A song about someone getting older and looking back.

Lyrics

Up in the attic is a faded photograph
of your wedding day
that's the way time goes these days

Out of your window is an unfamiliar scene
You remember when it was all empty and green

You remember when people said
exactly what they meant
You remember when a spade was called a spade

You remember when the universe felt young
and so did you
You remember when your love was fresh and new

Down in the basement is a box of broken dreams
Promises  pulled apart, torn at the seams

Phantoms and ransoms you picked up along the way
In a life lived right, that's the price you've got to pay

You remember when people said exactly what they meant
You remember when a spade was called a spade

You remember when the universe felt young and so did you
You remember when your love was fresh and new

You remember when people said exactly what they meant
You remember when a spade was called a spade

You remember when the things you held onto were owned, not lent
You remember when the people you loved stayed

Playing around with some pictures I took... not having the easiest time.  My hands wouldn't stop twitching for my pencil.

I have a few more of these planned though, a whole series on all the waiting we do and how patient we all are if you think about it... I know, RANDOM but I figure some pretty cool things could end up happening from this cause that's the way this place works

...so here goes nothing! :) 

Waiting for the hundred which has been making itself scarce of late.  This time I kept myself entertained by taking pictures of my hitRECord themed outfit and REC button

It was fun :)

Colored Pencil Drawing

I've been feeling Halloweeny lately... do listen to the original if you haven't heard it yet :)

The apple tree stood tall and proud,
Waiting for someone to sample its fruit;
However, the tree was very lonely,
Having picked a remote glen in which to root.

Most of its apples fell to the ground,
Without ever having been tasted;
The tree would weep a little inside,
Watching all of its fruit as it wasted.

Then one spring day a young girl appeared,
To curl up under the tree’s shady leaves;
She grabbed an apple, then opened a book,
And between bites she began to read.

With her melodic voice, she read stories out loud,
Of faraway people and foreign places;
The tree listened raptly and felt very fulfilled,
To see some of its apples get tasted.

She would visit the tree on sunny days,
And the occasional drizzly afternoon;
The tree was so happy that it hated to see,
Summer‘s end approaching all too soon.

The girl continued to appear in the fall,
As the tree’s leaves turned a fiery red;
But when sunny skies became swollen with snow,
The tree became filled with dread.

When the tree’s last apple hovered on its branch,
The tree caught it before it could fall;
The tree hoped it could give it to the story girl,
Before she stopped coming at all.

Long days turned into longer weeks,
Fluffy snow-filled clouds blocked the sunshine;
Still the tree held on to its last apple,
Hoping to hear her melodic voice one last time.

The tree just about gave up any hope,
Of ever seeing the story girl again;
It held on to its last apple nostalgically,
Thinking fondly of its one and only friend.

As if the tree’s thoughts had conjured her,
The girl suddenly appeared in the glen;
Then she gazed at the tree with goodbye in her eyes,
And the tree feared it would never see her again.

The tree removed the apple from its trunk,
Held it out to her before she could go;
She just looked at the offered apple curiously,
With her mouth in the shape of an “O”.

“You keep it,” said the girl with a smile on her face,
And she patted the tree’s outstretched limb;
“I want to make sure you have apples,” she said,
“When I come back to see you next spring.”

Saintmaker's great image "popped" :) for Todd. <3

Pioneer Square in Seattle.

Creativity Collaboration Campaign Vehicle body-wrap graphics

I've dithered about posting this picture, but since it comes with a story and the image may be useful for remixing, I guess I will.  This is the story of the BAMF Pixie vs The Lucky Dude.

Last year I was researching a novel and a friend of mine, who is in law enforcement, offered to take me to a private range and show me how to shoot.  If I'm going to write all those action scenes, I figured, I should at least get a more visceral sense-memory to draw on in my writing.  And let me tell you, I'll never write an action scene the same way again.  The NOISE.  Maaaaan, I could never have anticipated that, or that feeling like this... thing... this power is trying to leap out of your hands.  I have way more respect for cops now, and whenever I see someone get a gun pointed at them on TV nowadays, I have a far different reaction than I used to.  And let it be said that I am not a gun person.  I'd never held one before and don't expect to again.  Like sky-diving, it's that thing I do to build up the experiential data-base for the purposes of writing stuff.  For the record, writing will probably kill me.

Aaaaanyway.

After the first few shots, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see my friend sort of boggling at me with this enormous grin on her face.  Apparently, I'm pretty damn good with a Glock 9mm.  Fact is, I'm good at kinesthetic things and even better at following instructions, so I'm more like a robot you can program reasonably well than someone with anything resembling natural talent.  Truth be told, I only managed to fire about 15 shots before the noise and the recoil and, frankly, the horror of holding a handgun got the better of me, so most of those deadly-accurate shredded points are hers, although, within those shredded points are a good proportion of mine.  My friend, who is small with a tinkling pixie laugh, and who has regularly dropped bad guys using her thumb and a lot of command presence, is consistently top gun in her division.  She has to be:  she's small with a tinkling pixie laugh.  You don't get where she's gotten without taking a lot of shit, and that means having to be twice as good as any guy likely to go making assumptions.  Being able to do well under her instruction made me feel really good.   I was chuffed in a way that made me feel rather like throwing up, you know, like when you're on a boat that's rolling on two-way chop.

