Author: Jon Mychal
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Oh I’m Sorry – Will You Please Buy My Album?
I know it’s been awhile, but hey – I’ve been busy in the studio making music… that’s what “they” pay me for, right? (For more info on “They”, kindly submit your query via email) In all fairness, and in response to several email inquiries, I have been writing… almost daily — just not on the…
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“Oldies”… but Goodies.
“I know! That’s like SO sad, right??” The inane reply to an ignorantly distasteful statement I overheard while standing in line waiting for a cup of coffee earlier today: “Wow, I couldn’t believe how many “oldies” were at the Sam Roberts show?!?”, and delivered with an air somewhere between disdain and disgust for her fellow…
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Pony Ride
Oops — I seem to have misplaced a bottle of red wine — she was a malbec varietal; organic… Argentina was the country of origin. If you see her, do tell her I’m still available… Yet the tone that peeled the grape is both contemporary in sound, as well as dated in scope… 17yrs…
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Room With a View
Room With a View Head back, eyes slowly opening… The plaster swirls float above timeless crown moulding like chunky clouds gently being ushered along by unseen breezes, or in a mirror effect, reach as whitecaps do, moved by silent tides: As above, so below… Polarized, yet equally reminiscent of the fallen leaves this autumn; fitting…
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Reflections from the ether
Reflections from the ether Under an orange light; a kick away from the suspension bridge — this is where the young and hopeful love-struck circle, looking for the perfect spot to park their passion. My companion — my friend — looks to the west, growling uncertainty at the carousel of lights which are disturbing the…