the proof is in the fire

you touch before it moves away,
but you must always know
how long to stay
and when to go"
(patty griffin)


songwriting like everything changes, apparently. ive always stopped everything before to go and put it down: usually a riff, either rhythm, music or lines of lyric. but lately i cant, i just have it drift through me like a breeze, and although im always afraid i wont remember what it was, what was coming to bear on the whole thing, but then, there it is, in the kitchen, or driving to the bank. the thing still lives. it's very comforting. its a completely different way of bringing it in, and requires so much more trust than i ever had.


"there's no mercy in a live wire,
no rest at all in freedom.
of the choices we're given
it's no choice at all"


she's good, really good.