Another quick write.  It’s a few weeks old and I just got a good mix of it.  I’m really enjoying the writing process lately, especially since all my stuff is always hooked up. I’m getting better tracks by not thinking that I have to finish the production.

I’m not going to try to explain the lyrics.

help out of disarray
or some other fantasy
you cracked everything awry
pulsating till you die

we said nothing of the sort
your head’s floating in the tides
fall backwards for a while
you take over when you smile

and all the angular delusions
will crop circles in your eyes
and I’ll fall apart into it
the dark tangled into time

rest quietly aside
take out what you can’t hide
keep the secrets to yourself
it’s beautiful
you’re not the excess
to something else

A little stream-of-consciousness song.

I’ll just enjoy
time in the void
washed up in sound
uneasy ground

solemnly swear
we aren’t here
grab what you know
ease undertow

won’t you come down
on easy ground
trust my expanse
stranded by chance

I was alone
they tried, I don’t know…
to hide us away
hide us away

• When I was younger, every time I would go through something painful, instead of crying, I would bottle it up.  Now I just get angry.
• Fantasies have a purpose.  They breathe life into reality.  Just don’t trust them on their own.
• How many love songs have been inspired by relationships that failed?  Does it matter?
• There’s a biological reason why, if you have a lot of things on your mind, you find it difficult to sleep.  Your body assumes you may have to defend yourself from a stray tiger.  But what if the tiger is you?  Does your boss really care?

you had me right in between
the morning light and a dream
that broke like a wave through the blinds
back where I belong

and the half-mess around the room, scattered
like the hours we stumble on to get around

you wave your hand through the air
playing with your hair in a mirror
space around us is clear
time is on the other side

in the morning you fall into yourself
it’s the perfect place to stay with someone else

pour the coffee into
a passing moment for two
shadows chasing the clock
hold my hand and it’ll stop

what we can’t dream or set aside will fade
but I’m taking you with me into the day

I’m still planning on building the guitars I’ve designed–slowly.  Today I hung lights in the basement of a friend’s house.

I was going to post the plans I drew up, but then progress ceased.  Anyway, above is my eventually-to-be-cluttered workbench.

Below is a link to Rift Magazine’s review of Exits + Obstacles by Nelson Heise.  Check it out:

http://www.riftmagazine.com/?p=349

Also, the Current played “Dark” on tonight’s local show!  Not that I need to blog every time a track gets airplay, but this was the first time I heard my own song on the airwaves while listening to the radio.  I was delivering a pizza in Elliot Park and forgot where I was going!

The new CD has been out for a while now, and I feel like I did everything I was supposed to, or could, do to get the word out.  Songs from it were played on KFAI and the Current, which is great.  Aside from that, so far there have been no reviews or sales, besides one copy I sold in Madison and one to a friend.  I don’t have any upcoming shows.  No one is biting.

I just signed up for consultation at Springboard for the Arts.  It’s time to figure out how this shit works.  Then again, the economy doesn’t exactly help.

Yet another song about reluctantly returning home from a trip, when you start to realize that you wouldn’t leave much behind if you just went the other way.

up in the blue sky
between patches of white
my body on concrete
I’m passing through discrete time
to lay my mind
down, here on the ground

of central wisconsin
plans are escaping
between cities and signs
and the numbers of space between
here and there
or anywhere at all

out on the horizon
my destination
my stomach is in knots
guess it’ll take some time
and I don’t know what
I’m coming home to

is it just myself,
or something else
that I can’t see
swallowing me?

It continues.  I’m writing and recording enough to start posting new lyrics.

Where you taking me tonight?
restless shadows at the sides
help this dream for what we find
long across the setting sky

I stood at the edge of my
world marked with a dotted line
my heart is pounding in my chest
reminding me that I’m alive

In the middle of August, I abruptly quit my job working for my dad, and after a night spent beating myself up, I ordered a ticket for the Megabus and went to Chicago so I didn’t have to think about my life for a while. Here’s what I saw: