Passenger Pigeon started off as a simple name for the recordings I did back in 2006, and it became something more and more that I could just never feel satisfied with. So I work hard and have a lot of fun every time I record the little jigs I write.
rambleao: you know why I aint got money it's god. god don't want me to have money. he knows! he knows what I would do with it. buy up all the neighbors houses all the land that used to belong to us the whole ranch. buy it back push all those mc mansions down load them in dumpsters and put it back the way it was when I was a kid open fields horses running loose in giant pastures. if I wanted to I could walk naked for miles and nobody would have seen me. I dug it dug the sh** out of walking endlessly around or riding my horse all the way to the lake."no not naked that was just theoretic okay?
but I could...
Still rockin: I have a birthday coming up, I’m supposed to be feeling older. Rock years are like dog years, 1 to 7, so in rock years I’m like 307 years old. I shouldn’t be listening to stuff like this anymore. I shouldn’t be getting a thrill and a chill down the spine from boisterous, emotional and gutsy stuff like this that raises your pulse and puts a pit in your stomach. I predict I will die of a heart attack jammin to a tune some day. I don’t care. Oct.20, 2008...
Letter to Lan (part III of VI): “A Winter's~ Tail” continued...
Early the next day it was almonds I discovered broken into
disgusted, I discarded them and sealed up all the other food
There! I declared, satisfied with myself,
No more stealing you very bad little mouse!
It wouldn't be long now
before he had no choice but to leave
to go to where the grasses were moist and green
then once again I would have my peace
The next night it wasn't as surprising
While drifting near the threshold of sleep
to hear him decide this
was the perfect time to eat.
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!...