this gravity,
she’s befallen me.
this gravity,
she’s calling me.
this gravity,
she pulls down on me.
presses the ground on me.
puts her lips close to me.
breathes hot ecstasy.
this gravity,
she’s calling me.
this gravity,
she’s befallen me.
Tommy G – Above the Blue Ridge
The music I most associate with North Carolina, my time living in the mountains and the Reunion comes from a musician known as Tommy G. I first heard Tommy on a dubbed cassette my Dad had. He played it often. The tracks shared below is a digitization from that very tape. Above the Blue Ridge.
My Dad, brother and I cherish this music. If I want to feel closer to them I press play. Every year my brother and I play the entire double album when we grill and bullshit about at the beach. The music is family music.
Many years after my first tape listen, I heard Tommy G live at the Reunion itself. An epic return. It’s the best show I’ve ever been too. The anticipation of the crowd. He was a local legend that hadn’t been heard from for some time. The songs elevated the moment. Tommy G and the band’s playing took it to the stratosphere. And I knew all the words as the crowd became one in the feel. The very best of the peace, love, music tradition that was started so long ago. And it’s still 50 years going. Thanks to the love and music of so many.
Two of my favorite Tommy G tracks:
More Songs on Reverbnation below.
Hatteras Light Show
tallest, brick by brick;
shadow waves crash
and the sea gets sick.
deadliest, ship by ship;
buried barrier bones the
shoal soul wrecker hid.
lighted, like candle wick;
blackout sky gets lit
— graveyard atlantic.
adrift
rescued —
from a mind adrift;
time an open rift.
the tether measured
in terms of consequence;
marked loneliness.
initiate shape shift,
no greater risk
than time in darkness.
reprise the uncertain,
slightly wise face lift;
feign to interest.
thoughtful witness,
opportune indifference.
subterranean mind gap
exhale,
step out
into tedium;
out steps out,
clans formed darwinian.
crowd source surge,
in one continuum;
crowd music blurred
by change drop idioms.
talking truth to people,
cavern talk walls
tiled into oblivion.
out flows flow,
people thawed
from obsidian;
step up steps up
into millennium.
mourning me
morning, mourning me,
trapped inside discrepancy;
once formed solidly,
now accustomed volatility.
this day’s gonna break —
exploring new paths to take;
light up the way,
castaway shaded charade.
wield warmth
inside cascading sun;
summoned to succumb,
forgiveness for everyone.
by the book
I’m open to being closed;
like a day lily that froze
underneath night’s repose.
I’m open to being closed;
like a hand that only knows
the clinched fist of knockout blows.
I’m open to being closed;
like a long sought out book
whose secrets remain to be known.
I’m open to being closed;
like a quiet monk that turns
meditations on poetry into prose.
I’m open to being closed;
like an investigation of the heart
whose case is open, shut… closed.
sunset haiku
have wherewithal —
we all fall for evenfall,
sunset addresses all.