Morning #collage (1-20-26)

2016 vs now

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Two weeks away… Pink Guitar EP #newmusic #comingsoon

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Here’s some functional art I did; hand cut, carved and painted #Telecaster pickguards. All based on modern 8 hole template. 1. Maple with worm holes for extra character finished with Tru Oil. 2. Pre Civil War Heart Pine, Tru Oil 3. Pre Civil War Heart Pine, Tru Oil

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Soundtrack to my working day. Happy Birthday to them both. While both influential, these men could not have been more different, and these albums reflect that.

The first of three EPs for the year arrives on the 30th. This solo collection, Pink Guitar, is a bluesy affair inspired by the pink sparkle marriage of a guitar and a drum presided over by a skeleton in a balloon swing. #newmusic #ComingSoon

Nighttime #vinyl listening, Aquarian Blood

Morning #collage (1-5-26)

Lots of new music coming this year. #indiemusic

Take care of yourselfp Until something happens And it will Snow on the rock Resting champagne We pass through the arch Shedding tears like leaves

Billy the crow Crystal gun drawn The moment’s indecent And exactly What was paid for And what was deserved Servants served Wild at core Accordion sea On dollar ascent Jet lagged till dawn And ready to go #abstractart #poetry

Blue lit driveway Liminal space Hidden In an early subdivision That tastes Of Orange Juice And Protestant creed Woven between Heaven and truce That pastes Headlines over incisions But didn’t Save face In light of the change

Morning #collage (1-1-26)

The #moon out tonight.

Cassowary makes the Kessel Run in under 12 parsecs.

Don’t stop in staccato The barn is open Scorpion compass Points South The river flows west And no one plans on leaving A single heart grieving Center of the chest To the mouth Scorpion compass Bares hope in The breath’s legato

Like most who invent He became gravel On the road Schools were named The syllables of stars That never shined On his particular patch Of sweet green Earth Yet masqueraded ideas

Worry is a heart On fire at 3am Up on dancer’s toes As the time lapse Lenses collect The wrong info On the wrong soul And it breaks the iris To run away

Happy Holidays! tilwillis.bandcamp.com/album/snow-f...

Cool new video to go with a beautiful classic. youtu.be/P0d_P11B6Tg?...

The moon is a sliver out there.

Tosca was a tramp People paid to hear sing Soapy melodies By kerosene lamps And neon mist Like it was always Friday The tenor always slightly sour Spirographed cowards At home and play Trying to resist The lull of the vamp And jingle of keys That don’t open anything This close to camp

Nighttime #vinyl listening, Charlie Gabriel. I picked this up at #PreservationHall last week. Great album by the 93 yr old musician.

TW&EC tilwillis.bandcamp.com/album/glass-...

#abstractart #poetry

A song for Saturday tilwillis.bandcamp.com/track/paper-...

Scenes from our day in #NewOrleans

A little B-Side action today. tilwillis.bandcamp.com/track/erosion

Random hotel bits

Distraction stayed Informed misinformation Sang proud As the house sank In rich dark mud While visions one-two A folk dance No one could pronounce But it was a knockout

Fun time playing the #LansingCorrectionalFacillity tonight. Always rewarding.