It's about time

I just wanted to note that Seth and the Baker are still at work. I am spilling the beans that Seth is currently working on a 5 song project that will start a revolution.

Baker has continued writing and will be recording soon. He has around 4 new songs that are ready for recording. We shall begin dumping them here in the near future. Sorry to tease with not payoff, but be patient. I say this as if anyone still comes here.

We dropped the ball, but now we are about to score.

Friday-Recap The CG World

Although we try to post a little piece of creative writing on Friday, I thought that today would be a good day to recap the CG World.

As you know, we provide content for discussion. We love to write music, take photos, paint paintings, and write writings, all for you consumption (and ours). With that in mind, here are some highlights. Check them out.

The recent photo by Spring Weaver made me laugh when I saw it. The decision: walk me, says Rufus, or play that darned guitar in the background. I'm blue.

Oh, My Bride. What a nice tune (go download and listen). A musical response from Matt Brock to the previous post by Rusty, and resulting comments on A Refurbished Rendering. The Rendering got heated... we suggest revisiting both posts and continuing the work.

In the spirit of diversity, we've had Asian Pears and African Children running through (Obama Said What?!?).

We laughed at our first Cereal Poem, and hid under our desks when we found out that the Devil lived in the attic. And the Lodge Men? A good piece of work that deserves more work.

Not to mention collaborative efforts by Seth and Baker, Abortion Songs, and the Pied Piper Song.

Forward this post to your peeps who would be interested. And get to work...

Wednesday-Photo by Spring

If you don't like this, you ain't right. Although the members of CG did not take this photo, it says a lot about us, and this site. This photo was submitted by Spring Weaver, not to be confused with Dream Weaver. She has preovided a description below. Please pontificate in the comments section. Please visit Spring's site to check out her witticisms and other general goodness.And don't forget to keep working on Monday's musical post.

Pictured: Rufus Wainwright Weaver, 2 years old, lover of walks, bones, his stuffed tiger aptly named "tiger," doggie daycare, and modeling.

Photograph by: Spring Weaver, 25 years old, lover of Rufus Wainwright Weaver.

Monday Music-Oh My Bride

(click on the title to download song)

Sorry for the long break. We're back.

There was long discussion on this blog regarding the use of "the Bride" metaphor. The debate was too long to recap, but suffice it to say, there was general disagreement on the use of the metaphor. This got the Baker's wheels turning. Here is what he has to say (or sing) about it.

Please don't forget to comment.

Friday Film?

I (Seth) know that we normally post some creative piece of writing on Friday, but this week is the exception.  I have posted part 1 and part 2 of a video that was compiled by my dear friend Kyle.  I visited this farm in Mozambique this year.  Pardon me for the deviation from course, but it is still creative.

Please forward this link along and ask your friends to make a difference.  You may contact us at the email to the right if you want to know how to get involved.

Part 1-

 

Part 2-

LABOR DAY!

Why are you checking this site on Labor Day? Take a break! Go to the lake. We'll be back on Wednesday with a work of art.

Friday Writings-Lodge Men

Enjoy this poem by CG guest contributor Brad. Let's discuss...

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Lodge Men

The men descend the mountain early
Sun breathing light into the trees.
Backs bent, the angle of old age.

They leave the Lodge each morning,
medicated by nurses, shuffle down
dirt paths, roads of rock and clay.

The first paved road they come to
a highway; the men drift over the
white line. Their drug-heavy blood
called to by some new magnetic north.

Down the road, at the Dari-Delite,
they find unlocked cars. Diners leave
and find Lodge men in the passenger seat.
“Can you take me to Mulberry?” Lodge men ask.

Mulberry, down the road a few miles,
no one knows the names given to these men:
Scarfy, Captain America
More come and gone so fast names won’t stick.

One night, at the Dari-Delite, Scarfy
drags his feet down the road. Long red
scarves trailing down his pants leg, scraping
the highwayside debris. A friend dares
me to speak to him. “If he comes,” I say.

Scarfy trundles toward us. He stands at
The corner, eyes not on anything. “Hi,” I say.
For a moment, nothing. Then Scarfy
bends forward, arm and finger extended,
Lips parted. His laugh crackling the air.
That laugh still in my ear: feet scraping rock
and clay, men drifting up the hill with the dying light.

Monday Music-Piper

(click here to download song)

Today we drop a new song by Seth.

This song came in the car, while I was thinking about the old tale of the pied piper. An odd thought for a song? Sure. I happened to be reading John 6 at the time and found some similarities in the two stories.

Let's here your interpretation of this one in the comments. Feel free to let me know the good, the bad, and the ugly. I enjoy all comments.