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  • Jun 25, 2021


"Knock knock, twist the lock, crack the door and kiss the floor. The black tower is fired up and running."


If you only knew the depths of the dream. Reflecting today on the lights coming from the tower... and the trinkets and things that speak to me in the shadows on the walls of her chamber. Sometimes it feels like a free fall... and other times it's a powerful flight over tree tops. One second it's a crash, another a flash. This week I return to the "Child of the Sun" and a new whistle called 'We Shine" which has been kicking around in the black box as of late.


"Stay the course, there's always forever, and kill the ghost... tonight."


A bit of a lone wolf on parade this month. It's been a week of reflecting on the hillsides during the day, sitting with the Warmoths and planning things in my head to the sweet sound of the dead grass blades bending and swaying into one and other. A month of imagining larger things before they come to fruition and having the courage to see them through, whatever the cost. The stage, the work, the lights, the characters, the new record... the Warmoths.. the open minded road, so much to do, and the only choice we have in life to obey the voice that whispers to us in the face of it all.

They're so much to say about what's happened the last few years, you have no idea. I was involved in another project which took me away from the first incarnation of the Guard, the new Hadder and the original vision of evermore that came during my ocean rides and hillside quests just before the fires. I should have known better. Truth is I'm not surprised by people anymore in life and I took what I could from it for fun and now that thing is over. All the words and work I did over the last three years are in my vault, safe. When will all that work see the light of day? Time will tell soon enough I suppose... in some form or another... at least my parts will. There's just to much blood and sweat on it all to let it sit in the dark. For now, there will be a "Stargazer" release soon with a video. Yes, it's about time for that. And I guess we'll just see what comes to chamber #408 and the new Hadder residence... and what will happen to the #lost #tor #record

The new stage is almost set for something interesting and inspiringly delightful. A great time kill for all. At least for the next three months while the hills have grass again. Here's some pics from the chamber 408.

- evermore








"I saw a wolf last night in a dream, it rode the smoke from the fire that I set, it spoke in tongues I'm yet to understand, but one thing was clear. it said that we're headed for the end."


I lived in the hills for many years. The dry hills that one day caught fire and burned everything I knew. More than just the physical reality of things, but memories and a life all perished in the unstoppable flames that jumped the hills like an effortless ghost on frolic. Like a giants hand sweeping across mountains as though they were merely loose sand through fingertips, the fire had no conscience or care. I wrote this lyric before the actual fire. You could say it was a premonition of sorts... I recall the drive when they came to me... looking out over the dry hills, I saw a wolf in the smoke and and it was saying something but I couldn't hear the words.. it was a warning I think, about the end of something.. maybe I was the one who set the fire that day. Not literally or purposefully, but a fire starter was I all the same. A little backstory and look into what made the dead rabbit after all.






"Winds they fall like winter leaves, call me the master of the weeds, tending the garden once a week, shame some things we can never keep."


I had a dream about a vigilante who lived in the hills above Bok, he would sit and watch the world below his little perch each day.. pretty view he has... You might call him the Gardner, tending fields filled with wicked weeds. He's a bit vexed and disgusted with the filth of the world. You could say it was a slight reflection of me and my own feelings toward that small percentage of humanity that aims to lie and steal and cheat their way to some imaginary top of their own imaginary mountain. #Losangeles is a breeding ground for such filth, but like I said, it's a small percentage... and I like a good story more than anything. This character owns some land in the rolling hills and a nice stretch of dog kennel fences, where he keeps some rather wicked creatures that perhaps the world is better off without anyway. Believe it or not, he's really not that bad a guy. You could say he's just tying up some loose ends and doing what the courts probably should do, and eye for an eye kind of character.... with a keen eye for opportunities that could swing the pendulum to the side of the victim and who also has the financial means and power to right some very bad wrongs. Unfortunately songs can only have so many words.. for me, the visions of each song are so much more than just the fleeting words and connected letters inside the waves of music. A dilemma I wish to rectify with videos some day.


This "Ballad of the Dead Rabbit" track is one of the songs from the first session that was left in somewhat of an unfished state. Good enough to release as is for now, but still some check lists yet to check. Once the new black tower gets power this week, I will be revisiting this track. I have so much to say about it, but I'll stop here for now. Thanks for reading.




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