Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Snow in April


small flakes are drifing down
april is here but with a frown
tommorow when we leave this town
the goddamn snowlfakes
will follow us around
this weather sucks
but it won't last
things got green really fast
this ugly winter will
be in the past.

Toadkiller Dog drawing


Too much coffee brings out the artist in me. Or at least something like an artist.
I liked the name Toadkiller Dog in Glen Cook's Black Company novels, so I drew one. One that looks nothing like the one in the book.

http://riotclitshave.livejournal.com/ another good image site


I have no idea who took this photo, but I sure feel like it could be me on a bad day.

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Stuck In Customs photoblog


Go check out Trey Ratcliff's blog of photos. Here's one sample image.
www.stuckincustoms.com

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Two Steps (more lyrics)

Two steps behind

She might just look back
to see where she's been
if just remind her to say
never again

One foot in front
two steps behind
headin’ on out
lookin’ for signs

Freedom comes hard
fear comes first
leaving is easy
all it takes is the thirst
better times and newer things
different songs and fewer strings

and She might just look back
to see where she's been
if just to remind her to say
never again

the road is the road
it's not good or bad
but it being back on it
makes her feel good
It hurts her to leave
hurts worse to stay
her feet are on it either way

She might just look back
to see where she's been
if just remind her to say
never again

One foot in front
two steps behind
headin’ on outlookin’ for signs

Monday, March 26, 2007

At the coffee shop (self portrait)


I love wide angle lenses. They fit my view of the world, a huge place
filled with angels and assholes and flowers and freaks.

Job title becomes new name

I think I'm going to change my blog name to Malcontentia, the dark and evil artist formerly known as ellie.
It's all part of a nefarious scheme to destroy the self confidence of the world's manly men with guitars.
I think I'll make a loose black and red leather coustume and get a utility belt with ropes and wire cutters and a super soaker full of bitter bile to shoot out at the people who irritate me.
Then again, I might just go play my guitar in the sun, and rejoice that I'm not stuck in an office full of management types. It sounds like less work than being a superheroine, and it's much more fun, soaking up sun and making vitamin D.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Warm, at last

Wet rain
mud and slush and crusty dirt
the fields have bed head
grass matts up like a hipster's straw blonde head
cigarette buts and crocus green
winter leaves the scene
whoa, strange feeling, I'm warm!
spring does not suck.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Unreasonable Man

I like this quote, but I'd change it to human instead of man. But old George was not a man who lived in times where women were considered equal.
Then again, in most of the world these days, they're still not considered equal. Never mind.


"The reasonable man adapts himself to the conditions that surround him... The unreasonable man adapts surrounding conditions to himself... All progress depends on the unreasonable man."

George Bernard Shaw



Friday, March 16, 2007

Junkyard lover lyrics


she got a big mean pitbull
tear you apart
she got tattoo says mother
over her heart
sleeps in the junkyard
down by the swamp
throw you down on her bed
for a short little romp
yeah she's a junkyard lover
gonna tear you apart
gasoline and roses
squalor and sin
chugging down bottles of tonic and gin

she keeps a loaded shotgun
under her seat
got a pair of legs look like
rock solid meat
she swears like a sailor
drinks like a fish
shoots rock salt and buckshot
and she can't seem to miss

yeah she's your junkyard lover
gonna tear you apart
gasoline and roses
squalor and sin
chugging down bottles of tonic and gin

He wouldn't stay down (even more dark lyrics)


she hit him but he wouldn't stay down
she wasn't taking any more
from that drunken ass clown
she hit him but he wouldn't stay down
it looked like an accident when they carried him out
he was flopping around like a half dead trout
all she said when they asked her was
"he's drunk and he fell"
she hit him but he wouldn't stay down
she wasn't taking any more
from that drunken ass clown
she hit him but he wouldn't stay down
seventeen stiches they put in his head
the blood they drained out
was a dark ugly red
and some people said he'd be better off dead
she hit him but he wouldn't stay down
she wasn't taking any more
from that drunken ass clown
she hit him but he wouldn't stay down
now he walks around town with a stupid grin
big old scar from his ear to his chin
he drools and he laughs sees things that aren't there
the new village idiot in the town square
she hit him but he wouldn't stay down
she wasn't taking any more
from that drunken ass clown
she hit him but he wouldn't stay down

Where the blacktop started (more lyrics)


She drove on out
to where the blacktop started
thinkin' it was long past time
that they parted
down the road
where the highway called
better off alone than broken hearted
She drove all night
drove so long and drove so far
only stopped to gas up the car
eyes got tired and her back got tight
she drove on into a new dawn's light
every mile behind her felt so right
been so long
since she'd felt this light
drivin' all day
and into the night
things were bad
then things got worse
every word spoken
became a curse
had to give up the fight
to win the war
every mile behind her felt so right
been so long
since she'd felt this light
drivin' all day
and into the night

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Pig Chow (lyrics)


She dragged his body down the stairs
one last shove
pushed him right in
to the hog pen
watched as the hogs
dug right in
she took a rake in the morning
pulled his clothing back out
burned it in the yard
then she got the hell out
took the truck and the shotgun
his money and dog
put the pedal to the floor
drove until dark
never looked in the rearview
he had a mean black heart
seems like killing
isn't always a sin
sometimes it feels so good
you want to do it again
yeah it feels so good
you want to do it again

I've been working for a few months on a project of songs one of my pals calls Swamp Noir, this is one that popped out the other day.
Hopefully the three or four of us can get this stuff into cd form before we're dead. Or before we get too wrapped up in the joy of warm weather bike rides.


