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10-2-23
Onion Creek, WA
When this first set of songs began to emerge, I wasn't really sure if I had the gear or the knowledge needed in order to make a passable recording, just yet, but knew I at least had the bare essentials. (Funeral Singers was done using only a boom box and a cheap set of headphones, for a monitoring system. There are a couple of others like that, floating around.) One evening, over the Winter of 2020, I just started playing a riff on my new 12-string, with Bowie's Space Oddity kind of floating around in the corridors of my mind. I'm still a huge fan of Mick Ronson's work, to this day, and it remains a great source of inspiration. I was using Twitter, at the time, and remember thinking to myself, after reading something from the space nut community: "I don't want to go to Mars. I just want to go to sleep." The song seemed to write itself so quickly that I just decided to roll with it and simply capture the formative chapter of the project, regardless of how the sound might progress in days to come.
Hush-a-Bye and Krypton were written on a whim, as I whistled to myself while planting clover, that following Spring. They're about to be combined into one song, for the Cicadidi project, with an electro-acoustic abstraction on homespun mountain music. Kristin is originally from Missouri, so I could do no less than to oblige her in such a way. The new ones are a lot easier to produce, as well, and a lot more fun because I get to color outside the lines a bit.
Thanks for listening.
KK
i don't wanna
go
to mars
i just
wanna
go
to
sleep
in your lovin' arms
promises
to
keep
o for the life
of
a
stranger
or a superstar
i couldn't
handle the pressure
of that
stupid car
any
way
what a place
for a
trap
door
and a pie
in
the sky
everything you could
ever
ask
for
what a world
just to
die
for
when the weather
Is
kind
the work of devils
to be
sure
why bother
drivin' due south?
nobody really
cares
about
some old trick
with a
couple of deuces
but as long as
we're
going
down
i know an
easier
way
around
we could be
halfway to cruces
i don't wanna
fall
apart
i just
wanna
fall
asleep
near your precious heart
and my soul
to
keep
already feel
like
a stranger
don't need to be a star
oo baby
under the pressure
of that
stupid car
any
way
i don't wanna go to mars
i don't wanna go to mars
i don't wanna go to mars
3-31-22
Onion Creek, WA
Today is the third anniversary of Kristin's passing. Probably not enough can be said.
Coincidentally, it's also the third anniversary of this website. I bought the domain on the very same day, without knowing what had happened. Needless to say, it's here to stay for a while, come what may.
KK
7-1-22
Onion Creek, WA
I've got a theme developing. Bear with me. I didn't say we weren't going to space.
KK
ain't no way to say goodbye
from my blue sky
baby baby you could try
o you could try
hush a baby don't you cry
you were
born to fly
dry your wings under the sun
and turn them
toward
the sky
carry me to the bright side
angel of mine
o'er the weight of the spring tide
my lullabye
long ago and far away
once upon a time
life is but a dream
they said
and you must
toe
the
line
of all the magic beans i've sown
here
among the pine
how was i ever to know?
(how could i know?)
where to
cross
the
vine?
but love was never the safe side
where love was blind
so when they say that you're too shy
don't you comply
try to see it from my side
in your own time
just
remember
my dearest friend
just
remember
the circle
has no end
and if
some
things
are better left
unsaid
try to remember
don't let the clowns
inside
your
head
you will get by
(just sing)
la la la la
la la la la
la la la la
la la la la
la la la la
la la la la
la la la la
la la la la
yeah everything will be just fine
i'll see you in no time
baby baby you could fly
no way to say goodbye
from my blue sky