at a payphone, making a call
waiting for the spirit to fall
FAll on me
Fall on we
Fall on all we do
I’ve gt a kerosine quarter aimed for you
here i am making a call
a call for order… what to do?
and…I
I’ve got a kerosene quarter
aimed at you
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I looked out my window one evening and saw a fantastic northeastern red twilight, blazing red colors across the skyline.
A young boy was outside his parents apartment…he was looking down the street hoping his friends would come back outside and play. The boy, a friendly open hearted little guy, his loneliness and utter futility of the hope of his friends being allowed out at that time of night led me to a lonely but wonderfully human picture.
As I gazed out the window at a red sky…images began to flow and took me far from this little neighborhood.I began to close my eyes and play my guitar…
These are the early beginnings of a song. I have a melody that i’ve been humming for a while..and a guitar riff and some chords…
As I played…more images came..first an image of a phonebooth at dusk and someone making a telephone call…
to the red sky…to the star dust , to an idea of god perhaps.
I had been on a website earlier and in order to post something I had to fill in some keyword passcode to proove I wasnt a psmmer. teh passcode was kerosene Quarter…
Yes…And as I sang guess what came up in my lyric to my surpirse.
Kersosene quarter. Thank you Craigslist.
Later when I Was done singing I went and tried to find an image of my scene..I figured it wouldnt be too hard to find someone at a payphone at twilight…near a desert or far way town…
I went looking and found a picture of a phonebooth at sunset..maybe at a gas station perhaps…but what I found was even better.
I found this picture of teh Mojave phonebooth..and as I clicked on the site it came form.I realized there was more to the story than just a cool old payphone out in the desert.
Thus the song began to…and still is leading “me” somewhere…and this new information becomes part of what I will write. It resonated, the information, the imagery…pulls.
Songs have a life of their own. Who knows where this one will lead.
I do hope you share the journey and surprise as I honestly don’t know where this one is going…
Imagine my surprise when I went to this site that had the photo of the phonebooth and learned about the “mojave desert payphone” that people called from around the globe. a payphone out in the middle of the desert!! People would go out there and camp and have in credible conversations with complete strangers….deep talks, fun talks, sillyness, love, romance..the whole gamut of our experience.
A payphone that sat for years and years…until someone had a dream that what he called the “holy spirit” wanted him to go out into the desert and answer phonecalls at this payphone…..well the story goes that the guy went out there into the desert and waited. No one called of course. But then he waited more…and then someone did call and he had a conversation with him.
The guy called back. Word got out and a few more people called.
In the meanwhile here is a song…you cn go up to my previous post and clik it to hear what I ahve so far.
Yes..So I made a recording…here’s what I have so far. Musicians work in all sorts of ways…usually you here the final project in all its studio majic version…well here’s the raaaw grit..you are REALLY seeing a song built ground up.
Here’s the guts and glory no glory of it all. I sing..and words come..sometimes snippets of a word..a mumble..sometimes words sometimes nothing..then you mold it later…
When its done you’ll know where it came from..or will you
So teh guy who went out to teh payphone..msot would call him crazy sure…Crazy…yes. But then again…some of us are open to another level…who knows what he was listening to. Perhaps just letting his freak flag fly for a while. He could be in touch with something we all have or could be in touch with.
The frenzy grew…hundreds of calls from all over the country…to the desert phonebooth out in teh middle of nowhere…people began to dial (760) 733-9969 thousands of calls. The original guy left his phone booth post eventually…but new people would just go out there and answer the phone! THE “mohave phone”
CAlls form Germany, Europe, Us, all over…the world.
Eventually…the desert park people got involved…and what did they do?
Ripped out the fuc)(king phone! yes.
Yes of course it ended like that. But now it has become some sort of Jesus Christ martyr phone.
Ahh how perfect. Perfectly human experience isn’t it.
The spot exists and maybe WE or I or someone will fund a new phone someday..but you know what….
It exists in your heart and my heart..its not the phone booth that matters. Its the experience of what this story is about. I don’t think too much about the booth…think about what that booth symbolizes and you’ll get it. It’s a living image..and if its truly powerful…there will be a booth back at that very spot someday soon.
You can look up the story if interested. Mohave phonebooth..there’s even a movie about it,…which I havn’t seen yet. It is an amazing story…and quite real.
SO…Here’s a recap for those of you who like to read….and ponder /revel in your own thoughts as you go…as you go…
here’s a description of the song that is writing me or the song I am writing…
A man at a payphone makes a call..to a fiery red twilight sky.
At the end.
A desperate call at first but then something changes as the caller tires of the lack of an answer at the other end of the line.
But growing tired of waiting for an answer to the ringing phone…this person has a change of heart and realizes the futility of the manner of expecting an answer form above….pulls out a kerosine flaming molatov cocktail of a quarter and directs it in the phone…to make a call of his own…sending a FIERY message to the skies…waiting for spirit to fall…
But maybe no longer waiting for outside and above help…maybe making a call to give a piece of his own mind…sending a message with his own fire.
seems the spirit has fallen to the ground indeed…only to be picked up by its true owner.
we shall see…
wanna hear it?
http://www.kerosenequarter.com
