April 3 - Island Garden Song

Tape hum, I have missed you. And the songs have moved on since you and I last broke bread. This is a small pastoral about disappearing. A simple idea that commits to its imagery rather than using it as disguise. It's a hymn to the pleasures of leaving, to the joys of the solitary, to the feeling not of being nowhere but of being not somewhere.

I have idle visions sometimes of what would happen if I was cut off from the world. I think the earliest version was "if you had to stay home with nothing to do and weren't allowed to leave until you had read every book in your house, how long would it take you?" I'm not by nature a book fetishist (being a librarian cured me of that) and it moved as an idea between idyll and curse. It would probably take longer than it would have ten years ago. But probably less time than I think it would take. Let's not find out.