Best day ever.. Hanging with my fiend butchwalker@ @johnnydarepic and Todd.. Some days are perfect
This is the road. The most beautiful Autumn day in the countryside of Kansas and Missouri. Thanks to a hookup by our good friend, Traci Wilde of Nashville radio station Lightning100, I was able to commandeer a killer Exile custom bobber (I had one of these bikes back a few years ago that I lost in a fire. Missed it) belonging to my brother from another motor @johnnydarepic (@johnnydare on Twitter). We all rode our butts off today, and took in the transition of the leaves and random speakeasy pubs in the middle of nowhere. Thanks again, Johnny, for the hospitality. #brotherfromanothermotor
@frankturner and I decided to get weird at the Frightened Rabbit’s show.
Most importantly, this woman. When Todd and I went to the Harley museum today to get the tour (thanks to my pal Jeff Wick at HD), I was greeted by this lady, Kim. She said, “I know who you are. And you might know me..” Turns out, she is the mother of a girl named Zepelin, who was one of my biggest and only fans way back in the 90’s when my old band The Floyds would tour America 200 days a year (in a beat up van). She would come to our shows any time we played up here in the area, and bring her mom (Kim). We were poor and scraping by as a band and would stay and sleep wherever we could find shelter from the van. Thy cooked for us, let us all crash at their house, and made us feel welcome and family. I hadn’t seen or heard of/from them for many many years, so imagine my surprise when she walks up to be our tour guide (she’s an archivist at Harley Davidson). This world is beautiful and I’m grateful that I have loved and lived a life of touring, exploring, broadening my mind and my horizons by turning strangers into friends, new towns into recurring show stops, and mostly, embracing the weird. This is all I could ask for in life. To never get bored with it and constantly be inspired and reminded of how cool traveling through life is.
|—||~ Theodor Reik~|
I’m thinking today is a day for new beginnings. Coming to terms with the past and living for the future. Letting go of then, and holding onto now. I’m really really proud of this one. Spent a year writing it. And 4 days recording it (exactly one year after the passing of my Father, Big Butch). My buddy Ryan Adams produced it at his Pax Am studios and we had some of our buddies come lend some vocal and instrumental love as well (Johnny Depp, Mike Viola, Bob Mould, and others). All live. All to an old tape machine. No computers. No fixes. Just music. I think I like this one a lot.
Here’s to coming to terms with your ghosts, taking what scares you the most.. And turning it into something real. So I’m welcoming to the world, a new album called Afraid of Ghosts….
1. Afraid Of Ghosts
2. I Love You
3. Chrissie Hynde
4. Still Drunk
5. How Are Things, Love
6. Bed On Fire
8. Autumn Leaves
9. Father’s Day
10. The Dark
Afraid of Ghosts comes out on February 3rd on Dangerbird Records in the US and Lojinx in the UK/Europe. More songs will be released periodically (so you don’t have to wait until February for it all), and I’ll also be playing a handful of these songs out on the Ryan dates.
For now, you can pre-order the album on iTunes for $7.99 and get an instant download of “Chrissie Hynde.” UK/Euro iTunes pre-order will be available tomorrow.
To quote BW from his last EP.. ” I’ve been waiting for this..
"The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now"
My dads birthday was yesterday and his favorite season is upon us. Halloween!
Yes, it’s a “season”~ an entire month of us planning when to go to haunted houses and what costumes we would wear and even how he would go about scaring the Bejeezus out of the neighbor kids!
We were the only house on the block that had a mini haunted house you walked through with stations of terror..
We also lived next door to a funeral home. ( at one point we built a house across from the cemetery but didn’t move in) ..Dad would set up a haunted house for the kids at the church in the basement. He and mom would dress up & go to great lengths to really make Halloween fun.
Later when it became obvious that I was not giving them a grandchild ( bad Traci ) they had moved to some acreage -10 to be exact, but it never got the amount of trick or treaters that made buying a small bag of candy necessary. So Dad would pack up ALL his Halloween decorations and bring them to our house and make a huge pot of chili while mom would enjoy handing out candy and seeing the kids in their costumes! ( dad was usually on a hidden microphone talking like Boris Karloff and scaring the kids because he’s the biggest kid of all lol
Yes this time of year makes me think that when I go home for a visit.. Dad and I , even though I’m almost 50, will go to a few haunted houses together.
It’s a tradition, and I’m a big kid at heart, and truthfully, those moments are the ones that I carry with me..
..hah, I hadn’t planned on writing anything about my dad, or me, or Halloween really. I was actually just writing some ideas down, for a project that is in my head. Dickens said “An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to before it will explain itself”
Ghost, made me think Dad, and his birthday yesterday , & then I was off to the races.. ” oh look a pony”!
.. It’s so true, my mind goes , & goes & goes, to the front and back in time..
Maybe it’s why I’m writing more lately,
Maybe there are ghosts I’m trying to make peace with. I have been working on my first attempt at a song. ( which is scaring the hell out of me ) …Ralph Ellison said “The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike”
… Maybe this spooky season will cast a spell on me and a spirit will whisper to me the magic answer