Monday, March 12, 2007

Snow Keeps Melting lyrics


the snow keeps melting
the rain keeps falling
that river is rising
and we don't have a boat
I'm thinkin' maybe god
will throw me a rope
cause the road is blocked
it's a shred of hope

the wind is howling
and the sky's coal black
I waited too long for
my baby to come back
the power's off
the food's all gone
when that water comes in
gotta hold on strong

three feet of water
comin' through the door
it's just gettin' started
gonna be a lot more
it's cold as hell
and black as a grave
mother nature's in the mood
to misbehave

the snow keeps melting
the rain keeps falling
that river is rising
and we don't have a boat
I'm thinkin' maybe god
will throw me a rope
cause the road is blocked
it's a shred of hope

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Louder




You stopped listening
I talked louder
things got ugly
everything became harder
The wheels came off
things went bad
losing each other
both of us mad
the saddest thing of all
is it didn't have to happen
when the end came
you didn't even call
just loaded up my inbox
with nasty vitriol
so you asked me to go
I said ok
sick and tired of fighting
you got what you wanted
I went away
coulda shoulda woulda
it's what we didn't say
it's all so different
when you first asked me
to come out and play
coulda shoulda woulda
before it all went away
might have made a difference
to say what we didn't say
but it sure did end
an a pointless ugly way

Friday, March 09, 2007

Lifestyle or New Job Title?

malcontent
Function:
noun
Date:
1581
: a discontented person: a: one who bears a grudge from a sense of grievance or thwarted ambition b: one who is in active opposition to an established order or government : Rebel

I have been branded
a cranky malcontent
a troublemaker
and a grinch
someone who just refuses
to give in an inch
It's really quite simple
I hear them say
just shut the hell up
and do it my way!
But life is too short
and ugly and unfair
so I'd rather just give them
a steely eyed glare
Tom Petty told me
he wouldn't back down
he'd sure as hell stand his ground
and I agree his advice is sound
and tell all the assholes
when they come around
be carefull of those
with whom you mess around
cause it's your ass
that I will pound.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Viral Microfiction, Chapter One:



Anybody who's been reading this blog knows I've been writing microfictions about a big die off of the human race from an incredbly lethal virus. Oddly enough, I never wrote an intro story.
So today I did, and here it is.
I've started recording some of the virus stories to put out a podcast or cd, having pals read it. I hope to get it done before long.
Anyway, here's the first chapter. Some of the information is from the Bird Flu Wiki, some of it is right out of the science news I read.



The virus seemed to come out of nowhere, and at the same time it popped up everywhere. One week there were only the usual casually dismissed reports of wild birds and animals dying, the next week the morgues of every city and town had started to fill up.
Jet airliners and the interstate highway system allowed it to spread like a wildfire, throwing the sparks that ignited into a wave of death unlike anything modern civilization had seen before.
Every school, daycare and hospital became a center for infection.
In North America, the for profit health system had driven cost cutting in every sector of health care, and there were no isolation wards or extra beds to be had for the number of patients already in the system.
The virus spread on the wind, spread hand to hand, in offal and waste, and even got into the water systems of every town through the wastewater treatment plants . Nobody had time to even figure out where it came from.Some people blamed leftover
Cold War science from the former Soviet Union, others blamed US government researchers.
It may have come from a French lab project that had the goal of using DNA samples to remake ancient viruses. All anybody really knew was that it had a mortality rate of over 94 percent, and just like the 1918 flu, could kill healthy people who became infected within 24 hours.
It was hardest on healthy adults in their 40’s, and nothing seemed to slow it down. Quarantine proved useless, mostly because the just in time delivery systems used in most of the world meant that there were no stockpiles of food, medicine or fuel of any size left in North America.
The truckers who kept the country’s supply chain of food, and medical and fuel supplies also unknowingly supplied the virus along their routes.Some folks saw it coming, but almost nobody had a clue how bad things were going to get. Many of the people who did live died in the fires, the famine, or gave up and died from suicide or trivial medical problems.
Problems that modern science had made non fatal became killers in the space of weeks once the house of cards that civilization was had fallen down.
The huge numbers of dead just added to the misery and level of disease. It was the start of the Chinese year of the Golden Pig, what was supposed to be a time of turmoil, chaos and opportunity, when every child born was fated to be gifted with fortune and wealth.Mostly they just got dead. The few who lived had some seriously weird times ahead….

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Her fists, In Black and White, 1988 or so

She was my main model for a long time. She liked being photographed as much as I liked having her as a willing partner in my photographic work. I took this a long time ago, I think around 1988, although I never kept track of dates or techinical issues.
She and I drifted apart as pals, I moved to the west coast and got strange, she moved to the Carolinas and married a guy with a jewlery store, had lots of babies and converted to being a Jew. She stopped modeling nude for me right around then. I don't think her husband liked the idea.
But I am glad I have boxes of photos to remind me of her, and I sure was lucky to have her ask to model for me.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Not as Big


I can see the dark side
of the way things are
how did it get so bad
when we've come so far
I guess it comes down
to who we are
I thought we were bigger
than either one of us

and the doors slam shut
and the meanings got lost
and most of what I wanted
slowly got tossed
thrown over the side
to sink to the bottom
the few that are left
I'm not sure I want them

I wish I was a monkey
swinging from a branch
just grab the next one
take another chance
it sure feels like I'm sick
of doing this dance
I been trying to tell you
but you can't seem to listen
I became unimportant
when you got a mission
I got shut out
or shouted down
ignored or dismissed
like some fucking clown
you expected
your ass to be kissed
sooner or later
you'll look around
and I will be gone
nowhere near
to be found





Scare the Dog MP3


Here's a rough mix of something I'm working on. It will stay rough, because texture and rough edges feel good. At least sometimes when you're sick of smooth edges and exacting performances in other venues.

http://www.snowdancer.stormshadow.com/mp3s/scarethedog.mp3

"Sometimes a scream is better than a thesis." Ralph Waldo Emerson