Hush

Popsicles, Icicles

Sweet, rasberry popsicle.
Icicle, stinging cold,electrically charged and rushing through my veins
In waves of ultrasound,ultraviolet, ultra cool magnetic forces imagined only by the speaker and the receiver of such unique news,
Fascinated by the tingling little dots dispersing throughout this Being on fire
Eminating strong, sweet, perfumed vibrations invented only for this moment
To shiver from the power of your persona, and suspend the intrigue from
memory,
Still shaking , barely breathing, quietly smiling, blood boiling, terribly trembling, desperately desiring
Your whisper in my ear once more.


OKAY

Okay, so I 'll stick it out...
Put a little more creativity, a little more caring into the Thing.
It's so much harder to find the thrill,
That sense of New,
Okay, so I'll invent it, go through the pain of digging in and out,
Again...
But I don't wanna'...And I think you should know that !
Of course you knew it before I did,
You're no Fun anymore...
Whaddaya' mean I was the one who stopped playing?
Well, I guess I was first, afterall.

Janie said she'd play. But, it won't be the same game.
That much is sure.
Of course I am playing Hide and Seek again.
It's always been my favorite game.
Hers too, that's what makes us dangerous...

Okay, Okay...then the green light is on for just a little longer
But, please don't bug me because I'm IT.

The River

Man, I think it's You...You're the Dealer,
The One holding the cards...
You're just as Stubborn as Ever before,
What a Tease, pretending I had anything to do with the Score.
The Game and the Players were Okay
It was just You and those damn Hearts ...
I should have gone to Beale Street, instead of Beacon.
That's where They put the cards in Stax.

Surrender

I wrote a cool song called "Surrender". I had Bonnie Raitt in mind, Robert Cray could Kill it too. The song is mid-tempo, and all about the Path to True Love.

"Every corner you turn is a dead-end,
The writings on the wall,
If you don't find yourself a true friend,
Then brother your gonna' fall "

Surrender, Surrender,
You know that you want to Surrender to My Love



Surrender the Pink
Surrender Your Weapon
Surrender to God
Surrender to Him
Surrender to Her
Surrender to Love

Did I refuse to Surrender? To Really Give It Up ? Was there a little something in reserve? For Me? Only for ME ? Did I kid myself and think any of this was MINE? I betcha' I did.

Givin' It Up for Your Love, Everything...
Giving It Up For Your Love Right Now,
Givin'It up for Your Love Everyday ...
Givin' It up for Your Love Somehow...

SURRENDER

All our lovin' is borrowed from Heaven,
We take it out on Time,
If you've lost interest lending,
I'll give you some of mine,
but, you must surrender, surrender,surrender
To my love.

So, it's really not unconditional...but it is , afterall, a small price to pay.

This song was an "Internet Hit"...and appears on my Konkord CD "Bettin' On You"...It was played in heavy rotation in Clarksdale,Mississippi...sold ten units...LOL but, I promise you, it's cool...Take a listen at http://www.artistlaunch.com/artist7.asp?artistid=5596

Midnight Special

It begins to tell, 'round Midnight , 'round Midnight ...
I do pretty well until after sundown...

They moved me from the beach today ...new class ... downtown Santa Monica come Wednesday...all schools with children needing guidance,needing so much...

I'm just a drop in the Ocean of Need...


The report is six months, and there should be airplay leading to sales, and shows...I'm looking for the energy to give the plans...

I once was Lost BUT Now I'm found / Was blind but Now I See...
See the dreams turning to sand, slipping through my fingers.
See the children becoming as cynical as the Adults...
See the Adults stop caring ...See Saw...Marjorie Daw...Jack shall have a
Bagel and Cream cheese with coffee and NON FAT milk please.

Midnight Special, Shine your Light On Me, Midnight Special.Shine Your Devil of a Light on Me...'cause I'm gonna' need it.
First Light, any Light...I'm gonna' need your help tonight ...Wish I may - wish I might - Sing the song I want Tonight.
Yeah,I never knew how great a kiss could feel...Still we stopped at the top of the Ferris Wheel...

And I am waiting for a Rebirth of Wonder...
Wonder Bread...Vitamins and Minerals.

Blame It On the Sun

Setember 15th, 2004

Where Is My Spirit ?
I'm nowhere near it.
It seems dear love has gone away
So, I'll blame it on the sun,
The sun that wouldn't shine,
I'll blame it on the stars and the moon,
I'll blame it on the Time that never was enough.
I'll blame it on the love that ended once too soon
I'll blame it on the two that never were to be.
But, my heart blames it on Me.

