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This morning I went out to feed Sally and Bob but I couldna€™t find the scoop for the new sack of oats. Last night on the radio I heard Slim Frye had been killed, in a car crash in West Texas, and the Reno DJ played several of his songs as I remembered his red Porsche rushing past the sage and leaving the trail of fancy dresses and guitar before I found her walking alone in high heels along the desert road. That first night after the chicken dinner Jodie madea€”after Ia€™d joked, a€?So wea€™re going to be famous?a€? and Jodie had turned over my palm and showed me our hands were the same, the little star where the life and heart lines meta€”we went out into the summer yard. I carried the lawn chairs from under the dusty branches of the cottonwood and Jodie sat back, looking up at the sky while I played the guitar and we sang the songs Jodie was sure would change our lives and those of a million strangers. A a€?Then she was quiet, temporarily calm about our budding career as sure-fire country stars. Jodie gazed at the scattered distant stars, as if her real home was a distant world and on Earth she was a stranger. There was hurt, a private bitterness in her voice, and I felt a sudden wave of sympathy for the woman Ia€™d known since noon. The different stars blinked white and red, blue and green, and I remembered by its color you could tell a stara€™s age, whether it was young and new or dying, burning out, though I couldna€™t remember what colors showed youth or age, birth or death. I pulled out clean sheets and pillowcases from the hall cabinet, and Jodie took them from me and there was a second of awkwardness as our hands brushed.
She sounded wistful, as if she were fighting a future disappointment or regret, but then shea€™d had a long day that could have turned scary. Then she went into my parentsa€™ old room and closed the door and I shut off all the lights and lay back in bed, looking up through the dusty screen at the sky beyond the cottonwood. As I closed my eyes I remembered the touch of her fingernail as she traced my palm that was like her own, that her mother had read when Jodie was a girl, telling her that someday shea€™d sing for the President. In jeans, Western shirt and boots, and her hair pulled back, Jodie was cooking pancakes at the stove.
In the morning light at the window we ate pancakes with hot syrup and bacon and drank our coffee among circling, rising red and gold dust motes.
She stood at the sink with her back turned, humming a€?Current of Lovea€? as I got up to go out to the barn. I had one horse saddled when she came through the barn door with something wrapped in one of my mothera€™s old blue plaid tablecloths. Jodie dug her heels in sharply and the mare bolted past Bob before I could grab the bridle, galloping down the road past the house.
We raced across the high pasture toward the creek and Jodie beat me by ten yards as we reined in.
We crossed the shallow ditch and trotted across the pasture toward the dry hills that came down in spread fingers. With Jodie in the lead we took a game trail up the spine of the longest hill until we reached the high wall of mountain. We let the horses pick their way up the steep broken slope, through rock and manzanita toward the pines along the ridge. Jodie pointed toward the far edge of the pasture, at the lone pine and the small square of iron picket fence with white stones inside. We started the circuit of the bowl, moving in and out of the scattered line of pines on the curved narrow mesa. I held Jodiea€™s hand as we walked gingerly across the twenty yards of arrow chippings and splintered fallen rock. She turned, squinting as she looked back at the bed of glittering shards.a€?a€?a€?They knew this place,a€? Jodie said.
I took her other hand and we crossed the carpet of glass, then rode on, looking east away from the valley, toward the broken buttes and towers beyond the mesa.


