Hollywood Blog / Wand
This entry was posted on Saturday, June 23rd, 2007 at 5:13 pm by Stuart Davis
song of the day: Wand
word of the day:
oh this baby. she’s been waiting. this song… i’ve been wanting to put this baby on an album for so long. but it had to wait. and wait. well, you’re time has arrived little one. you’re a pop song now. having to make some song selections this week. can’t put 30 songs on a record. i wanna put twisted mystery on the record too. anyway. here are three we’re looking at today:
white plum (which i wrote about the Shukei Tokodo ceremony in my Zen lineage -white plum in da’ houzzz!!)
in the pulsing
of a blue stream
till the ache lead
to a red pool
where the vein broke
and a lie bled
love
now your lips pursed
in the orchard
under moonlight
with an arm stretched
for a branch
with a ripe, white
plum
******************
Wand (my friend Vid always calls this my Vajrayana song. which makes sense cuz it’s about my wife, who’s a Vajrayana Dakini girl)
i’ve been breathing
a volcano
in the basement
of my navel
i stuck my straw into the sun
and sucked some light into my lungs
love made a wick out of my tongue
the kiss of death
put daisies on my breath
pain
pain is a puzzle
one look and i saw double
fear
fear is a riddle
that made my bones brittle
love
love is a wand
one wave
and riddle’s gone
what i feel is
flowers pushing
through the tissue
of my torso
she dropped some seed
into my wound
step up
my chest is gonna bloom
wish you’d get a whif
of this perfume
and meet the wife
that brought me back to life
(chorus)
i fight it
and i fight
but it never fails
that my eyelids
are the hardest veils
took a hand
to slap my face
put me back in touch
with grace
(chorus)
******************
twisted mystery (as Julio Iglasias would say, to all the girls i’ve loved before….)
are you gonna role your eyes at me?
i guess that’s what stings
cuz i only came to help
myself
to everything
do you wanna take a shot at me?
well, you’ll have to hit yourself
cuz i’m hiding in your head
and i’m having fun in hell
you could make a chain around the world
if you gathered up the girls
with a bruise in the shape of my personality
a scar from the barbs in the jagged fallacy
a crude little letch that is trapped inside of me
it’s a twisted mystery
a forced apology
married to a melody
makes “sorry” sound so sweet
and easy to repeat
i’m sorry, can’t you tell?
no neither can i
or anybody else
and it makes me wanna cry
maybe i would if i knew how
but i’m busy drinking now
with a bruise in the shape of my personality
a scar from the barbs in the jagged fallacy
a crude little letch that is trapped inside of me
it’s a twisted mystery
Hollywood Blog / River
This entry was posted on Saturday, June 23rd, 2007 at 12:31 am by Stuart Davis
Just cut a vocal to the new song River. literally gave me CHILLS. it’s such a HIT. like, holy shit hit. first time you hear it.
lyrics:
everyone i’ve ever loved
met in the river
and was afraid of
getting in the river
now i’m falling
and i
feel a million arms around me
when i get in the river
every color of light surrounds me
when i get in the river
every thought i have dissolves
here in the river
i’m gonna let love wash it all
here in the river
get in the river
i’ve seen strange sages
get in the river
leading demons
into the river
now they lead me
and i
feel a million arms around me
when i get in the river
every color of light surrounds me
when i get in the river
every thought i have dissolves
here in the river
i’m gonna let love wash it all
here in the river
get in the river
i’m in the river
get in the river
we’re in the river
Hollywood Blog / Encore Deja Vu
This entry was posted on Friday, June 22nd, 2007 at 7:06 pm by Stuart Davis
today we started working on Encore, Deja Vu. This is a very trippy hip hop song. We have only just begun with it. It shows signs of being a classic. Right now it’s in Nate Jenkins hands. He’s ensconced in his dungeon of technova love, shaping it. Lyrics:
She took it home for a few fun hours
before the show, the showboat showered
shit and spit off of the shaft
she fed it, said it had a frightening laugh
took it to the gig where the crowd looked big
it’s a goat in the garden gobblin’ sprigs
the room bloomed the ouvre sound
the over-soul in the underground
got a full house, got a hundred eighty
it spouts god-pop while it scopes loose ladies
encore, deja vu
you did this shit
now shit does you
this kid’s id
keeps syphoning suchness
tyring to forget the riddle:
what witness?
god green girls give good head
in the green room
on a beer-stained bed
its digits are dialing a buxom bust
toggle aereolas like an abacus
bang, bang the finger gun
finger-bangin’ betties
til the arm goes numb
it gets sick of the digital tricks
it’d rather shoot the rapids
in the her river styx
encore, deja vu
you did this shit
now shit does you
this kids id
keeps syphoning suchness
trying to forget the riddle
what witness?
you could Euclid
with all of these angles
shaped by apes
raped by angels
it’s a who-is-who
in the world of what-not
more spoiled snots
than a neti pot
hot spot, gut-rot, blood clot, money-shot
paint a she-bot with a rorschack blot
warped Witness watches its bitches
botching love’s wishes
encore, deja vu
you did this shit
now shit does you
this kids id
keeps syphoning suchness
trying to forget the riddle:
what witness?
Dublin!
This entry was posted on Thursday, June 21st, 2007 at 7:53 pm by Stuart Davis
Just found out I’m playing a five night stand at the Fringe Festival in Dublin, Ireland this September. My CD release tour will begin with London, Totness, then five nights in Dublin, then Amsterdam. I am so stoked!
