"from the top of this hill, the world looks very big."

hilarious: ive prob already quoted this but it's right anyway:

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

and both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black.
oh, I kept the first for another day!
yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.

(Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken)

been walking around on the upper eastside- of america, that is. man it's been awhile, seen a bunch of folks i havent seen in a long time, got to see juliet perform two pieces last week (link ups later, too dang tired on the road) but shit you should see em. funny how the air smells so different here, and summer actually looks like summer. comes from growing up an easterner even tho im texan. hoo haa.

so of course everything's changed and nothing really has too. no, everything's changed. anyway i have. the record has taken so long to get done with, all the details and whatnot, and in between planning the next projects, doing next projects, travellin. coffee, of course, and a whole lot of it.

today there was swimming down in the springs off in c'ville and the day was hot and perfect. apparently they're redoing the gravity, to be bigger. for more big number of people in venue. whatever.

summer's comin on, is all. nothing for it.

for shizzle

late spring rain

and an armadillo. funny little crusty prehistoric thing seems to be living in the back yard but very much minding his own business. what do they eat??!

vas difference

may kafuffle

back in december i flew back from new york to record or re-record a song i wrote with a very talented dude a couple years ago. we had been asked to put it down for this anr dude who had liked it, but it was much later and a record in between and late, so we had to get it down. so we did with this really nice engineer over at 5th st and it was so surreal, sunset on new year's eve and just off the plane and plans for a bite over at the blue dahlia but later, on my porch, i watched the sky change for a bit. ive said before, austin is about as nuts for fireworks display as anywhere ive been.

working on too many projects at once. but loving it. everything takes way longer than it should in my timeline, im ready to move on years before things actually happen-- but shit's real, so there you have it.

i totally have caught dyslexia or something, i notice i am reversing some letters in writing that i never used to do, totally wierd. or is it weird? i cant remember anymore and only remember to feel rhythm and harmony and heat. been taken over by necessity, who is my mama.

stephen mccarthy may 4, 1952-march 11, 2009

most old comrades have passed away
new ones are hard to find
they say that we're in a time of war
but when was there any other kind?
light and dark, love and hate
to some stand side by side
but to those i've loved and who've loved me
we've fought together in the great divide.

(the great divide by stephen mccarthy 2008)

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