it's almost too late, chase the two dogs
around the yard, practice juggling the two kittens, and try to forget that I am a "Dilbert" for a flooring company in Columbus.
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