when you can see the change, when you can watch time passing.

There are moments, deep in memory 

where dreams are born and your heart is shaped, crafted, sculpted and painted with experience.

The television set in the living room of my home, my first home, where I grew up, where my memories still live, alive with flickering blue and white against a green background, mixing with the glow of Christmas tree lights and advent candles on a winter's night in 1969, and my father and I on our knees as if in prayer watching a futile attempt to go ahead on a two point conversion only to find redemption and a second chance from the twelfth player on the field that lead to an improvised frantic finish that won the game and forever my heart.

There are moments, rare

when time stands still, when a passing spirit pauses

and you can wave good bye

and say thank you one more time.

http://kevinslick.blogspot.com/2011/09/ten-years-after.html

It's not often we have the chance to be in the midst of such historical events and I've tried to think about and learn from what I saw, heard and felt that day and the days that followed.  I'm still learning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLcBN-J339Q

http://www.monsterbashnews.com/scrapbookNEW.html

If you scroll down to the most recent Bash - Summer 2011 you'll see plenty of photos from the film convention including many shots of my performance for Nosferatu.  There are a lot of great photos of the wonderful make-up job done by the folks at ReelMagik.  You'll also see photos of the Bash Boys where I joined my friends Dan, Bob and Steve for some good old rock and roll.

You can see some photos of the event including some wonderful pictures of me performing during Nosferatu in make up here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-HySm2mb_8

In a week I'll be off to Pittsburgh to watch some movies with friends at The Monster Bash International Film Conference.  I did the music for Charlie Chan in Transylvania which will premiere on Sunday.  I'll also be doing live music for the 1922 classic Nosferatu.  I did a score for this film back in 2001 and I've updated the music a bit.  Those who have been to the showings in the past know that I usually use some backing tracks to give the music a fuller sound live but this year I'll be doing it all live on classical guitar.  I've wanted to try out this tightrope walk for some time now, working without a net as it were.  I actually had thought about recording some backing tracks to use, but when I tried I found that both my DVD recorders were not working so I took that as a sign that this must be the year to go completely solo.

Plans are underway for a fall reunion of Random Draw and Smokin' Bananas including just about all the various incarnations of those bands.  Also appearing will be The Hipsters and some other bands of the 1980s from the State College music scene.  

sunlight crawls through the air

anyway it can,

knowing that winter will hide it’s glow for a season.

Sunlight sinks deep

and I believe I can see trees

pulling the warmth into their bark

and into their branches

as if

to hold it

remembering

all winter long.

I was in a bookstore when…

Godfly yo blingo

bo teddy fry not slabber

ah wet-lee go dingo

and bil-bee in tatters.

Cron tingle the soft spoon

elastic in spatters

see-bart doe fingers

ripen the singers

tee-blex that lingers

and harbor the goat

Tay-beeps!

Tay-beeps!

The shore is not swingle

apoot-vents go flavel

a donkey plays bingo

Ooh border gap nan-tooth

your wingle unhitching

my wandering snip nose

unfloundered while pitching

Yet gingles do platter

and rake the small tweed

not won-ton on butter

or the foot of Sam Snead

So stand fully bothered

and pink the green pine

For I have found a book finally

about the artist Franz Kline

Moment of Change

I’m always looking for the moment of change,

the moment when change begins. 

The crest of a wave, the edge of winter, the break of day. 

There is a powerful stillness on the edge, a powerful silence too. 

The moment of flight, hanging in the balance. 

There’s a moment before falling when you fly, when gravity forgets you. 

A powerful still moment, the moment of change.

This is when we slip inside time.

When we open time like a curtain and crawl inside,

in between seconds, in between time.

 There are words underneath your skin, breathing underneath your skin,

waiting for the moment and changing. 

Constantly changing. 

With each breath, the air changes around us. 

The sky becomes fuller, the air around us ripples and changes. 

This is the time for faith, when the balance tilts and change begins. 

Pure energy released and moving the world. 

But in that moment there is only silence and stillness.

Pure stillness,.

Pure silence, the power of the universe

waiting in the falling of a leaf.