a song that started when my girl was talking about the way that everything passes, including her. then there was a warm thunderstorm and some 4th of july fireworks that we watched on the roof of our brooklyn apartment. when she left a few days later for ecuador, i felt the strange, sad freedom of the anything hours.
i play guitar, harmonica, & sing. my uncle, tom lennon, plays the second guitar & sings at the end. bill flores plays pedal steel. jane herships sings along. dony wynn plays drums. emile millar plays banjo and xylophone.
karen nedivi took the photo of the mobile we made.
“it doesn’t break my heart, but it aches a little, to hear you talk about the way the hours fleet & fade, & gain & pass, yes, even lovely you some day. electric thunder rains beat any fireworks. i’m cleaning up & messin’ round with your wine in my grape juice; but even when the sun is on the rain it’s hard to find a rainbow in this city. we kissed beside the car. i asked you to take care of karen for me. we waved through the tinted glass. & only then began the inner, welling sea of anything.”