June 15, 1994:

Thirty years ago today

            On Wednesday I got a message on my machine from Michelle asking me out for a drink. That night I went to the Fat Albert’s open stage and performed my song “Body Like a Bell”: 

(Let the night-wind ring your body like a bell) 

I’m shattered ‘cause I live in different times at once 

(Let the night-wind ring your body like a bell) 

My heart it fuels the engine of the past when it pumps 

(Let the night-wind ring your body like a bell) 

While my penis takes a hammer to the future’s dam 

(Let the night-wind ring your body like a bell) 

till it can ride upon the shockwaves of a woman again

(Let the night-wind ring your body like a bell) 

(Let the moonlight move your spirit like a sail) 

Riding shotgun on her body till its rabid horse 

(Let the moonlight move your spirit like a sail) 

pulls her burning wagon down the chasm of lust 

(Let the moonlight move your spirit like a sail) 

Silver miners leave my penis with the motherlode

(Let the moonlight move your spirit like a sail) 

and then I add my groaning drumroll to her musical moans 

(Let the moonlight move your spirit like a sail) 

(Let the raindrops play your skin just like a drum) 

The body is the hub of our eternity 

(Let the raindrops play your skin just like a drum) 

The soul is not the place where it plays hide and seek 

(Let the raindrops play your skin just like a drum) 

Our thoughts are just the river of our dreams in flood 

(Let the raindrops play your skin just like a drum) 

Its the skin and not the heart that’s our receptacle of love 

(Let the raindrops play your skin just like a drum) 

(Let the moonlight move your spirit like a sail) 

(Let the night wind ring your body like a bell)