As you know I rarely share anything but my astrology report. Here’s a little something that Tamra Lucid and I recently made. The song is the first multitrack recording we ever recorded, before riot grrrl, right after we stopped working for Manly Palmer Hall. A love song I wrote for her about a trip we took up the west coast. We called ourselves Cat Cult then. The video is a tribute to the cats who lit up our lives together. We hope it brightens your day.
Driving Pacific Coast Highway, in Baja we rolled in the surf, played Balboa Island pinball, in L.A. we sat broke on the curb, sliding down the dunes, waves crashed the cliffside, in the wind by Morro Rock we took, seashells from the tide. I can’t believe I make you fear I said, and I do it every day, I never want to hurt you, I don’t know what to say. In Big Sur we laughed in the rain, under the redwoods we stood, in San Francisco we threw flowers, into the bay for Andy Wood. Knew we were in Oregon, lost in the green mist, big trees bigger trucks, cities in the wilderness. The game is there is no game she said, when you’re a prisoner of fear, we were in a gloomy motel room, watching TV and sharing a beer. In Agate Beach in the fire and sand, we saw the fingerprint of grace, in the stone in the sea, in the skin on every face. Washington holy rainforest, cold Puget Sound, some kind of spiritual awakening, driving on empty at dawn.