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Around 4 o’clock today, we are going on parade. The route will be Armstrong to Glenwood, Glenwood to Broadway, and Broadway to The Black Market in Knoxville Market Square. Honk if you see us. Throw candy.
We haven’t notified the city, but Ashley, as the member of the force (a crossing guard for Bel Morris Elementary) will be ensuring safety. I am parade commander.
We are marching with paintings, like leafcutter ants, to this month’s exhibit at The Black Market. I’ll be carrying this one:
It’s five feet tall and four feet wide. So is this one:
And Ashley will carry it.
Then we’ll come back for smaller works and a guitar. The parade commander will be providing live entertainment for tonight’s opening.
I know there are people who would love to lend us a van or a truck. However, we insist on an art parade, in the spirit of April, sunshine, and pomp.
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(by Levon who is listening to silence)
Here at the No Room for Hipsters headquarters in our very own Mason Jar, Ashley and I are deep in the financial records and trying to make some sense out of what has happened. Multiple states, several addresses, nine accounts at five banks, earned income in other countries, working from home, a house that was rented half of the year; it’s not simple and we won’t be filling out an EZ form. It has required a week of unmentionable scrutiny to unsort the scramble.
The lesson: get organized and get serious. Journal entries, reports, and schedules that I didn’t start or didn’t maintain; why didn’t I? I was a finance guy, I knew this would happen. Here’s some truth: I wasn’t setting myself up to be in business, I was just wishing.
We are getting organized here at the headquarters today. There will be goal setting and conferencing. Songwriting by the spreadsheet. Let the winds of inspiration blow and ye shall catch them; and ye better know something about skippering.
I found a military file cabinet that we could both fit in and can’t lift. It’s sitting in the middle of the room like a monument to the future. The future of no more scrambling or wishing. We are aging hipsters and we have learned some things.
For Lent this year I’m keeping my sweets and coffee. I won’t be fasting meals or rising earlier. And my good deeds will be spontaneous if i do them. What is killing me is a lack of structure. I’m dust if I don’t get it figured out.
I need a season of adjustment. It sounds pleasant to say, very pensive, composed. It is speaking peace to the tempest of crashing scramble that my demons are capable of.
I adapt to structure. The more rigid, and the longer, the more erratic a revolt. Structure that gives flexibility I will gradually forget. Discipline is what I need, and that is never very interesting. My aunt was looking for a girdle the other day and it made me think,
“Now there is something that isn’t fun to wear, and isn’t fun not to wear, if the dress is too tight.”
There is a notion held by many that spontaneity is the guiding light of inspiration. Inspiration can come so unprovoked that its presence in the room is tangible. And if you waited for that to happen, to be knocked off your bicycle while holding a notebook under your elbow and a pencil behind your ear, somehow next to a charming park bench with a water fountain beside an oak tree, make sure you write legibly and try not to use everything in one work.
This Lent I am giving up all my artistic license to live like a slob.
“Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.”
I started out listening to Jay Z, the Blueprint III album. Maintaining a tough attitude is required to get this paint job accomplished and over with. For years we stumbled around ladders in the house and I refuse to relive that.
Jay Z reached its end at some point and I can’t recall exactly when. An Itunes shuffle can hold the fate of our human will in these unassuming moments. So what came next?
Ryan Adams, Gold. It was three songs in before I realized it. Songs from “Gold” could likely connect the dots of my twenties, if I tried. The music is in me and I don’t hear it anymore, adding to what it has played through already. Standing here, rolling my walls, I dazed back. Early drives to Ashley’s apartment, stretches of highway, cigarettes in my front pocket, the twin towers in a music video before they fell. I am 19 and 29.
One example. New York City, Ashley had gone back to Virginia for a couple weeks and I’d hit bottom. We were broke, in debt, and in trouble. I was bumming cigarettes or buying singles on Lenox Ave. With “La Cienega Just Smiled” on repeat, I took the subway from 135th in Harlem to Ludlow Guitars and then walked back home. Never stopped the song.
My feelings about those days and a lot more of them are spoken for by the higher acoustic guitar on the recording. It doesn’t get off the same chord for the entire song. And never once have I comprehended the words. I fight to stay in place with my mind, like I’m trying to pray. It’s an open F chord, capo 3, with the pinky adding the 9th, and it has the power to stop an afternoon in Manhattan. That pinky never moves for 4:43.
Funny today, it was around two years ago that we gave it a shot.
Ryan Adams, “I’ll always love you though, New York”
Jay Z, “Let’s hear it for New York”
Billy Joel, “I’m in a New York state of mind”
Elton John, “This Broadway’s got a lot of songs to sing and if I knew the word I might join in”
Jim Croce, “New York’s not my home”
Levon Walker, “The little man in the box says we can”
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Just wanted to show some progress to get a little affirmation. Ashley has already forgotten me. She wants shelves in her studio, screen doors, flooring, and the bathrooms painted too. I’m a week away from finished and this project is already last year.
We’re pretty excited about the Chinese New Year Party later tonight in the neighborhood, following a Shape Note Singing documentary some friends are showing.
Fifty degrees and Sunny in Knoxville.
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Gotta go now, can’t leave my wet edge.
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Here’s a video Ashley made with some footage so far. The song is off my last EP, I wrote in our VA beach motel during Hurricane Ida.
With the times on my side
I didn’t know me at the time
On my way to my way then
Needing somewhere that I’ve been
I’m not passing by or wasting time, or afraid to try
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