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Sunday, August 29, 2010

"I am an empty house longing to be haunted." - Darren Bauler.

Beautiful, man. Just fucking beautiful.

Nails a feeling that's chasing my ass right now.

I'm here, laying down by the imaginary stream inside my head, listening to James Toth's "Ballad of Squeaky Wheels" - remembering why he's one of a handful of the best songwriters around right now (his demos piss on your overproduced campfire hisssss, boutique-label boys...) and D's phrase just nails that tone - that catch - in James' voice perfectly, as if he's sing-talkinging along to the CD-r; an overdubbed talk-over across impossible distances.

Quantum-entanglement of the soul.

The wind in the trees, the chill in my bones. Dogs barking somewhere in the distance.

The damp smell of leaves, prefacing the onset of autumn.

Perfect.