Ya got me once again Hal. Being born in the Pacific NW (Tacoma), I was always accustomed to the drizzle and soggy landscapes. I remember once going down to the high desert to see how I liked it. There might have been a young lady on my mind. But the arid climate seemed as if it was someone speaking a slightly different language to me. I never quite understood it as beautiful as it all was and is. Your longing for the desert while being on a houseboat on the Multnomah rings familiar. Beautiful work you've done there in Oregon.
Absolutely beautiful Hal. I see what you see, and somehow this fosters hope. I too grew up in high desert country and yet ended up here in this floating community. Otters on the walkway, beavers beneath the houses, sea lion and Mergansers fishing side by side off our decks. So happy you joined us here!
I found myself getting choked up as a read this Cannon blast...um, Cannon Boost - but it DID blast me with melancholy as I read and listened to your harmonium, thought about living things being displaced and heard about birthrights being sold to the highest bidder. I love that you and Teresa support each other in your projects and quests. I'm glad that some part of Utah is your soul place.
Very beautiful and sad.
Thank you for sharing your story about how you ended up in rainy Portland.
It has been unseasonably sunny this winter which helps cheer everyone up.
Gorgeous (if melancholy) song, great performance. From the heart, one can tell...
Ya got me once again Hal. Being born in the Pacific NW (Tacoma), I was always accustomed to the drizzle and soggy landscapes. I remember once going down to the high desert to see how I liked it. There might have been a young lady on my mind. But the arid climate seemed as if it was someone speaking a slightly different language to me. I never quite understood it as beautiful as it all was and is. Your longing for the desert while being on a houseboat on the Multnomah rings familiar. Beautiful work you've done there in Oregon.
Absolutely beautiful Hal. I see what you see, and somehow this fosters hope. I too grew up in high desert country and yet ended up here in this floating community. Otters on the walkway, beavers beneath the houses, sea lion and Mergansers fishing side by side off our decks. So happy you joined us here!
I found myself getting choked up as a read this Cannon blast...um, Cannon Boost - but it DID blast me with melancholy as I read and listened to your harmonium, thought about living things being displaced and heard about birthrights being sold to the highest bidder. I love that you and Teresa support each other in your projects and quests. I'm glad that some part of Utah is your soul place.
Hal, I believe this is my favorite one of all. Thanks for posting it.
Yep. The exile of home. This is one of your most gripping songs. Your voice tells the story, even without the words.
Yup