Ring the bells, and bang the drums
The sun foretells, a new year comes!
Rain or snow each afternoon
Earth eclipsed the winter moon
Still we hum a harking tune: A new . year . comes.
Hey all. Out west for a couple weeks getting some new balls a-rolling and tending the old fires. Thought i’d share a photo: director J Cody Baker (center) sets up a shot in the Ojai hills for the new video Won’t Be A-Findin Her There. It was an awesome three-day shoot and we’re all excited about the beautiful things Cody and his fantastic crew captured. can’t wait for you all to see it.
I haven’t kept a diligent dream record lately, but in a way it has made the dreams a little more intense. Last nite included:
I’m at the beach near my childhood home at nite. Much of the town is there, something is happening. Enormously tall waves are rising 40-100 feet, but aren’t yet crashing down on us. Still we gotta evacuate. On the road back to town, on foot with a flashlite, I spot a bear. No problem at first but when he does spot me he becomes a buffalo and charges. I dash up a hay loading chute thing made of logs but he rams it repeatedly, breaking logs and collapsing it and I am stuck.
I’m in the hills, at Rainbow Ridge, where the water is the purest. Someone says that other water molecules are blurry and poisonous, this is clear. The lake has a huge inflated thing floating on it, one of those things people bounce off. There are ancient stone pillars capped with busts of heads toppled and overgrown all around. At the base of a redwood tree my feet get warm, I look down and see a dug out pit where old bark lays burning as embers, glowing and sparkling orange. I pull some black charcoal from the ground down upon the burning bark, extiguishing (or at least managing) it.
Dig your self. Live your self
Give your self some time
Johnny