Category: uncategorized & miscellaneous

Maile had a fundraiser for English at Work at the fair trade import shop up the street and I played in the shop. Now I have played for Ten Thousand Villiages.

Here are two old pictures of my cat Goopy when he was a itty bitty kitty.

Here are the Three Uncle Sams, my newest colaboration with Doug and Gray. We’ll be playing at Red’s Scoot Inn on Sunday Feb 26th.

Here’s a beat the Gray laid down in Reason with a chorus he suggested and a rhyme I came up with:

Lost In Space
[audio:2006/2/Lost In Space.mp3]

Lost in thought, i’m lost in my dreams
lost in the sauce, lost in the weeds
lost in another saturday night
lost in myself, lost in my life

i heard from an old friend from way back when today
i was a big brother for a summer down in richmond va
she was a strange little sweetie that liked me a lot
she was 16 i was 20 and all pent up

made so nervous i didn’t know what to do
i was gentleman then i didn’t know how to use
to screw, to hit the shit and blow on through
so i treater her right and her father approved

so i get an email today from a girl called frog
and what do yo know that girl is all grown up
she’s in chicago, strikin’ a pose, makin’ her own clothes
learnin’ the ropes in a shop she lives above she opened up

me i’m in austin with a girl and a place
singin my song secure in my space
until an email come through from this fine young thing
and i’m lost in my space fingering my ring

i’m 1000 miles off the surface of the earth
thinkin’ bout my choices and what they’re worth
nothin’ to hold on to just slowly spinnin’
feelin’ the warmth of the light when i’m in it

Here are some songs I’ve written with my students. I’ve been thinking about making an album of them called “Beginner’s Mind.”

Ian Mershon

Flea-bee
By Ian M. and Jason Molin
[audio:2006/2/Flea Bee.mp3]

I was sittin on the couch playin some chords
When I got sucked in the TV in a time warp
My body spun around in space as I flew by
I didn’t know what would happen, thought I might die
I landed on the ground after such a twirl
I didn’t feel so good, I thought that I might hurl
I looked around, there weren’t cars, only hovercrafts
The buildings weren’t made of steel, everything was glass
I saw someone approaching but I did not know
If he was a man or if it was a roach
He wore some big black armor and had little beady eyes
I went to yelp for help and see through his disguise
He came a little closer and suddenly I see
He’s got wings like a bee and fur like a flea
I started out scared but then I got confused
Just the way he looked at me I felt I was accused
I went to shake his hand but he didn’t understand
I guess that in the future that’s not how you greet a man.

—

Guitar Time
By Kyle B. with Jason Molin
[audio:2006/2/Guiter Time.mp3]

2:45 rolls around and baseball practice starts
sadly slumped in his chair the six stringed musician sits
a sweaty boy comes home and eats and then he’s off to bed
his days are filled with baseball but there’s music in his head

Guitar time – never enough
Guitar time – life is rough
Guitar time – tough stuff
Guitar time, I need my guitar time.

The little boy strums his guitar and a smile appears on his face
if only he could play all day long but now he’s got a bus to chase
Baseball season’s over, guitar time’s finally here
When he picks up his guitar it’s music to his ear

Chorus

No more worries in my mind
Gather round it’s guitar time

Chorus