Friday, November 18, 2011

handbill #3



                                                                                         photo by number 5

video

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

there's weeds in the corners


"...at the time when i wrote this i certainly didn't like it...but it had to be rushed and had to be finished before the album...it's short. i like it that way."

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Sunday, September 25, 2011

the Tippler



yeah...
when I see in your eyes
they're as deep as a well
but you've given to silence
so you'll never tell on me
you'll never say how I wrecked the whole world
as we hurl through the clutter and haze
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we come down so fast
that we land somewhere below the ground
yeah...yeah...mmmyeah...hhyeah
and I raise up my glass
I'm consumed in the altitude
given to saying things that I shouldn't be
saying at all
with my head full of bees
I'm saying whatever I please
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we fly...fly 'til the dawn
yeah we come down so fast
that we land somewhere below the ground
yeah...



copyright j.luhn2011

Monday, September 19, 2011

monday evening post

When I was younger, I was happy to get away even when I flew next to death...now, I'm older.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

August twenty


Standing at the Bottom

there's a man in the park
at the edge of the world
where the darkness falls
from the air

he's shakin' off the stars
he answers to no one
he's building a tower
without stairs

while I'm standin' here on the bottom...

there's a girl in the shadow
the one I used to follow
she tugging my Salvation Army clothes

she said I was the only
but I know we're only liars
but she's beggin' for me not to go

while I'm standing here at the bottom...

copyright2011j.luhn

Sunday, August 14, 2011

while they wash their hands


we tumble down 
our fur is sold
the children never sleep
we never close
no one knows
why the moonshine never gets above the fence line
and the floodlights point to signs

on the ground
all our shoes are old
seclusion can't be found
and instruction comes in sound waves
and we tear each other
underneath the cover of the judges

we've all gone insane
while they wash their hands
with water that is clean
show me now
show me how this could be your dream

from crystal bowls
they drink your wine
they spill it on the floor
they're coming back for more
and some will drown
and some will take you back
to the cage you're always crying for

yep

we've all gone insane
while they wash their hands
with water that is clean
show me now
show me how this could be your dream



copyright 2011 jamie luhn

Saturday, August 13, 2011

umm...

When I was young I didn't understand why I had to pay that thirty-five dollar fine. Now that I'm old, I apologize for having peed on the side of your house.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

a short interview from HACKSAWS AND THE SLAWDOG magazine

   Sometimes the rain came through the seams in the roof and dripped on the floor. He sat on a metal stool and burned a loose thread off his jeans with a match. The lights were dim on the set of Slackjaw Radio and it smelled like a beer joint. It smelled like our Darlin Slackjaw.

Starbelly Sneetch: So, what's your story...I mean, why are you hunkered down in the woods? Two years ago you played pretend in Hollywood and now you're hiding out in a shed in the middle of nowhere in particular.

Darlin Slackjaw: Well yeah. I don't get out much. I don't want to. I don't want to subject myself to things like shoppers on speaker phone, brats, chinese plastic, decaf, mexican tomatoes, cockroaches, other people's stinkbugs, smart cars, sports bars, sports, snot-nosed artists, fake art, snot-nosed art, and any other bullshit that isn't mine.

Starbelly: That's quite a list. You didn't leave anything out?

Darlin: umm...yeah...vinyl siding, corvettes, hair extensions, butt cracks, jive-talkin', hip-hoppers, hipsters, and your mom.

Starbelly: You say you don't want to subject yourself to people?

Darlin: ...the mob...the mass...the speedwalkers...I think I paraphrase Charles Bukowski when I say, "...it's not that I don't like people, it's just that I like them better when they're not around."

Starbelly: But you have a facebook page?

Darlin: Well, yeah. I do. When I opened my account I thought we would all sit around and talk about art and politics and the joy of seeing the misery of others...man, was I stupid...oh, by the way, today I cut the grass, I'm eating an egg sandwich, the kids did stuff, GO TEAM!, and I'm defriending you.

   Darlin Slackjaw leaned over and picked-up his guitar. He picked -off a round of chords before he kindly asked for my departure...Yeah, that Darlin Slackjaw's going to grow up to be a fine young gentleman someday.

Monday, July 25, 2011

cicadas make me cry

This night I thought it would be me and the cicadas until a couple of teenagers straggled into the top of the shed..."you didn't know cicadas make me cry. summertime is going by so fast."

Monday, July 11, 2011

i remain

I wrote this song in '94 after the surreal and fatal unravelling of my dad...the song found it's home with Juniper Tree...here are a few versions.
...here is a "live" version recorded from the mixing board.   Which basically means that the sound levels are completely out of whack...but you can still get the idea.
                              
...and here is a version we recorded in a barn...Chad Keener,  our bass player, put together this tribute for our drummer who we lost in October... this song has been around.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

room 63




In the late 90's I wrote this song and performed it with
Juniper Tree.  It certainly has taken on a different feeling
without the band but it is what it is.

The night this was recorded,  I had to remove my white shirt for
the STINKBUGS were divebombing me.  After that, only
one made a solid landing.