I’ve been listening back to the Dolan recording sessions of “Paisley Skies” today and recording more rhythm guitar and keyboard parts. It’s still in the early stages but it’s starting to sound like a real record.
In other news, I’ve now been 22 for two days. Update: it feels a lot different than 21…I feel like a dinosaur. Within this sudden aging process, it has also come to my attention that the Brontosaurus never actually existed. Little Foot is dead. My childhood dreams are shattered. And so I have written what I believe should go on Little Foot’s tombstone:
Dinosaur, friend, mentor. May you continue eluding sharp teeth in your own eternal great valley.
On a separate note, here are the opening lyrics to Paisley Skies:
Lying back on our old trampoline
Trying to see the universe
Asking questions of a father I can’t see
But if I heard the answers, they might hurt
And how I’ve cried all these days and all these nights, I wonder
Don’t you find it strange? How the stars can all align but still we mess it up each time?
Don’t you find it weird? When you gaze up through your tears at the clouds rolling by…
How they paint a paisley sky…