Jason Weems - Jason Weems - Jason Weems

The second house I encountered on the slow trip from the San Antonio airport to the Jinx House in Austin was the home of Jason Weems. I met many people there who I would keep running in to during my visit to Texas. One thing about Texas, at least the areas I toured, is that you make friends with the people you meet. Everyone I encountered was warm, sincere and open from the start. This includes Jason.

His apartment was filled with instruments. It's been a while but I think someone causally played the trumpet or some other horn while multiple people jammed on guitars and sang. The whole evening was filled with music. He told me stories of his very interesting past, all of which were centered around creating. The biggest piece of Texas that I keep with me is not the individual people, but the drive they all seem to share.

It is ok with them to follow your heart; something I've yet to find in the Northeast. At least not in a pure state. Jason Weems shines when he plays and I think that deserves some support. It's also the first step in acknowledging that you deserve to live the life of your dreams. The bottom video is his request, the first is a really beautiful song. Enjoy!

Leaning

He spies through glass covered
keyboards, through
snowy windows
with broken
locks.

He
asks for
simple things,
like words strung by
form and aloe on the rocks.

grape ivy

It lives!

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It's that time again.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you all have super wonderful days even if this isn't your holiday. Enjoy, relax, eat great food. I am watching A Christmas Story and getting ready to fall asleep. I received a potted Grape Ivy plant today which I will now be dedicated to keeping alive. Please send your prayers to it :)

Little

Each pixel stemming
from pupil
alight.

Ocean,
horizon at
every hour, brook.

Eyes which master
water and
sky.

Mine
who speak
of hills, jungle.

These conversations exist
between windows,
not

mouths.
Their own
celebration of scenery.

I am such a little kid

So this is Paul Simon's new song, Getting Ready for Christmas Day. Jim Oblon is the dummer in his band and is in the video. They were all on the Colbert Report last Thursday. It was so exciting to watch someone I know on tv, especially on a show I love.

Last night's Owl Shop was maybe the best ever. I LOVE to dance. Will dance to anything, anywhere. Music or no music. But when you get great music and an awesome partner who knows how to lead I just can't contain myself. I was trying to find a video of the style of dancing Chris and I were doing last night but I came up short. The closest thing I could find was way more technical than anything I ever do. You could probably call it blues swing style. And if Chris didn't know how to do it neither would I. He says he learned his moves from dating older women. I should try that. (hehe) To make this long story short, we danced and spun and dipped for three songs and people actually asked us for more! I got to dance with Sarah too, which is our ritual. I know people like that as well, but for much different reasons. The band didn't play any holiday songs, but they did get down with Sunshine of Your Love by Cream. This was a request by three very nice out of towners who also bought me a glass of Argentinean wine. Yumm.

The squirrels are everywhere!

Right now, one is on top of a green tarp protecting a grill. One on a deck rooting through leaves, hopping over sticks. One attached itself to a very steep section of shed roof. Another on a fence post. They crouch down and pounce at each other like cats. Shake their tales furiously. There is never a moment where I can not find a squirrel. Sometimes if I look away for a moment they play with me. I'll have to find them again but it's normally not hard. They aren't great at standing still. I'm glad I can view their playground from my desk. They make work look like fun and they aren't afraid of heights.

In just

I ate some Chinese ribs today. Got a hive on my right eyebrow from a dinner party misfortune.
Inhaled chalk dust and blew more onto my carpet. I am molting.

There are times to pass on the novelty.
Excrete the fortune teller blood and the sexiest poses from a vocabulary.
To listen to radiohead and not feel sadness.

To look at a frog price so fair and green and silent
and know he is real.

He smiles.

I wonder if what was said is true sometimes.
That she is taller than those arms of everyone.

I know what he wants to say, but those words make empty feelings inside.
The repetitive, love, the love, love...
Reminds me of vacancy. Of poetry, of drawing to fill needs.

Honesty is felt. It reeks. It's permeable and palpable.
There is trust in these bones.

The molt removes the doubt. It grows the roots.
It unburies.

A diatribe. It shouldn't feel like that.

I can sense it.

head ache visual

head ache

Just to undo this thing
to fake it out
unravel the edges
leave it as leaf
bone, root.
bury the tree

The world is right

I've had an exceptional week. Music is clearer, mind is free-er, heart is open.
Blackbird plays on Pandora. I just finished Cannery Row by Steinbeck.
I'd given up on Steinbeck a long time ago, too. What a fabulous book.
The back cover, "Cannery Row focuses on the acceptance of life as it is; both the exuberance of community and the loneliness of the individual."
My shift was diving in. Relating without interference. Losing the separation. For someone who lives multi-dimensionally this shouldn't seem like a challenge. Well, it turned out not to be. Just a subtle decision probably brought on by copper, The Chemical Brothers and a human being.

Lost in the marsh

To keep another sentient
influence in view.
Eat life with new eyes.
Double eyes.
Pairs of legs
to run wild in sand,
marsh,
and get muddy and
soaked with smells
not entirely pleasant.
With more of you than you
can be alone.
All together
enhancing your
own singular view.

Cloudy Twins

I put this video on to hear the song but then I may have fallen in love. Has my soul mate made a collage of cloud pictures to illustrate the music? I checked into it deeper and probably not. Oh well. I just thought it was funny. :)

Aphex Twin is solid. Pick any of their songs to listen to and you're going to like it.

Light

Watch a sunset from the mirror
two flickering candles bounce off
the glass,
then
reflection of spectacles,
wet hair sleekness
blue screen television

up
the scrollwork of light fixture.

Goodbye sun, purple clouds.
on go kitchen luminations
from neighboring windows.

A little holiday cheer

This was performed by members of Improv Everywhere in NYC.