dusk

The sea change.

Turning tides and concrete fortifications.

It’s in with the drums.

The weather was gorgeous and I took out my acoustic from the trunk of the car..

I have this Tonewood amp gadget…

It snaps onto the back of your acoustic,then it pumps amplified signal through the body of your guitar..

Resonance…

Amply a chill delay, reverb,etc..

And I sat outside on a picnic table,in the middle of the small town..

And I played.

And people walking by were nice.

And it was chill .

So fuck you.

Fuck what ya heard.

I’m not on your vibration.

I refuse.

This thing,this thing that’s coming….

Feels like it’s coming ..

Feels like something terrible .

Some terrible feeling.

Fuck that…fuck you…

I’m tired of waiting on the end.

Waiting..

Working..

Caring and feeding animals.

I think a man has a right to be tired.

I think so.

And I don’t have to carry the world

…