Reconciliation in the Bay. (a short thought upon return)

  Is it just the season that makes every wall seem too high to leap?
   Has each test provided its lesson yet or is there more to come from all of this?

  The last two days have been a huge reminder for me (Daniel). Echos in a canyon seemingly with no end, come without warning to remind us of all the things we said. We hear the tumble come roaring back like a sleeping wave, ripping us from our comfortable niche on the coral.

      This is a time to both recall and to summon. In these strange winds you can do no more than breathe deeply, recognizing the bitter taste that bursts from tiny drops of polluted rain.
 A memory that repeats itself is no less painful than when it was first remembered.
  Our most creative experience, drowned by a loss of power, exceeds us.

  Will we reach forth and grab that last, dangling line cast out for us to follow or will we pass on in the tides, looking for more than a measly lure?

   What calm there can be in a body merely floating, swaying beneath an oil spill. What calmer things could come from deep?

This Weeks Lineup and times!

 Hello!
 

        We have an excellent couple days of music this week with an astounding lineup!
  Two days of Maere people!!! TWO!

	Tuesday, May 25, 2010 at 8:00pm at Hotel Utah Saloon in SF!!!Address is 500 4th street @ Bryant  Lineup: Samvega and The Shimmies!!!!!!!!        and  Wednesday, May 26th, 2010 at 9:00pm at The Element Lounge SF on Geary and Van Ness.
	Lineup: Melvoy Malthrop and San Narciso!!!!!		Join us  on either or Both nights!!!

 Sometimes we get lost.
  We travel time with a broken watch and we see the end for what it is.
An end.
    Sometimes we let ourselves leave, checking out under the terms that we'd agreed to leave.
We don't give ourselves any credit. We just push up the sheets and cover our sleepy heads.

  Sometimes there are witnesses to your exit. They may have been lost as well, but they probably don't know it.

It's the same place, you know. That places with millions of footprints not yet washed away by the wind. That place we've all stood, at a loss for words, without thought or guidance. That place where the godless and the holy can all shake hands and agree on the terms of loss. Feeling lost. Feeling.          We forget we are feeling.

 We forget that deal we made with our nervous system. That thing, many things, sending us messages from our finest slope to our most curvaceous limb.  We made a deal with it at birth.

  It gave us safe passage into the light, calloused world assuming that we would live an existence of purpose and emotion.  Is that what we are doing?

    What justice to that promise is living in a world that smothers its own mother?
 My tongue is pledged to provoke, my hands are bound to the instrument and i will live
if my life means nothing more than to make one think.
  I pray to the readers, think.
  Keep your mind moving.

take only the road that leads to love.

Long winded.

  So, once again the valley impresses me with its efforts and it's sheer creative will. This place is so full of talent and drive that it puts a tick in my step from time to time.

  We are practicing again this week and preparing the Hotel Utah show on the 25th!!! My gut is teeming with excitement as i type. If anyone wants to go or is interested in more information, check this out on FB.

http://www.facebook.com/kelly.denny#!/event.php?eid=120808674612339&ref=mf

An Ode to the Spring.

  There has been a different smell in the air. Fragrant and full of memories. It almost feels like the real thing.

      I can't describe the sensation, which makes me understand its purity.  There is an earthy taste followed by a sense of confusion. Something white about it, white and shining. I feel like it may be attempting to communicate on a deeper level. Maybe attempting to lure me into a hole. Maybe i can't trust it. There is the possibility of threat.

     I retreat.
 I call back the army.
 I leave a note
   A perfumed scent, alarms me.
  I may not be moving.

  I may have moved my feet, but backwards.
      Where has the spring gone? Where are these memories coming from? I can't remember, i can't remember. I can't remember. I can't remember. I can't remember. I can't remember. I can't remember. I can't remember.