ART

I'm surrounded by art. Friday I went to an opening of my dear friends, Hugh and Mati in the Mission. It was totally happening! I saw tons of friends and best of all, a lot of wonderful new and older work by H and M. It was great to see how excited everybody was to be there with them...and the red dots were landing all over the place. Pam and Alicia quickly laid claim to a beautiful Mati original. (Not pictured because I can't find a copy of it on the internet.

You can see their work at www.matirose.com and www.hughillustration.com. They're getting married in a couple of months, too.


My mom just had her big art show in Salt Lake City - it's an annual event in her garden that hosts a couple of thousand visitors over three days. I wish I could have been there. In addition to exhibiting a lot of new art, her own and that of four other artists, she was celebrating the release of her new book, "My Kitchen Table", out on University of Utah Press.

You can get it online - amazon.com as well as other places. Her website is www.pilarpobil.com.
It's a collection of her paintings as well as stories from her life in Spain. As many of you know, I've been working on a collection of songs inspired by the Mediterranean and my Spanish Heritage...much of my inspiration coming from the stories I heard growing up.

Sorry I've been absent for a while - I've been trying to keep the myspace blog happening a bit - (you know, trying to keep Blame Sally in the news), and writing lots of new songs.

Here's one:

Maps (name inspired by a brilliant CD compiler and map-maker I know)

Numbers and surveys, guides and how-to’s
These navigations, they don’t ring true
I come from ages of stone and sea
Like ink on parchment, written on me

I know I’d see it if I’d just look
I don’t need programs, I don’t need books
What can they tell me? What can they know?
I am contained here, I’m on my own

And this cold desire, the ways that I’ve been lost
And this ring of fire, the place that I must cross

Just to become
Just to become
Just to become

Before I got here, before I learned
Before the lessons when truth got burned
I came from ages of stone and sea
Like ink on parchment, written on me

And this cold desire, the ways that I’ve been lost
And this ring of fire, the place that I must cross

Just to become
Just to become
Just to become