Songs

      I went over to Martin’s today to work on Dust Covered Man. It’s slow going but I’m happy with what we have so far. Today I added background vocals to the tail end of the song. I want to add tambourine and start mixing so that I can have it mastered and start work on another song. 
      I’ve been writing songs one after another of late. I’ve written more songs in the last year than I have in the previous ten. I’m falling behind with recording them. The newest song is always the most interesting song. If I lose interest while writing a song, I’ll scrap it. What’s the sense of writing songs you don’t like?   

Dawn

I woke up at five in the morning and went for a walk. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do some research for the ending of my first book. It ends with a man standing on a hill watching the sunrise. I did that this morning. It took a little longer for the sun to come up than I remembered, but I think the walk was useful.

            It’s strange to see people moving about at that time of morning. I saw a couple of dog walkers and a lady who backed her car out of her garage and took off in a hurry. That struck me as odd. 
            It’s the perfect time of day to be alone. It’s fresh and new. I heard the mockingbirds sing with first light. It was inspiring. A much needed change in the routine. Try it sometime, it works wonders.

Mariachi Plaza

I took a train to Mariachi Plaza and had dinner with a woman who knew Jack Kerouac. Jack had slept on her and her husband Bob’s couch for a month back in the day. 

One day Jack came into the room and asked the woman for a blow-job. The woman said no on account of her being married, and guilt and all.

            “Oh, that’s okay,” Jack said. “I’d prefer Bob to do it anyway.”