Having Kicked Fire

Last Friday was a great time.  The Boomerangs opened up with a first-rate acoustic folk set.  The did their own rendition of Blink 182's Adam's Song, which as ephemeral as it was, brought everyone in the audience back to middle school.  When they closed with Wagon Wheel, which is becoming somewhat of a Boomerang standard around campus, the whole Coop was singing along.  

After they finished up, I played a few songs from the new album.  

I was happy to hear my friends singing along to the songs they knew, but I was especially feeling it when everybody was singing the songs that they hadn't heart until that night.  The power of chorus is a force to be reckoned with.  When we got to the bridge of Wishful Thinking On Seagrass Shoal, I was completely taken aback by how melodious all your voices sounded.  I feel like we truly made the space vibrate.

Lehrman takes fantastic photos, doesn't she?

In Preparation

Hello, Internet...

It's been an exciting week.  I've really been feeling the love of my friends as they help me prepare for the album release this Friday night.  My valentine this year was silk-screening, and believe me when I tell you I've fallen in love.  It definitely won't be my last screening session.  Kaydee and I went to the Salvation Army and got a plethora of tees and sweatshirts.  Don't worry guys, I washed them... I even used fabric softener.  The kick-it cricket continues to manifest itself in all aspects of designing this show, and the tees are no exception.  You'll see them soon enough.   Just last night we printed out posters for the show and flyered the campus.  Hopefully they will turn some heads.  

I truly can not wait for this Friday night.  A few of my dear friends and family are coming up to the school to show their support.  Performing for you all has been the only thing on my mind.  For now, I'm going to head over to the coop, where WPSR is  having their weekly open mic coffee house.  It's always a good time.  Maybe I'll see you there.

Love always,

Adam

letskickfire

Shots

Martin laying sax on "Esmeralda."

The official artwork for the new album.

Esmeralda Lyrics

well, i tried to paint a picture but it didn't look a thing like you

i say, i tried to paint a picture but the watercolors ran on you

i put your eyes in your mouth 'cause your, your eyes say so much

so i start to drive to your house but the stereo left in my car just gave out

i could use a pair of speakers but i'll take a pair of sneakers

if there's no way out

if i'm gonna end up walking

i expect you meet me halfway

oh, you swore when you took off your clothes and jumped in the flood

oh, look love, where you signed it in blood

and oh, it's cool, esmeralda, it's fine, you're technically mine

darling, i thought you knew, only the best for you

you say you kicked it with the devil, well, the devil said he's never heard of you

("esmeralda, who?")

you sayin' you and him full throttle hit the bottom of the bottle

well who should i believe?

either way if im out drinking, i'm gonna bring an extra sleeve

so you plant a patch of posies but the soil didn't have you all that much

so you wait around an hour for the chance you see some flowers

oh i wish you luck

if you're hands are very dirty, maybe you buried them too deep

Dandelion Days Lyrics

co-written by richard edghill

we'll look back on our old ways

and call them "dandelion days"

but never, no, never go back

and we'll look back on easy times

and wish that there were dandelions

but in our hearts, you know we can't go back

a flower in a field so plain

says her name is magdalene

she doesn't mind all the change

well, that's just maggie acting strong

her yellow face is battle-born

she never, no, never looks back

well you cut her stem and break her class

put her in a bottle made of glass

fight me on this

if you love me you'll fight me on this

fight me on this

if you love me you'll fight me

love gets warm as loving gets

and you give up meat for cigarettes

and one taste ought to hook her

because it's sugar, yeah, pure sugar

she'll live her life in ginger brew

i wish that i could talk to you

well, a flower's just a flower

if only so an hour

magdalene it's alright to cry

(x1,000)

everything will be all right

Wanderlust Lyrics

close yours eyes

and visualize a place where we can run and hide

a shoebox diorama we can step inside, once it's dried

paper, glitter and glue.

open up

just like a thirsty flower, like you're all grown up

and turn the morning raindrops into nothing but,

your daily cup of love, love, love, love, love.

still, i feel i'm missing pages

love never dies it just changes.

girl, our love's dimensional, like the work of vince van gogh,

impasto and always unpredictable.

the unknown will be good to us

and please my wanderlust.

if you play my heart strings i'll be sure to burst into confetti and  

shower the morning with these rosy feelings i've for you.

close your eyes

and give the globe a spin.

see where your finger lies

and plan to leave at daybreak with these tattered maps from travelers  

past.

the road calls me,  does it call you?

wrap your scarf

and gather all the paperbacks we love and can

and pour our awful eyesight into every word on every page.

the world as we know it will change.

lover, come.

you can't hold out forever, like the morning sun.

the daybreak waits for no one.

well, either way, i leave today.

the road is wide enough,

and calls out to both of us.

let our wanderlust roam.