We rode on for half an hour, following the valley side of the ridge, until I saw the big Jeffrey pine.
We sat down and Jodie served the chicken and the mashed potatoes shea€™d fried in cakes onto paper dishes. We rode a mile the way we came, not talking, Jodie a few yards in front of me, until I found an easy slope.
I stopped among the cottonwoods where the water bubbled up and pooled behind the stone weir before it curled down the creek bed. I remembered Slim Fryea€™s red Porsche as now Jodie stood, looking at the trees that circled the pool. I walked in, feeling the shock of the pure cold pool, and dived, pulling down through the strong upwelling water. Gold specks drifted down like dust, past the three bright slanting bars that always looked like searchlights hunting for treasure.
I treaded, looking over at the cottonwood as Jodie stepped out in a white lace bra and panties. Then she made a quick dive with fingers and toes gracefully together, came up saying a€?Brrrrrra€? like a kid and working her shoulders in a shiver, then breast-stroked out toward the middle. Under her excitement Jodie was breathing unevenly, splashing a little raggedly at the water. I leaned down and didna€™t know Jodiea€™s sweet scent from the crushed sweetness of the grass as I felt her shoulder for the thin strap. Holding Jodie as we made love in the valley where I was born, I felt everything Ia€™d held back for so long give way and rise like our bodies in the river rushing from the rock toward the sunlit water and the speckled shadows of the shifting leaves. We glided forward underwater, kicked up, took a breath, turned and stroked down through the green light to the open door that whispers things and glints with quartz from the dark walls beyond it. I went down to the bank and slipped into my clothes and boots, then walked back and picked up Boba€™s reins from the grass, leading him over to Sally.
A Then she was quiet, temporarily calm about our budding career as sure-fire country stars. She turned, squinting as she looked back at the bed of glittering shards.a€?They knew this place,a€? Jodie said. From the wide trunk I lifted the tin dipper from its nail, ran it through the water, then dipped it full and handed it to Jodie. This video is not a music video, therefore, we are unable to provide lyrics for this video. During this time the band also backed Jay-Z for his 2003 farewell concert in Madison Square Garden, and appeared in the accompanying "Fade to Black" DVD. We litterally have thousands of facebook covers for you to browse and hundreds of Woman of God covers as well. You realize that the wonder hasna€™t faded, cracked or turned to dust, even when you set it down and stare at your empty palm like a Ghost Dancer whoa€™s returned from heaven and awakened. From a shelf I lifted an old baking soda tin and inside was Jodiea€™s shiny black ball of obsidian shea€™d kept under her pillow.
When wea€™d brought in the groceries from town shea€™d found the pile of lyrics on the table and later taken up my guitar while I was out irrigating the pasture. I figured Jodie had her ghosts, Slim Frye the most recent, and suddenly I felt both innocent and lucky, grateful for my unsuccessful but slender love life. I held the screen door and followed her in to the house that smelled sweet, of night air crossing grass. We said good night, Jodie thanking me for putting her up until Johnny Blacka€™s band came to Waverly in two weeks, me thanking her for dinner and liking my music. Ia€™d dreamed about the Branding Iron in Waverly, where once a week I played at Amateur Night. The audience stood and swayed, clapping time, and Jodie and I stood side-by-side, each playing a guitar like the one Jodiea€™d lost.


It felt exciting, strange and good, having a woman in the house singing your song to herself as the day began. It had a soft curve, like it had just cooled and hardened after bubbling up from the center of the Earth. We had quite a ride.a€? Wea€™d ridden five or six miles, climbed right up the slope of the bowl to the top. I turned on my back, looking up at the blue sky beyond the branches, listening to the needles move in the soft breeze. She stood up and I wrapped the containers and empty plates in the tablecloth and pushed it into the saddlebag. We went down through broken ground to a bluff, then through the white grass to the east pasture and across it toward the line of trees. I gripped the stone edge of the dark square-ish door, then turned, looking up toward the froth rising toward the light. I let go, leaning into the current, and with a kick and one arm-stroke let the water take me straight to the surface. I gripped the rocka€™s edge and looked back to see Jodie pulling hard against the current, moving down through the column of light, her long hair yellow now and flowing out behind her. With a kick she rose up, her shapely slim hips and legs and feet slipping from the darkness that turned green and then lighter green and finally yellow. Jodie swam up close and I put my hands on her waist, turning her back to me, then with my feet pushed off from the rock, lifting her out and up into the rush of water and letting her go. I went to Sally and took out the tablecloth from the saddlebag, setting the leftover food and plates at the foot of the tree.
We held hands, moved out into the pushing water, and together drifted without kicking to the surface.
The sun hung above the western ridge, shining at a lowering angle across the valley, and a quicker breeze stirred the flashing two-colored willows. Bob and Sallya€™s hooves hit sharply against the road and the man and woman who would sing a€?Travis Jacksona€? to millions and the foolish President and like a stone cut in half to show its pretty crystals would never be the same started toward the yellow house by the cottonwood.
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I felt that she noticed, sensed the electric tension in my open, down-turned hands that would spark if they touched her.
I lifted the saddlebag and walked over under the tree, kicking a few cones from a cool bed of needles. She threw me a quick look and turned forward as we raced across the grass as far as the dirt road, where Bob pulled even and we brought up the horses. Shea€™d taken a hard fall the day before and had to gather her clothes and fancy red shoes from the sage and tumbleweeds. Bizarrely the singer, born and raised in Watford, has a certain Swedish vibe to her voice and this certain husky note adds up to that.
She makes music singers like Robyn should really be jealous of – it proper pop without all that over the top “we have to make our voices sound electric” shit and a strong characteristic voice which doesn’t become annoying either.
Before hand you can download the tracks  Walk Through Walls & Vampire Smile for free on soundcloud or her official website. The best records of all times in the whole wide world Leonard Cohen – New Skin for the Old Ceremony, Paul Simon – Graceland, Cat Power – You Are Free, Joni Mitchell – Blue, and all of Elliott Smith’s albums.
What process do you go through when you write your music (lyrics then music or vice versa etc.) I don’t really know what comes first.



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