Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Snow started falling, / I could hear the angel calling / We rolled on the ground, he stretched out his wings. / The boy flew away and he started to sing. / He sang, “Break it up, oh, I don’t understand. / Break it up, I can’t comprehend. / Break it up, oh, I want to feel you. / Break it up, don’t look at me.
The sky was raging, the boy disappeared, / I fell on my knee / Atmosphere broke up, the boy reappeared. / I cried, “Take me please!”
Good Friday—yep, that’s where we’re at. Being what I call a “Schmohawk” (a smart mix of Jewish and spiritual Native American Indian) what the fuck do I know?” So, today is good. OK…I will try and make that happen. Why not? It’s spring break for the kids in Canyon, so I’ll give myself a break too.
I’ll tell you one thing, Patti Smith’s songwriting is better than good. She is a sub-fucking conscience and a spiritual poet. Reading her lyrics gets me thinking, why don’t we have artistry like this today? I’m gonna assume that we do, but I need to dig a bit deeper.
Hey, but I’m a “schmohawk,” what do I know?
Let’s go find some eggs in canyon…xo
The Idelic Hit of the Week: The National – Morning Dew
