Trevor Marty

"Hey can I get some sugar?"

2012-01-28T05:47:00.002-06:00

“Christ like I haven’t heard that enough times!” she said to me.

“What’s wrong with asking for what you need? If I need some sugar I’m going to ask. I mean how else are you suppose to get something if you don’t ask for it?”

“Ya, I know. It’s just so demanding and I mean what the hell do I get out of it?” She shouted more than asked. All of this without batting an eye, and she said it all as if this was the worst moment in her life. There was no twinkle of sarcasm in her eye, as she stood there hands on hips tummy showing through the bottom of her shirt. Comfortable shoes and ankle socks at the bottom of long naked legs tapped sharply on the floor.

“What do you get out of it? How am I suppose to answer that?” I was a tad frustrated with the way this conversation was going. I had no answer for her really. “Well, what am I suppose to say to that, so now I’m a demanding ‘so and so’ aren’t I? Because I asked for some sugar before you left I’m going to get the cold shoulder and you’re going to tell all of your girlfriends about me. I can hear it now, “Oh crap here comes that weird guy that asked for sugar. Don’t talk to him just don’t do it.”

She watched me feigning her my own hand on hip swaying suductively and didn’t say anything.

I continued, “I mean it IS your job after all isn’t?”

Her look could melt the ice caps in 2 seconds flat. “MY JOB?! My job?”

‘Yes!,” I continued without letting her catch up,”Your job. It is your job to serve me. You are the waitress here aren’t you?” She stormed away and I never did get my sugar.

BEGINNINGS

2012-01-16T05:55:00.002-06:00

1/16/12
Beginnings

We start like any other with a stir from the heart
just a bit doesn’t have to be much just a bit.

we’re farmers and wanderers
we’re lovers and saint’s
growing and enriching love
and when the hard times com
we hunker down together.
together we’ll get through.

Year’s can pass no one knowing
like waves from the sea the years
come by uncountable
time is an emptiness which we fill.
A bowl to make cakes, or pies.
for apples or cherries.
It’s not empty its filled with love.

We are farmers and wanderers
tilling the field of the heart
we are lovers and saint’s
taking the chances and having faith.
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I don't know where this is going to go... its just something that I wrote this morning.

99% of Folks

2012-01-15T15:43:00.000-06:00

PURPLE

2012-01-04T06:51:00.002-06:00

1/4/12
Purple

What do I write about purple?

Well, what can one write about it?

I mean really. It’s just purple right?

It’s not the color of earth with her lovely deep browns, greens, and blues.

It’s not the dark color of the heavens which Earth is snuggles into so nicely.
It’s just purple.
That’s not to say that it isn’t a wonderful color filled with brilliance and luminosity.
That’s not to say that it isn’t a good color.
Deep down.
I guess what Im really trying to say or rather what I’m not trying to do is be abussive, divisive, and/or down the person of Purple. I’m sure purple has a beautiful soul filled with all sorts of hugs and kisses and every other sort of lovely smelly thing.
No, no not that at all. I guess what I’m trying to say is simply that purple could try a little harder to ‘fit in’ don’t ya think? What happens when you stack several color’s next to one another? The purple one sticks out and say’s, “Look at me! Look at me!” Come on purple there ARE other colors here besides you, and they need loving too.
Now don’t go and get all sulky. Just go and give the drown and the green crayon a hug and start a scrabble game. I’ll be in in a minute.

10 MINUTES

2011-12-18T20:22:00.001-06:00

12/18/11

10 minutes

an eternity to a dieing human or a child waiting for candy

10 minutes

an exercise in writing. With dialogue or without.

10 minutes

a stair master or a weight machine’s greatest joy.

10 minutes

is not long enough for love for passion

10 minutes

not long enough with a dieing friend

10 minutes

not long enough to enjoy the finest meal

10 minutes

to describe a tree. To tell about it’s energy growing from ground to sky

10 minutes

to say something of freedom, it’s passing, and everything in between.