Words and Music

by Stevie Wonder and Syreeta Wright

"And I am waiting for a Rebirth of Wonder"

Lawrence Ferlingetti/ "Coney Island of the Mind"

Without that childlike sense of wonder, the world grows cold, old, devoid of beauty, power, and fascination. You can find Wonder in the Faces of children when they are introduced to to the powers of Mother Earth. Blessed are the Children rolling in the mud, building sandcastles, or splashing in water underneath the hot sun. Blessed are those big grins and their uncontrollable laughter. Blessed are their open hearts.

A Rebirth of Wonder would be nice. NICE...it would be Amazing...Miraculous.Spectacular.Astounding.Neccessary.

I am Falling Asleep and and I can feel it ...It's like I'm being buried alive...Don't Let the Sun Go down On Me, she prayed. All I need is a little reincarnation. Two please. Straight up - No chaser. oh, skip it. Make it a bucket of Coronas with limes...That oughtta' get it.

The asthma does make it harder to breathe. Somebody throw that bucket of ice on me,please ! NO, No...Drink the Coronas, damnit !!! Geez !

Okay ...here's a bright spot. People are discovering my music on the web...and downloading the best tunes...so, that is something.

Today I saw a t-shirt in a shop window. Across the front was written the word FAITH ...I almost bought it .

There's an aching in my head. From the bed I an't get used to . All the little things we never said - haunt the Life I lead without you.

Kin Vassy and Patti Sterling

All the Voices In My Head

Kept On ringing Like a Bell

by Britt Phillips/"Just Before We

Fell"

From the CD "Borrowed and Blue"

A sampler- NOT FOR SALE

The Blues singing of Patti Sterling

I stumble foward, awkwardly, clumsily,uncomfortably, wistfully, gratefully, sometimes cheerfully, and with a sense of conscience.

I'll choose that word "Grateful" for today.

After Midnight

It's late . After Midnight . I'm restless and I stepped on the cat in the dark. Poor thing...she was just guarding the door. Her name is Midnight . We call her Midi for short. Nothing to do with those terrible little computer files.

I'm wishing I were in a club singing "Round Midnight". What a beautiful song. What a beautiful thing to do . I've been blessed to sing my way through life. I wish there were more gigs. They are fewer and farther between.Perhaps the record (excuse me -the "CD") will help. We will see.
Patsy Cline walked After Midnight, Eric Clapton let it all hang out and shook a tambourine After Midnight. Me ? I step on a kitty.LOL

There is no perfect time of day for recording thoughts, prayers, poetry, or music. Well...recording music should always be done after twelve noon.Otherwise, you are recording advertisments. That's pretty much the truth. I wish I were singing "East of Midnight" ...just the way we did it for the album - only using the upright bass - bowed - with Harvey Newmark playing. LIVE of course. I have a real hankering to hear myself
through a good system in a good club ...what was the name of that club? Oh yeah, Spazio...I need to check it out . The world needs to hear that beautiful song that Patrick Hazell created.

"East of Midnight...that's when, my love ...I'll be there for you , my friend. In the borders of the Nightime ...Just before the morning birds come alive"
Words and Music by Patrick Hazell

What a beautiful space to inhabit...East of Midnight ...so peaceful...so quiet...like to go there again. Let's find a way to turn those lights out.



In the borders of the Nightime...a beautiful place to live. I was a lucky one.I got to spend most of my days at Night.

You know, the Nightime is the right time to be with the One you love. And, the Nightlife ain't no good life, BUT it's my life. I Wish.

2 Steps From the Blues. . .

The CD is supposed to have debuted in the great city of Greenwood, Ms. last weekend.

Saturday, 9/11/04

I just talked to Casper, and he promises he IS playing the cut..."Love Is So Good When Your Stealin' It"...He sounded glad to hear from me...maybe he IS playing it. The author, James Lewis, is ill ...somewhere in the deep south. Tyrone Davis is suffering a massive heart attack in Chicago, Ronald Isley is down somewhere in the midwest - Ronald is to receive a visit from the Queen of Soul, none other than Aretha Franklin this week. If anyone derserves a Royal visit - it's Ronald Isley from the Isley Bros....
"FIGHT THE POWER", my brother.

Of course, I never expected it to be easy...I just never thought it would be so hard. Then, I am the self-appointed Messenger ...Interpreter of great Soul Music in the great tradition of Soul artists. Where Belief is King and Aretha is Queen, and the "Hits Just keep On Happening".

I had no idea I would start a personal journal on this date...Three Years Ago Today...a call from my sister-in-law- from New York to say she was OK ...we had yet to "see" the news. A show the night before...frighting, these events, and probably inevitable. You gotta' "Fight the Power that Be"...from Everywhere it seems. "What the World Needs Now" is no so much Love, but Soul...I believe. Only fitting my personal journal begins on this date. Still Fighting. Still fighting to Believe.