Our House is on Fire

A musical response to this piece of art:
https://www.deviantart.com/hummbuzz/art/Our-House-is-on-Fire-827870854

Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof –
No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof
The stars keep shinin’ – Don’t mean no thing to me
The sky has folded up and said he’s gonna leave,    

Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof –
No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof
The four winds keep howlin’, tellin’ us the tale
Everyone’s deep pockets, everyone’s for sale

Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof –
No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof
Takin’ what we need, and then a whole lot more
Mother earth’s done waitin’, She’ll be settlin’ that score

THE SONG:

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2019 -Was Eclectic

It’s always an interesting exercise to review the work from the previous year. It’s sort of a snapshot of the previous 12 months and reveals how much effort was put into the craft.
As expected, my photographic output was “less than usual”. That happens when artistic efforts are divided among other mediums.
Still, 2019 was a year dedicated to returning to older habits that have suffered over the last four years. Most specifically, just getting out there to make photographs.

Here are some one-second snippets from last year:

O Winged Thing

An Ekphrasitc Poem by Richard Leach

O winged thing,
flight evolved four
separate times on earth.
Do we find in you the fifth?

O winged thing,
you move through the streets
and squares of the city.

O winged thing,
do you come hunting,
to silently seize
and bear away?

O winged thing,
do you come to shelter,
to hide us behind
your outspread wings?

O winged thing,
I would not be taken
and might welcome shelter.

O winged thing,
do you have a voice?

O winged thing,
should you pass by swiftly
I will say that the sudden wind we felt
was the breath of your passage.

©Richard Leach: https://www.deviantart.com/richardleach/art/O-Winged-Thing-812888397

Source photo by ©Hanan Kazma: https://www.deviantart.com/partiallyhere/art/winged-812797721

©Video creation by me.

Black Coffee

I was born in the city
Not too far away from here
People come to call me
There ain’t nobody here

Then you came a-knockin’
Done rattled on my door
And ever since that fateful day
You dropped me to the floor

If you ever think you’re gonna go
You just better let me know
‘Cause I hate drinkin’ my coffee black
Sittin’ here all alone

Baby you’re the sweetener
Baby you’re the cream
If you told me you were leavin’ now
You know I’d have to scream

Make me some of that coffee baby
Just make it any old way you  want
It’s alright with me
Make me some espresso, I don’t care

It’s all good to me!

Next week is our 38th wedding anniversary….so I wrote this for my baby.
Poor thing, she doesn’t drink much coffee any more….but every now and then, we sit over a long cup.
The song….(just a jam)