Musical Interlude

So lately when I've been posting rants and the occasional half assed poem I have accompanied it with a youtube link to a band or artist who's music I've been listening to, but I've yet to post for the sake of the song itself.

But I'm rapidly becoming a huge Scott H. Biram fan.

I've liked his music for years (since a co-worker turned me on to it) but he seems to be one of those artists who just keeps getting better.

So today, for the first time I'm going to post something just because I think more people need to hear this song.

(This was apparently filmed on the 14th of this month, in the Extreme Foods grocery store in Stockholm Sweden... And it is an album quality performance)

Enjoy (and look this guy up, he's really very good)

For the Glory

Every year I say I'm not going to do this again,
every year I do it anyway.

Burned,
exhausted,
sleep deprived and irritable.

But still this year is immeasurably easier than last year. 

Not nearly as much going on in my non-professional life.

No relationships ending.

Nobody trapped in another country.

No life savings disappearing in a puff of smoke and crooked banking.

No foreclosures.

No homeless relatives.

Just a slight up-tick in the number of people I know who've brassed out this year.


Overall I'm grateful.

I'd love to have her back in my life,
to re-kindle what was lost last year.

But I understand that she's better off in her new situation.

And the fact that I can say that without feeling crippling guilt and depression means that I must be acclimating to this new paradigm.

Life without is still life.

And, while not as beautiful or rewarding as life with was,
it still has it's charms.


So here's to another spring.

Another summer.

Another season passing.


Here's to love and pain and beauty and depression.

Here's to the ones who've gone,
the ones who've yet to go,
and the ones who've turned their backs.

Here's to life,
in all it's fucked up glory.

Slàinte

Internuncio

Gentle dip,
lap and swirl,
eddies in blackened glass.

Red legged chorus,
chirp and groan,
moonrise on dark water.

Rustle and chatter,
escaping bandit,
disturbing the eventide choir.

Bullrush,
Spanish moss,
duckweed,
widgeon grass.

Katydid trill.

Per Annum

So it's been a little over a year.

And we're coming up on another of those wonderful chances for me to get my face rubbed in it.

Seems to happen every few months, but as we all know constant re-injury builds callous and character. 

I thought I wouldn't be able to live without.

I was once again proven wrong.





Thank you for the lesson.
Though I still wish I'd not had to learn it.

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Sometimes I can't help but wonder if folks are just humoring me.

If the people in my life are only there because they're concerned that I might make a scene if I knew what they really thought.

Or if it's another investment.

Venture capitalism on the micro level,
hoping to see a decent return.







I'm sorry you felt that you wasted too much time on me.