We planted the vegetable garden today.

Yesterday we took a walk to Denny’s.

Our turtle in our bird bath:

Past the firn garden. Outstanding this year!

Fungi on tree:

Heidi led the way:

Mr. Grey took the rear:

Chickens. We receved some eggs today.

Mr. Rooster. We hear him every morning which reminds me of the Farm in Pennsylvania.

The Girls:

In the Barn:

Ears:

Faces:

Nose:

Denny's flower box on one of the barns:

Geese. A future meal.

On the way back home:

Past the Totem:

To Mill Pond:

And Heidi's pots:

Enlightenment is not an attainment; it is a realization. When you you wake up, everything changes and nothing changes. If a blind man realizes that he can see, has the world changed? - Dan Millman

Arriving at Studio Brown last night I again met Andy Reed, a songwriter from Bay City. I listened to what they had been working on. After listening to this very good work, I suggested that they take their atmospheric cue from The Girl From Ipanema.

We then got to work on She Loved the Circus. This mostly involved editing my vocals. You need to come to an understanding that vocal editing is now a way of life. No re-singing a line to get it right, now everything can be nudged to be more rhythmically correct or pushed to the correct note. We take great care in not being perfect. But no one leaves things as they are anymore.

The above recording is an example of imperfect perfection. The female singer, Astrud Gliberto, would now have her vocal tuned and rhythmically perfected – at least to some degree. No producer/mixer would be able to stop themselves. But it is this achingly imprecise delivery that is so wonderful; so beautiful. You fall in love.

From this morning on Mill Pond:

Heidi's hanging baskets:

Morning light:

Morning sky:

Scotch Pine:

More light:

The truth is at the bottom of a well. You look in a well, and you see the sun or the moon, but if you jump in, there’s no longer the sun or the moon; there’s the truth. – Leonardo Sciascia

Eddy Arnold died on May 8th. He is an importation character in my deep past. I listened to him sing (or heard my father sing his songs) in the womb. Make the World Go Away, one of my favorites written by Hank Cochran has a great chorus:

Make the world go away and get it off my shoulders
Say the things you used to say and make the world go away

It only has two verses; the chorus is sung three times and then you are out. It is perhaps these simple songs that have had the greatest influence on me, for good or bad.

Here is an older Eddy singing it.

At Wood Studios, Chris and I continued our work on When All The Love Is Gone.

Looking for me:

The snare set-up:

Purple guitar against his audio rack:

Some of his other guitars:

At work:

The crocuses have come and gone as spring brings forth its work and warmth.

It’s been a busy spring with concerts (Alan Holdsworth), spiritual leaders (Dali Lama), birds (Pt. Pelee), and recording. I am still behind in my production of my music release due to corrupt files that needed to be uncorrupted and then re written – the liner notes, so to speak.

There is still a struggle to bring this site around to a proper presence. Once started there is a lot of work to do.

We have three shows in June; just enough to keep our skills at a high level. I look forward to every performance with my friends and compatriots.

More importantly, we started to dig the vegetable garden today after making our purchase of tomatoes and such. Planting begins next week as per my upbringing.