Rusty

Sweet Spot

Sweet Spot

The wind had just started to blow hard against the hurricane shutters, vibrating mom’s aluminum back porch into a consistent low grade hum as if it were the C string on a cello. The power had gone hours before, and out of a pure resignation to boredom I found myself mindlessly producing harmonies to the…

Welcome, the Venerable Irreverend Rusty Jonz…

Welcome, the Venerable Irreverend Rusty Jonz…

I have, this good morning of March 21, 2017,  beneath the watchful gaze of Spirit, followed whole-heartedly in the faithful footsteps of distinguished sisters and brothers of the cloth and other fine, free-range, grass fed fabrics available now live or on the internet, to certify myself a Reverend. Although I much prefer Irreverend, if you must,…

Job 1:21

Job 1:21

Wrote this song yesterday (Thursday, 8.05.16) and just wanted to share it with you tonight. Never been much of a bible scholar, but let’s see if I got this bit right… JOB 1:21 21 And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed…

The band gets a name…

The band gets a name…

“For what time shall I set your ‘six pussy’ alarm today?” asked the English butler-sounding baritone that projected from J’s smart phone. She looked at me with a quizzical expression that morphed into half bemusement and horror as I nearly dropped my coffee mug with the inevitable split-second effect of cataplexy. “Funny as shit!” I…

BE. HERE. NOW.

BE. HERE. NOW.

The least intelligent among us nurse a blind faith- in Christ, Krishna, crystals, angels, The Secret, or whatever empty carb belief system satisfies their craving. Then there are those whose own reason takes hold, investigating into the nature of things, only to discover the shortcomings of rationality and science, eventually finding themselves unwittingly clinging to…

Ambulando

Ambulando

One of my first restaurant jobs in LA paid off in spades with musical material. At the time, I was living with my bass player Zee, his sister, and our two big dogs in a rinky dink 2 bedroom ghetto apartment in Culver City. Zee’s big hearted generosity paralleled the thunder of his bass chops,…

Middle See

Middle See

Middle C. Middle Sea. Middle See. Middlecy. C-subscript-4. “Your eyes at middle C; you hold the score.” That had been the download, way back in the day when I was still getting used to the idea that downloads happened. Mind you, this was before I had a computer and “download” was actually a word in…

Rooster

Rooster

1. early morning kettle does nothing to wake the rooster black coffee will not keep the world at bay the things one discovers at 4 a.m. with nary a bird chirping and no glint of light yet wrapping round horizons you cannot beat autumn to the punch she has you thick in her midst, in…

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