Weather You Remember

I was pretty young and I lived on a farm with my parents and my brother and sister. I have been thinking of a vague memory from that time, and I've been trying to make it make sense, but it's blurry and very slim on relate-able details. What confuses me is the timeline, because my family was home at our farm home, which always seemed so separate from the rest of the world, and that it was the entire world. It had to have been late afternoon when a thunderstorm rolled in, and there was a huge crack of thunder and then as it always seemed to happen at that time, the power went out. Is that just my memory making things colorful or did it actually happen that way as I often remember it happening? In this memory, in my head of my own life that's how it happened, and then it was dark. It must have been one king hell of a storm, because in my mind it was scary dark. Lighting candles inside in the middle of the day because the power was out kind of dark. And there were all were, my whole family in the living room of our farm house which to me was separate from the real world and at the same time the entirety of the world. And it was dark, and it was stormy and we were all together and the power was out so we could not escape from each other inside of the TV. And it was raining and storming on our whole farm so dad was not able to do any of the work that he had to do, and I could not check up on any of my places, and my brother couldn't be listening to records, and my sister couldn't be out front dancing in her slip and mother couldn't see to clean up after us and couldn't cook, because the power was out. We lit some candles and we were all together in the storm, and it was dark in the way that we had to be together, but we all felt safe. And then the storm was over, and the clouds parted, and then we were in the freshest evening just before gloaming. And I remember there was wheat in the field and it was the richest golden color and everything was covered in wet, and it was all so clean. I swear that when I look back in my mind even the mud puddles were clean and still and I can see the bottom of them even now. The horizon was still dark, and diffusing what was left of the sunlight, and it I can almost taste how yellow and golden everything was. And the power was still out, and we didn't care at all. My whole family walked up the driveway just passed the machine shed and the horse barn to the first big curve in the driveway, and then we started back towards the house. And I remember in my mind most the way everything was glowing then, and then my memory of that day is over, and I don't care, because that day is there, and the power is still out and we are all together.

Tigrefino studios

What I learned in 5.5 hours of listening to myself sing poorly

So the experience of listening to the entire S no S catalog in order on my trip to san jose just focused for me. This is what I learned; even though very few people ever heard that music, it meant a lot to me. 10 years later I still listen to it, and I remember what my life was like then, and I realize how my life is different now, both for better and worse. Really though the most valuable thing it gives me is the desire to make new music, to keep going, because it still feels like a job worth doing.

Foggy notions

I drove to san Jose and back today to pick up equipment for my work. Ended up being a twelve hour day.  I listened to every s no s album in order today.  I can safely say I've learned all I needed to from the original six albums, and I'm totally ready to not listen to them again for many years.  The new record is coming along and listening to the old ones gave me valuable perspective.  I have new found direction, more on that later. 

Rest stop nowhere

The road