MUSIC: Near the conclusion of the Farmers' Market season, I am finally managing a moment to update this blog. The remaining Market date is Thurs., Oct. 12, 10 AM-1 PM, Henderson Center (F @ Henderson, Eureka). At these markets, I play a wide variety of slide guitar pieces, originals and covers, and food songs, all with fingerstyle guitar, vocals, and rack harmonica. And for this one, I'll do my pre-Halloween set.
ART: My exhibit at the offices of the "lawyers in the Redwoods," Stokes, Hamer, Kirk and Eads, on Bayside between Union and Sunny Brae, comes down this week. My thanks to Jenny & Chris for giving me the opportunity to show my work for 2 months!
BOTTLENECKS: basically, I have retired from the business. I still have a supply, but make few attempts to add to it, and have only been supplying the two local stores (Wildwood in Arcata, and Mantova's in Eureka) and the occasional retail customer, by request. The business is still for sale, with equipment and sales lists. Inquire via this website or just call (707)445-8242. The recycling centers are harder and harder to access, the best one (Arcata) being closed by corporate/political hostility after a years-long struggle.
POETRY is still at the center of what I am, what I do, and is at the heart of my music. I've now published 23 pieces in the local entertainment weekly, the North Coast Journal, circ. 21K, which publishes one poem per week. Here is a recent one, "Heat":
HEAT (A WINTER FANTASY)
Satisfactions of silence, ricking
to and fro in changeless heat.
These are the dog days, but without dogs--
Smooth leaves shrivel and scallop,
enduring the brilliance beyond chlorophyll,
green more out of inertia than natural force.
I rock with the rhythms of breathing,
chestfuls of heat that will not wane,
even if nothing drives this body's furnace.
but something in the swaying calls up a glimmer,
the lips flicker, the eyes crinkle
with the child's playground sense of to and fro.
Yes, these are the last full-out baking
purges of the last Spring steams rising
like so many departing souls. But we're still here!
Flesh endures, though slowed to a crawl
While the mists gather in the upper reaches,
to re-condense, to return, to fall.
ART: My exhibit at the offices of the "lawyers in the Redwoods," Stokes, Hamer, Kirk and Eads, on Bayside between Union and Sunny Brae, comes down this week. My thanks to Jenny & Chris for giving me the opportunity to show my work for 2 months!
BOTTLENECKS: basically, I have retired from the business. I still have a supply, but make few attempts to add to it, and have only been supplying the two local stores (Wildwood in Arcata, and Mantova's in Eureka) and the occasional retail customer, by request. The business is still for sale, with equipment and sales lists. Inquire via this website or just call (707)445-8242. The recycling centers are harder and harder to access, the best one (Arcata) being closed by corporate/political hostility after a years-long struggle.
POETRY is still at the center of what I am, what I do, and is at the heart of my music. I've now published 23 pieces in the local entertainment weekly, the North Coast Journal, circ. 21K, which publishes one poem per week. Here is a recent one, "Heat":
HEAT (A WINTER FANTASY)
Satisfactions of silence, ricking
to and fro in changeless heat.
These are the dog days, but without dogs--
Smooth leaves shrivel and scallop,
enduring the brilliance beyond chlorophyll,
green more out of inertia than natural force.
I rock with the rhythms of breathing,
chestfuls of heat that will not wane,
even if nothing drives this body's furnace.
but something in the swaying calls up a glimmer,
the lips flicker, the eyes crinkle
with the child's playground sense of to and fro.
Yes, these are the last full-out baking
purges of the last Spring steams rising
like so many departing souls. But we're still here!
Flesh endures, though slowed to a crawl
While the mists gather in the upper reaches,
to re-condense, to return, to fall.