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The Words I Cannot Write

June 29th, 2013 No comments

I want so much to spurt out this garbage from the middle of my belly.
I want to write what I feel but it’s not the right time.
It doesn’t feel right.

All the signals are wrong and I’m left beside myself, throwing my arms up in the air.

I was driving on the side roads, the back roads like I usually do and there was this little blue bird on the pavement of the highway that immediately took flight. I just shook my head, blew air through my nose and felt the water at the edge of my eyes.

Oh well…I’ll just keep driving.
I’ll end up somewhere.
And I listen to the engine and hear your voice.

And then I look at the treeline and keep going with a part of you with me,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, The Old Man Is Snoring

June 27th, 2013 No comments

Already workin’ on a new bit of material.
Kind of sounds like sweaty blues in slow motion.

Using some 2-finger power chords and then scaling back down with pinky and index with some ring hammer-on’s.
Then slide back down the fret board, drop down to the 4th and 3rd string instead of the 5th and 4th or 6th and 5th and then slowly work my way back up.

The pitter-patter is finally here.

Now I really feel it.
This was the one I needed,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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Riffin’ Away

June 27th, 2013 No comments

I was feelin’ like a little bad ass and the heat in this place is unbearable.
Sweltering.

The fans are on and it helps to cool.
I don’t know what it is about intense heat but it sends me into a frenetic rage.

How’s this for a riff?:

2nd string, 5th fret (E) – index finger.
1st string, 7th fret (B) – ringer finger.
2nd string, 8th fret (G) – middle finger.
2nd string, 7th fret (Gb) – index finger (add hammer-on back to G and pull off)
3rd string, 9th fret (E) – ring finger.
2nd string, 7th fret (Gb) – index finger.
2nd string, 7th fret (Gb) – index finger.
1st string, 10th fret (D) – pinky finger.
2nd string, 7th fret (Gb) – index finger.
2nd string, 10th fret (A) – pinky finger.
1st string, 7th fret (B) – index finger.
1st string, 10th fret (D) – pinky finger.
1st string, 7th fret (B) – index finger.
2nd string, 10 fret (A) – pinky finger.
2nd string, 8th fret (G) – middle finger.
3rd string, 9th fret (E) – ring finger.
2nd string, 12th fret (B) – ring finger.
1st string, 10th fret (D) – index finger.
1st string, 12th fret (E) – ring finger (with pull off back to D).

2nd string, 15th fret (D) – ring finger.
1st string, 12 fret (E) – index finger.
1st string, 15th fret (G) – pinky finger.
1st string, 12th fret (E) – index finger.

3rd string, 14th fret (A) – middle finger.
2nd string, 15th fret (D) – ring finger.
1st string, 12th fret (E) – index finger.
1st string, 15th fret (G) – ring finger (pull off back to E-note).

2nd string, 15th fret (D) – middle finger.
1st string, 17th fret (B) – ring finger.
1st string, 15th fret (A) – middle finger.
2nd string, 17th fret (E) – ring finger.
2nd string, 15th fret (D) – middle finger.
3rd string, 16th fret (B) – ring finger.
3rd string, 14th fret (A) – index finger (slide down to G on 3rd string without removing index finger off fret board and finish with):

Surprise:
4th string, 14th fret (E) – ring finger 🙂 And then back to the top with various variations of listening pleasure.

36 notes in all for this riff (9 bars of 4).

Try using a moderate paced bluesy tempo for the riff (somewhere between 80-100bpm should be fine).
It’s real to curl that pinky back and forth between the 1st and 2nd string (especially on the 10th fret and 15th fret). It’s like trying to perform a sophisticated dance.
Are you a sophist?

Let me know if you likey…

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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I Just Want To Wake Up Beside You

June 26th, 2013 No comments

Especially if your skin is milk.

What can I say. I’m a faithful Man. I always have been and always will be.
Pleasures, desires, whims, fantasies (I wrestle with all of it, constantly) and sometimes it drives me insane and I want to pull out the hair I have left (which is quite a bit, actually).

I only like to be with 1 Woman.
And this is a part of the reason as to why mourning is so hard for me.
My feelings run very deep and that’s the way I like to feel.

It’s good enough for me and the beliefs I have (my) are good enough for me,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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Yeah…I Know You Do

June 25th, 2013 No comments

And maybe that’s what’s best.

I just want this to be over.
Wait no…there’s lots of good reasons to live.
I’ve just got to figure out what they are and that would require me to do some serious deliberating.

I’m always in the mood to scorch stones beneath my feet.
Always in the mood to hear the sound of your voice.
You better say something cause I don’t have much to say at all.

I love to pick blueberries.
My grandmother and I used to go on a lot of walks together with a white strainer. We’d pick and collect them together.
She didn’t say very much as she picked hers. She was always focused on the task at hand and laughed at my silly jokes or quizzical musings.

I was just a young lad anyway and I’m sure she thought I was a little cheese-ball.
I always thought a big black bear was going to spring out of the bush unexpectedly and without warning.

Mark, where’s the shove-it’s?
Mar-r-r-k, my branches my poor branches.

We all have our own memories don’t we?,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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I Just Let Them Pour Over And Over Again.

June 25th, 2013 No comments

After the shockwaves are done…
And what I need to get done gets done…
I get to go to a place that is clouded with the mystery and darkness of loneliness.

Almost always so alone.
Find a place to park, close my eyes and breathe. Turn up the volume to the parts I like and I just let them pour, over and over again.

I lean my seat back and start choking.
Oh my God…those things are boiling and it just does not stop.

Thank you,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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Blue Rare

June 24th, 2013 No comments

4 minutes a side on High.
Charred on the outside and seared in the middle.
The closer you move to the inside the colder it gets (almost as cold as your Mother).
I’m gonna cook the bluest rare for her.

My my…didn’t you cook fast.
What was your hurry?

Was it my receding hairline?
Perhaps it was a problem in the boudoir?

I’m sure when we wake up in the morning again your Mother will cook the 2 different sized sausages again won’t she?

I won’t ever be cooking again.

Yummy and savory rice,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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Night Night Dada…

June 24th, 2013 No comments

Night night honey.
Night night…

Let me know if you need anything.
I’ll be right here.

I need some water Daddy.
Ok honey, I’ll get you some water.

Matthew

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I Just Bought Some Polish Beer…

June 24th, 2013 No comments

It was so tasty.
I only drink it after working for a long period of time (accompanied by excessive sweat).

Only 3 ingredients?
Fine with me!

The simpler the better eh?
The softer the sweeter the sound eh?

Do you know what my favorite word of the day is?

“Supple”

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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Monotony

June 24th, 2013 No comments

I embrace and accept monotony.
It nags at me.

Sometimes there is nothing like settling into some good hard work.
Heart pounding, even if the beat is irregular.
Perspiration.
Varied forms of breathing.
The rewards of it.

Stretch the lower back, feel the cracking and snap of tendons?

It’s Monday…
Not Monday!
Anything but this day.

I’m not punching the steering wheel the whole way,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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