our flacid chief
this morning i read an interview with Tim Burton and was struck by the quiet connection that i instantly felt with his words. there is something so timeless about his view of the world with its hinges slightly crooked and ajar. his dark and haunted people are infused with such fragility and light, that it calls forth the thin fabric of our own lives. i think of Jeff Buckley and his light, as i spend the week attempting to make sense of his songs for our upcoming show on monday. his presence still so amazingly enormous. what admiration i have for the radiance that came from his soul. and what an example of the thin tightrope upon which we all walk. Tom Robbins writes that it is the immeasurable thinness of this rope that gives life its snap and fizz. what would it be after all, if we knew where it was going?
so this morning i sit watching the birds arrive and leave from the tree outside my window. they don't like to be watched, so i must be clandestine in my voyeurism and divert my gaze. they never stay for long, but their speaking and the translucent rising and falling of their wings brings me such joy. i wonder if they have thoughts of me in here, and the movement of my arms. not likely. today i will be a bird. perhaps i will fly and deliver one of these to our flacid chief. and the world spins. sometimes, i think i can feel it moving.
Posted by jeff pitcher at November 12, 2003 09:28 AM
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Yes I experienced that same strange quiet connection also pitcher, amazing. But with me it was with one of the characters in one of Burtons movies, Batman. I've always felt I should be running around in black tights with a yellow belt. He too seems so fragile and timeless.
And deep. He is sooo deep. I bet that bat cave goes down forever.
pitcher your political views are based on emotion and nothing else. keep your knee jerk reactions to your self. You that would sacrifice nothing for liberty. In this you truly are despicable. You that has not known a single day of hard work. You that has not earned what he has.
You that nuzzles up to the teat of America and succles freely.
I know a secret of life and seeing how I am the most generous person visiting this site, I share it with all freely. The secret; Hard Work.
BWAh hah hah. John.
Posted by: John Rensing at November 12, 2003 06:17 PM
John Rensing:
You are boring. Please stop. Or pick a board that will agree with your nonsense. We have grown tired of you kicking sand in the playground. Tell your mom it's time to go home now. You're ruining it for the rest of us. I suppose you think it's all funny but from here it's just tedious and stupid.
Christian
Posted by: Christian Kiefer at November 12, 2003 07:57 PM
Tedious, yes. Stupid? You couldn't possibly mean me? I think some of what I type is spontaneous genius to say the least. And I just can't stand the thought of intellectual 2x4s patting each other on the back and giving virtual blowjobs to each other the way many on this site do. Nothing is free. I'll stop by every couple of months to check in and give crap. I'm going to be like a case of herpes, rearing its' ugly head when you least expect it. Does anyone actually read what pitcher types and think about it? At least he says, "not likely." Maybe I'm getting to him.
"And the gulls squawk the garbage heap"
Obnoxious John
Posted by: John Rensing at November 12, 2003 10:41 PM
Jeff,
If your band ever makes it up to Toronto, you'll have to let us know. I love Jeff Buckley and would love to see you guys perform his stuff.
Posted by: Amy at November 13, 2003 06:47 AM
As a fellow 'blogger', I'm always interested (curious?) as to what others may be writing/thinking/considering. I came across your blog quite by accident and still 'stop by' from time to time. Although it's been a while, I decided to stop by today...strange...
In the day, I knew Jeff's father, Tim and his first wife, Mary. Not intimately, but enough to say 'hey' and see nearly every show Time was part of on the East Coast and then later on the West Coast. Tim's broken fingers only allowed for the simplest of melodies (he never could barre a chord)...but with songs like "Morning Glory" (which I'm sure you've heard...at very least, the entire disk, 'Hello...Goodbye' is worth more than a mere listen) and "Pleasant Street", what could have been added? Sad to think his son would ironically follow in his father's footsteps.
Have a great gig, Jeff...I'm still here...lurkin' but not in an axe-murdery kinda way...just a reflection.
ME: NYC - Midtown...2003
Posted by: Falloutsis at November 13, 2003 11:15 AM
