Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

all comes down to jam!
hey ST
no snow
mild so far
been up on high
wiring away.......

Hey mark hello hello hello!
Bring back Cold Mountain!
Joshu or even sour ol' Ryokan!
I buy them all a drink
right about NOW !

always a jam
like ships passing in the night

friendly voices fade into the distance
we continue on our way

jam on

jam on indeed
i feel the need
jam willie shakes
in thee
o say can u see
time flying
mayan worm hole
time
sketches of spain
time
it's all about now
time
i need to go for a walk
time
1st thought
time
to
jam!!!!!!!!!!!

if the river was whiskey....me on harmonica and synths

let the three worlds spin
let the four sacred directions join in
let it snow on the tribes
the holy man sits on the bottom of the river
and the fish come sniff
at his ears

Thx Mark, missed this much

jam while the missiles fly
the booms crash
jam the sounds of birds
suddenly silent
the shake of the feeble ground
jam unseen forces
till the wind screams Enough
then jam on

jam on indeed
cold 12 degrees
7 this morn
dreaming nepal
thinking 'bout wire
listening to reggae
@ nola cafe

jean cocteau wiring it up 1925 by man ray

wires away!
make it a day!

jam on mama
jam on the gone world
jam on the blues

jam me home to the oh can you see

a silent hum
song of night
the noises an
old building makes
@ 1 fifty a.m.
slipping into the
worm hole
1st timers
stop on a dimers
did you know poets
tend to write in
rhyme more as
old age comes?
does it come on
us slowly, or in
spread out increments
hell we're just dangling
on the head
of a pin
there i did it again
& again...& again....
one more nod to
santa claus
and all those noisy
kids on new years eve
ready (i think)
for coundown 2012
coated in jam
o so sticky.....

3 from last year......

the old I get
ain't never going to get
it

the way I been
first timer
five and dimer

sticking to the music
listen while I ken

ken of zen
don't know it
but still convinced

old man on the mountain got the chills
still thrills
life goes on

thanks for the tunes
i am pretty sure I am tune deaf
something subtle and wrong in my hard wiring maybe
we all walking in our own shoes I guess
that's what so sticky about jam
we dance a mile in each others shoes



march/dance to
a sticky jam
first thoughts open text box jaming wit my friends
keeps me keeping on

jam ed to three from last year
thank you for the tunes

I got so wrapped up in it my fingers froze it was so cool

wary of the contrary
got a beat
hagerstown
light years
and long john silvers
I know you hate emoticons but

rainin'
jam
cold studio jam
fellini
rossellini
de sica
monica vitti
and of course sophia
let us not forget claudia
cinama paradiso
wet my ilusions
8 1/2 confusions
fleeting time
always enuff
to jam
palladio
brunelleshi
michealangelo
domes
within domes
links in chains
stairs to heaven
dreams never remembered
the agony of ingrid
and beauty of isabella

teatro olympica theatre of palladio 1580's.....

got the down
i goin' round
gotta phone can reach the sky
i talk to invisible people
think of that girl & i just sigh

cold front
hard freeze
chills and thrills
in paradise

ferlinghetti and Gino Marchetti.
The diner on reistertown rd
Hot rods and teen age queens
true love and college dreams

went out to the levi and it was dry
tried to start my bugatti but it was dusty

I think of her and slice onions
just so I can cry

wow what a car
gonna go far & far
got the lust
got the rust
got the balance
& it is just !