staring at the floor. frozen.
scuffed wood once elegant, now dulled by years of water spraying from the kitchen sink.
it’s the eighth floor at liberty lane.
frozen. looking down. familiar.
elliott came from a family that spent their lives propping up the walls, keeping the ceiling in place. his father drinking and laughing and screaming and occasionally hitting. read more >
[special note: i’m playing a show on monday, feb 2 at the pub at Vios. it’s at 65th st and 20th ave below third place books in north seattle. show starts at 7pm. i’ll be playing some billie burke estate tunes, a few monday songs and some covers. it’s free, and all ages are welcome. see you there.]
number ten has a bit of a country twang.
i really like songs where there is a simple story, with a more complicated reality lurking underneath. if you take the words at face value, this tune, like “winston please” before it, is a simple heartfelt love song. but after a bit of listening and examination, a second story emerges. it’s like a trojan horse, with the sweet uncomplicated feelings drawing you in, only to reveal a sour and uncomfortable reality. read more >