Author Archives: Bob
Das lebendige
Tonight’s jam with my imaginary bandmates… Das lebendige by Isaac Dust
Neutral Milk Hotel – Home
I was surprised to learn recently that Jeff Mangum of Neutral Milk Hotel released a box set that includes a bunch of previously unreleased tunes (I don’t get out much). I’ve heard my share of bootlegs over the years, but … Continue reading
Waiting room
[A snippet from a writing project in gestation...] I’m surrounded by bald women with beards. One stares down at the floor, her eyes expressionless, her feet tapping out a distress signal in an indecipherable code. Another is absent-mindedly twisting the … Continue reading
Beautifuller things
Another day, another ode to the sun (and other stars…) Beautifuller things by Isaac Dust Close your eyes Think of nothing Shut your mouth Tell me something Lift me up High as the sun I’ll never come down Take your … Continue reading
Holding on
Yesterday’s ode… Holding on by Isaac Dust All I wished for has come true Now I’m waiting, for what, I don’t know Simple questions leave me paralized Hell if I know, but maybe… Put your hand in mine… Little brother, … Continue reading
Little one hang in there
There are songs that I come to again and again, that I never tire of, that I turn to when I need to tune up and tune in. Many of these songs were written by my friend Brian Hall, including … Continue reading
Imagination
I’m rereading Henry Miller’s The Rosy Crucifixion for the umpteenth time. Each time I come across the following passage, like I did tonight, my mind sparkles and I become wide awake, exalted. Thanks Henry, again. The prisoner is not the … Continue reading
Free refills
Prompt: A second cup of coffee Throughout my years in Carrboro, NC, I could be found – at first quite frequently and then later from time to time – reading, writing and ruminating at the Open Eye Café. It’s where … Continue reading
Dripping Springs
Prompt: The majesty of the Organ Mountains The biggest deal of 2011 has been without a doubt the move from North Carolina to New Mexico. We’re talking HUGE. I circled in a holding pattern for a good two years longer … Continue reading