Hollywood Blogs / Day Six
This entry was posted on Sunday, June 17th, 2007 at 12:24 pm by Stuart Davis
Song of the Day: Bastards Of Young / The Replacements
Word of the Day: Dad
I think it’s Father’s Day today. Isn’t it? Sunday June 17th? I am a father. I have a father.
A nod to my pops. I have been incredibly blessed to have an outstanding, loving father. My dad has always been there. He grew up in a tough situation. Northern Minnesota. He, seven sisters (that’s a lot of feminine energy, and I gotta believe it was a powerful force of love), his mom and dad lived in a one-room tar paper shack through some really brutal mining range winters. They had to kill things to eat. That’s the way it was. I never heard my dad complain about it. Or hold it over our heads (”when I was a kid, we had to…”). Not his style. He worked his ass off, and rose up through the ranks to become a major project manager at one of the biggest construction companies in the Midwest. And he was great at his job. He raised a family, and provided stability, support, love, and patience to all of us, without exception. And me and my brothers were challenging kids. That’s another story. Let’s just say the job of dad was one replete with trials. Even though my dad came from a back ground that (Midwester Protestant vibe) is not known for its effusive display of emotions 
he always, always told us all he loved us, and hugged us freely and un-self consciously. He has always lived and worked with total integrity, preferring to be a living example of his values than talking about them all the time. I’ve never seen my dad break the law. Ever. Never heard him lie. Not once. He’s simply a loving, upstanding human being, and I hope I can be half the dad to my daughters my dad has been to me. I know the conditions have been tough sometimes. He’s a devout Christian who believes the Bible is the word of God. I’m a Zen Buddhist who’s says things like ‘all beliefs are false’. He’s organized, I’m chaotic. He is a dependable planner. I’m unpredictable & impulsive. My father is humble, dignified. I’m a chronic exhibitionist who puts my life on parade. My dad managed an even, steady career and retirement plan. I have gambled and risked through peaks and valleys. But I have never had a doubt -in my whole life- that my dad absolutely, unconditionally loves me. And I have tested him with difficult conditions. But that love never wavers. I really want to live that same love with my daughters.
I am so grateful for you dad. Thank you for a lifetime of everything I ever needed. I love you!
Hollywood Blogs / Day Three
This entry was posted on Thursday, June 14th, 2007 at 6:32 pm by Stuart Davis
Song of the Day: Another Satellite / XTC
Word of the Day: Wobble
Nate Jenkins, Alex, Jason (intern here at the studio), Leslie (my intern), and I are rocking. We’re getting Miracle done by Friday so Eddie K can come in and do his vocals on it. I am absolutley loving what I’m hearing.
Today I issued a challenge: The Food-Off. We are going to have a nutritional competition for the next 50 days (that’s the time we are spending making the album). WHO CAN EAT THE HEALTHIEST!!! Leslie doesn’t want to participate, but Nature (Nate), Alex, Jason, and yours truly are locked in an edible battle. I am fucking slaughtering their induglent assess too, cuz i’ve been on a raw food diet for like four days now. Water, nuts, fruit. I am hyper-clean. They’re eating COOKED food. They’re lost in a miasma of preservatives, flavorings, and frankly, I almost pity them. First I will bury them, then I will pity them. For now, I’m going to eat another almond and drink my tenth water today (I am still drinking coffee in the a.m. though, that’s not going anywhere. But considering Nate just had four nohitos (sp?) for lunch, i think i have a safe buffer.)
today alex and i were going back and forth about some thing and he said “it’s ALL deep, dumbass!” which delighted me to no end. i told him that’s got to be a shirt. let’s make it a shirt.
Hollywood Blogs / Day Two
This entry was posted on Thursday, June 14th, 2007 at 2:39 pm by Stuart Davis
Song of the Day: still Miracle
Word of the Day: Moi-mee-EHN-drayz (means “point of all places” in IS)
woke up, went to producer Alex Gibson’s home. the man. the myth. the moth. we cavorted for a time, frollicking like catholic school boys in the joviality and fraternity of Rock that is afforded only those who’ve created audio-babies together. then we got down to business. song list for the new album. tempos of each song. key signatures. we mapped out the landscape of the record, moving things here and there, adjusting keys, speeds, so we have the right undulation in the sonic safari. we debate a bit about whether to put songs like Sugar Bullets and Chow Down on this album. in principal, i’m not nuts about re-recording anything that’s been released before (even if only on a live album). in practice, no one really heard that album. and some of my all-time favorite songs have never been properly recorded. i want to see them come to fruition. there’s really no good recording -anywhere- of songs like nothing in between, chow down, or sugar bullets. so, after a careful survey of pros and cons, we decide on the following song list of candidates this new album:
Already Free
Miracle (featuring Eddie K on backing Vox)
Deity Freak
Fear of Light
White Plumb
Sugar Bullets
Sky God
Chow Down
Nothing In Between
Fear of Light
Fuck or Fight
the River
Wand
Encore, Deja Vu
a couple of these will probably end up getting cut after we’ve finished them, but at least then we’ll know what fits and what shits.
my new assistant Leslie arrived around dinner time. we called it a night, I went back to the pad and crashed, swollen with the promise of making a long-play-recording in the name of Nameless Wonder with the ordained assembly of Mysteriates. naked, bounding through virtual wheat fields of sound.