Recorded, filmed, mixed and produced by Ryland Bouchard and Lisa Vironda.
Recorded, filmed, mixed and produced by Ryland Bouchard and Lisa Vironda on August 16th at home. This is the third in a series of covers featuring songs that have been generally forgotten. This recording was inspired by the 1980 Utah Phillips song and recording.
Recorded, filmed, mixed and produced by Ryland Bouchard and Lisa Vironda on August 15th at home.
Recorded, filmed, mixed and produced by Ryland Bouchard and Lisa Vironda on August 13th at home.
Anacortes, WA
home: seedlings
home: mission chair
08/08/2008
Lisa,
So the large distance between us has rent our dialogue completely asunder, the very particles of our past correspondence now splayed out in the ether like an exploded Chinese satellite, shot down as a demonstration of increaing military might in the Far Easter time zones.
Well, it’s not military might, i think not, anway, that collapsed what we were saying…..what were we saying? Something about jeans ten sizes too big and paperclips and hot, concrete abodes, a plastic bag full of my tawdry leftovers, a morning edition of the indianapolis star and, what else, sprint my memory to the thought of….of….heathens from minneapolis and Amy Clay’s Dominican masseuse.
Oaxaca has been a heavenly highland, a cool culture of evening sweaters and easy afternoons in the church plaza, chatting with Jesus about women and liberty. Jesus wanted to learn french, of all things, so we do an exchange. Some chick named Urania (which is the feminine form of the word uranio, which means uranium) passed me her email yesterday, unsolicited. And it translated as viceanderoticism@gmail.com. Pretty weird, huh? Strange nuclear channels and reactive signals are coming to me. This is my last weekend; i might go into the mountains to see about certain traditional plants known only to the indigenous. Did you know that the hormones used in birth control came from a yam in these parts, but of course the pharmaceutical companies made a chemical version of it and patented it and stole oaxaca’s fame and fortunes.
Next week we’re driving to Texas for a brief assignation, then flying straight to philadelphia where all manners of drama are unfolding at this very moment. Life is a stage, right?
keep your belt tightened and your nose on the road because that rumble bar on the shoulder, however nice its symmetry and pattern, which lulls you like sweet soultrain or siren’s song, is one son of a bitch to roll onto.
Don’t keep it in your pants,
tim
denim
kitchen in the living room in the bedroom
grocery list
“Shadows bury me
Currents carry me
As if a sea,
they lift up.”
