memories. I did the music first drums, Guitar, then the harmonica, then the synthesizer, I was having trouble thinking of words. Then a friend of mine called up to ask if I wanted to go see some live music but she said she was going to a adult children of alcoholics meeting. I always wanted to go to one of those so I should be going in a couple of hours and it made me think of some good lyrics too.


The memories you remember
are usually not the problem
it’s the ones you don’t remember
that turn into the goblin
The traumas of our past that we’ve stuffed so deeply down
I think perhaps they are a verb
and not so much a noun
it’s things we don’t remember
from birth to maybe seven
that set the grooves for our lifelong moves
through Hell or maybe heaven
it’s the memories you don’t remember
That knock you off center