I’ve recorded this one twice: first on my December 1985 cassette, then as part of TFM. Wally got me into the habit of carrying a notebook with me everywhere, and throughout my first stay in Boston, I stuck to that habit diligently. I’ve since drifted away from it, but I still like to have something to write on handy wherever I am, just in case inspiration strikes. As for the artwork here, it comes from Unperformable Music, which I created while living in Cambridge. The notebook was featured in the group art show “Urban Journals” at Local Project in New York.
Current
listening: Duran Duran, Rio
The Notebook
© 1985 Brian
Hutzell
The notebook he
kept in his pocket
The secrets
confessed in its pages
The notebook he
kept on his person
The paper he
filled with his pain
The lyrics
composed with his pencil
The stories
composed for no people
The memories of
distant places
His life handed
down through a pen
Writing for no
one
What good does it
do?
Waiting for
someone
Who'll force him
to move
Writing his
notebook
With nothing in
mind
Wanting a reason
Where does the
time fly?
The notebook, the
notes he has taken
The naked truth
laid on the table
The neighborhood
time bomb is ticking
The neighborhood
lion unchained
The notebook
exists as a token
Of life he
endured through the trial
The notebook
reveals all his troubles
The failed
excursions he tried
Writing for no
one
What good does it
do?
Waiting for
someone
Who'll force him
to move
Writing his
notebook
With nothing in
mind
Wanting a reason
Where does the
time fly?
pages 8-9
from Unperformable
Music
Brian Hutzell
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