Mar 22 2006
Haikus for Yous.
Pluck the strings, my heart
Sings of Spring’s promise.
Love blooms everywhere.
Birch, slender and strong,
Sending shoots toward the sun,
Bending in the wind.
Leaves Fall at your feet.
Carpets of color guide you
To home and husband.
Wool socks, soft and warm,
Hug your feet beneath covers.
Winter’s cold forgotten.
Mar 22 2006
Green light shines in my eyes
Running down the wall in all
I call to skies
Arms reach out like trees
Stretching out into the hall
To silver seas
Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
Grass grows inside my shoes
Reaching toward the silent call
From green to Blues
Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]
Dawn comes down to kiss my face
Dancing in the birth of All
A warm embrace
Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]
I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I did
[Guitar Solo – Verse only?]
Who knew the blue in you
I didn’t see the green in me
We’ll still see it through
Until we are free
[We’ll see it through
Until you are me]
I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I did
I didn’t know it but
You did
You didn’t know it but
I…
Mar 22 2006
Transfigured Heart
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
3-9-06 3:22 PM
Carry my heart in both hands.
Walk slowly.
Sometimes it feels indestructible
but it isn’t.
Carry it all the way.
Don’t hand it off when it gets heavy.
Help me to lighten it.
Why am I afraid?
It has been bruised and broken,
torn apart, crushed.
My heart, so transfigured, still beats.
It’s rhythm a bit slower, unfamiliar,
but still my own.
Be still, my heart, and, in the silence, listen.
Hear the flutter of a thousand valves.
Each beats with scars, a history of trauma.
Why am I afraid?
I trust your hands, your heart.
Just don’t drop me again.
Mar 22 2006
A Little Seed
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
3-10-06 7:17 AM
The little boy in footy pajamas,
a shock of curly black hair,
curled into a tight ball on the floor,
impossibly small.
A finger moves, unfolds, and another
followed by wrist, so slowly, so slowly
so smoothly unfolding, his small form flowering.
This performance is his, and we love it.
A little seed sprouting into a flower,
his little body stretched straight,
his fingers reaching for the ceiling.
In those moments, no judgment or doubt,
just the simple joy of blossoming.
Forty years have slipped away,
the flower faded, withered.
That sweet, bright child
so full of innocence and joy,
seems distant now, barely a memory.
His loss lingers in my heart,
but I know he’s a part of
my essential self,
as close as my breathing.
Mar 22 2006
Wait
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
3/11/06 3:02 PM
Burn in amber language
Acidic sparks explode
Wonderment cracks a code
Bent by my desire
Burn the fire down
Round turns back again
Pens point and write
The brightness
Crackle snap crack
Don’t lay on my back
Look me in the eye
And say you love me.
Burn your clothes
Run naked through the grass
The sun shines on your skin
Lets begin!
Turn a phrase, a phase
Of endless expansion
Tension released
The beast slumbers
In the ashes.
In the morning
dewdrops glisten
on your eyelashes and nipples.
I wait for you to wake.
Mar 22 2006
When I allow myself to really see, not just with my eyes, but with my mind and heart, the world becomes so bright that I can no longer see. Everything becomes one, everything connected by the light. You and I disappear and become unity. This clarity, this perception, is rare and often painful because we cannot contain such beauty or truth, or sustain it for long. We see, we know, then return to this drab and mundane world, clinging to those moments of understanding. We feel their loss, ache for their return yet, even in their absence, we are sustained by them.
Mar 19 2006
I got a custom case made for my new custom guitar, and decided to have a matching one made for my lap steel. The company that made them, Morris & Holmberg Cases in Santa Ana, did a pretty nice job. They used material I provided them, and painted it with a custom color. Sweet!
Mar 19 2006
The signal chain for my performance was:
The Gretsch BST-1500 and/or the Industrial Guitar Indy Rail > Ernie Ball VP Jr Volume Pedal > HBE UFO (fuzz/octave) > Analog Man Sun Face (NKT275 with Sun Dial mod) (fuzz) > HBE Psilocybe (phaser) > Marshall Vibrotrem > DOD DFX94 Digital Delay/Sampler > Line6 Delay Modeler > Fender Blues Jr. Amplifier.
I also used a cheap digital voice recorder, purchased in Little India, that I played by holding it against the pickup of the lapsteel. You can hear this about 5 minutes in. Later, I also use an Ebow to create long sustained notes. You can hear this toward the end, around 9 minutes or so.
The set of guitar effects I use is designed to provide me with a wide sonic pallet. Each one adds to or changes the sound in a distinctive way. I sometimes use them by themselves, or in combination with other pedals. With the 7 pedals, there are countless variations possible.
Mar 19 2006
I was privledged to be invited to perform at the 3rd anniversary of Dung Mummy, a performance event for experimental music, poetry, and other ecclectic creative energy. The event is hosted and organized by the Hop-Frog Kollectiv, a group of adventurous and creative artists from all over the Southland.
Mar 19 2006
Sierra is a lovely young lady who goes to Lauren’s old school. She and Lauren are friends, and we all enjoy her company when she visits. She’s a wonderful human being, with lots of wonderful qualities such as intelligence, humor, sweetness, cuteness, and our dogs love her.
She asked me to post a pic of her here, so I’m going to:
And here are some more!
We had a wee birthday celebration for Sierra at our house:
Make a wish!
I hope it comes true!
