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TIME by Gilmore, Mason, Waters and Wright 



Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

IMAGINE A PUDDLE 

“Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in -- an interesting hole I find myself in -- fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it...so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise.” ~Douglas Adams

FIRE CITY 



I had a wonderful time this week in Los Angeles—recording, visiting with friends and enjoying the rainy weather along the coast.

FIRE CITY, the supernatural thriller created by Brian Lubocki & Michael Hayes, is awesome!

I'm sworn to secrecy about the specific actors and certain details, but what I *can* say is this: from concept to script to cast and crew, they're making all the right decisions.

One of those great decisions was selecting the talented film composer Ryan Leach, whose moody and inventive score serves the FIRE CITY narrative beautifully. He pairs ethereal string voicings with menacingly low pedal tones to create a dark aural atmosphere. And at the heart of the work is a series of hauntingly plaintive flugelhorn themes that grow gradually more insistent as rhythmic figures emerge in the orchestration. The effect is hypnotic! Check it out here.

Heartfelt thanks to Mike and Brian for inviting me to play a small part in a big, very cool project. Thanks to you both, and to Pamela and the girls, too for the hospitality. It was a great hang.

~DM

FireCity on Facebook:
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Future website:
http://www.firecity.com/

BAPTISM 



Why did he love storms, what was the meaning of his excitement when the door sprang open and the rain wind fled rudely up the stairs, why had the simple task, of shutting the windows of an old house seemed fitting and urgent, why did the first watery notes of a storm wind have for him the unmistakable sound of good news, cheer, glad tidings?
~John Cheever, "The Swimmer"

MONSOON SEASON C'EST ARRIVE ! 

"According to 'Good Morning, Arizona,' the monsoon season officially begins tomorrow. What is monsoon season? It's when the tropical rains arrive, bringing welcome relief from the desert heat.

Here in the Sonoran Desert, we call these thunderstorms “monsoons”...a misnomer, since the term refers "to a seasonal shift in wind direction." But that simple definition doesn't do justice to the spectacle of Arizona’s summer monsoon season.

Every year, sometime between mid-June and mid-July, the prevailing winds, which come from the west most of the year, change direction and flow from the south and southeast. This seasonal shift of winds brings tropical moisture from the Sea of Cortez and the Gulf of Mexico into Arizona.

When this moist tropical air collides with the desert heat, monsoon thunderstorms--one of the most spectacular and thrilling of nature’s displays--are born.

We desert dwellers yearn for the crack of thunder, the brilliant flashes of lightning and the deafening downpour of rain that cools the sweltering desert heat and makes the creosote bushes release their aromatic, herbal fragrance...if only for a few hours.

And when a monsoon moves in, temperatures may drop from 105°F to 60°F in a matter of minutes.

I can't wait."

~D.M.