AMERICAN PASTORAL

The Brothers Gillespie Album

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

Chapters

Still Life

A still life is a painting, one which captures a moment in time with all shades of light and dark. I like to think that this song represents much of what my life was like in 2019.

Mariposa

There’s a lot of pain in interpersonal relationships, and it’s never equal. At our cores we are very social creatures, and because of that we’re willing to endure a certain amount of pain to fulfill a primal need.

Not another love song

Boy meets girl. You can fill in the rest. Tale as old as time. How many books are there about star crossed lovers willing to do anything for one another? How many movies are there about unrequited love?

So long sweet lime

Periodically I like to put on Johnny Thunder’s “You Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory”, a song title taken from a line in an episode of The Honeymooners.

Headlights

I can vividly remember sitting at the kitchen table when I was maybe 7 years old, two fork-fulls into some shrimp pasta, and breaking down crying, gripped by the thought of my inevitable death. Can you imagine that?