So, we finish our 50 rounds, exit the range, and while we're settling up with the dude behind the counter, my friend shows him our target, pointing out that it was my first time, and he raises an eyebrow in approval.  Then, this other guy saunters over, the one who, when we arrived, was busy trying to convince the range supervisor that he was shooting left and low because his sights were off, not because he was doing what a lot of shooters do, which, as my friend pointed out to me quietly, is to overcompensate for the recoil (you can see on the target that I started to do the same thing, and my shots drifted lower and lower as I got more freaked out with the anticipation of the recoil).  Anyway, Mr. "It's Not Me, It's My Equipment" leans over my friend's shoulder to look at our target and says, with a deprecating half-smile, "Not bad, for a girl." 

"Wow," I said, using my prudent inside-my-head voice.  "I didn't know they'd invented time travel.  You're a wonder, sir."

My friend, however, was less intrigued by this throw-back cum miracle of quantum science and, by training, less likely to rely only on her inside-her-head response to assholery.

I don't know if you've ever seen someone actually get melted by eye-beams of rage, but I haven't and I wasn't looking forward to getting the chance.  I'd already added enough traumatic capital to my experience bank that day.  At that point, I wrapped my hand around my friend's wrist and gently urged her toward the door.   "Oh, dude," thought I as I horse-whispered my seething top gun BAMF pixie into the car, "little do you know how close you came to getting face-planted... by a girl."

This is my second Halloween REMIX, I hope you like it guys! ;o)

With love and compliments to Gary Oldman and the HR gang! Where else can you legally get an opportunity to edit artists from every level of the profession! 

If required i have a super 1080 HD uncompressed version too!

My son's interpretation of "Dream Twins Sonnet."

Please feel free to color it in. Maybe we can figure out some sort of animated gif...

For wirrow's tiny story bah humbug.

"Why didn't you tell me we were supposed to wear a costume?"

I've been playing around with the idea of shooting more video and I was experimenting with a lens. I just thought that this might be useful for someone. 

Made some changes.  Let me know what you think.

General tone is rather different from the original RECord. Didn't add any reverb to this one either.

I've been wanting to do a reading of a longish Halloween poem, but I've been a bit busy. So when I stumbled upon Jules's awesome poem I bit the bullet and took the plunge. I'd love some spooky noises or even some kind of underscore to set the mood, or just take a listen it was certainly fun to read. And forgive my lame man's voice, haha. Enjoy and Happy Halloween!

Waiting for Yosuf Islam concert in Brussels ( with Sarah , thank you )

ao much of life is spent waiting ..I think it's a great idea for a collab. Emma Conner.<3

Thought I would also add something for Emma...

Inspired by Cameron's wonderful Hitrecord profiles I decided to make one for the ever so talented Cam_4. She crocheted Mokupoku while she visited me in Dublin and I still don't know how she does it!! Hope you like!

It is not a really good picture, but a funny memory. The whole parking lot was blocked to let the tar dry. Nevertheless a flock of Canadian geese decided to waddle  right accross it. Why do they have wings, anyway?

I fell in love with a teenage vampire

I've danced under the stars in Spain

I've been a drug addict and a compulsive liar

I've walked the trail of tears all over again

I restored a mansion in Italy

I lived in an Oklahoma WalMart alone

Van Gogh,in France,painted right beside me

A Morrocan desert jail was my home

I've lost love and I've found it again

I was gay,straight,black and white

I've been a singer in a country band

I did it all for the love of a child

Today I'm a famous Hollywood star

and after that who knows who I'll be

Through the words,through the pages I travel far

Through the stories I can be free

Here is the low-resolution version of / Parallels /. The high-res version, for remixing purposes, can be downloaded here: http://hitrecord.org/records/543369

...without any further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Hevn & Urth... View the high res copy here

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/549684

Cool text from Matt Conley - here are two of my vo takes.

I added these lines at the end just for the helluvit:

Symphonies of possibilities

Play their silence

Phantom movements

Dance out nonsense

While dust covers all

But the magic eye that follows you

Never goes to sleep

I couldn't stop thinking about the comment themetafictionist made about my logo reminding her of roller derby.  A hitrecord roller derby team...how cool would that be? :-)...So I decided to play around and make a hitrecord roller derby poster with fictional teams...maybe this can be a start of a collaboration or something....

I just really wanted this to become a song. I know it would be better if it were a siren singing, but I couldnt get a hold of lily cole (doctor who reference!!!!!) ummm yeah :p