10 minutes

to speak on the human condition it’s frailties and strength’s

10 minutes

for wine and cheese for passion and love for culture and

Fruit Fly's, Insurgents, & Politians

2011-07-13T05:57:00.000-05:00

7/13/11

Fruit Fly’s

10 minute writing about Fruit Fly’s with no real agenda or goal. Just writing

I think they’re easy to get fruit fly’s. Just leave something out on the counter a little to long and there you go. Even one day beyond where it’s suppose to be and away you go with this amazing sort of power to the people thing. Only you’re not a member anymore; as a matter of fact, you’re the current power mongering totalitarian state. One could look at it any number of way’s . Insurgents determined to hide out in the cupboards and ruin your finances and confidences by returning again and again with a fruit bomb or an all out sneak attack to you face as you stand bleary eye’d in the morning waiting for coffee.

One of the damnedest things about these little buggers is that they learn. They learn from how you killed them all before. Don’t ask me how a brand new batch can be aware of how the other batch was killed off when none of them survived. The only thing that matters is that they do.

Fruit Fly’s are also remarkably like politicians. Always thinking about the next time they get fed. The act of being fed is obviously different in these cases. I mean one just loves fruits and vegi’s and the other is hungry for power and money. But the final analysis is the same. I think.

Greed.

Right.

Simple Greed.

The fruit fly is all about feeding itself and it’s egg’s and therefore continuing it’s species; although, I don’t like them I can understand this sentiment. The politician on the other hand is all about keeping and legitimizing it’s own power structure. Keeping folks dependent and ignorant on the crazy way’s the power structure.

I think.

Time Flies

2011-05-20T06:00:00.000-05:00

Time Flies

10 minutes to write on how time flies.

This weekend went so quickly it took my breath away, so did last weekend.

Did the week? Yes in some ways.

It’s rather funny isn’t it? What does it mean to say that time flies? Does it mean that you actual get on a saddle which is mounted on the beast of time and it flies you anywhere in the universe you wish to go. Anywhere and anytime? Wow, wouldn’t that be something? Perhaps it means that you are the beast for which time sits atop. Whipping your ass to make you go faster and faster. I think we trick ourselves into these things. These ideas of what time is and/or isn’t. It’s just there. A thing like anything else. Perhaps it has no spirit. It’s not like it’s a tree, or a cat, or a human. It’s just a thing. An action. How would one write a song about time? What would be the starting point of the song?

I remember perhaps a memory.

I remember sitting in the train station that winter morning

okay now what? Describe it? I did it’s winter. More more

okay

I remember sitting in the train station that winter morning

Wind blowing and more snows coming

My face and yours stuck in a kiss in a train station that winter morning.

Cool, so we’ve started with the important stuff. Now what’s happening?

I remember sitting in the train station that winter morning

Wind blowing and more snows coming

My face and yours stuck in a kiss in a train station that winter morning.

Leaving you for the coast heading toward the sun

there’s more life a coming we’ve only just begun.

(cool 1st verse’s done.)

Coffee

2011-05-03T05:38:00.001-05:00

5/30/11

Coffee

Ahhh, the glory of the black or black and tan

perhaps some sweet. Sugar or honey.

Morning comes in a mug of hot dark alchemy,

and it’s smells remind me of childhood camping

and grandma’s house all at the same time.

Uncountable weekend day’s from cradle to grave

companioned by the black juice --- lightly sweetened.

The sun light may beckon through the window

birds may sing joyously of life and it’s character,

but the smell of the black juice is what gets me up.

I can even enjoy a mug of the dark love in the afternoon.

Winter, coffee is hot and steamy

Summer coffee is iced and dreamy

and Spring or Fall witness either or.

Yes, coffee is my true companion.

Come hither my sweet, dark lover.

Come hither.

Shows

2011-04-29T19:36:00.000-05:00

Howdy Everyone-

I thought I'd send you out a happy little letter. I hope everyone's as excite as I am about Spring.

I'm very excited about all of it especially lower heating bill's!!

:-) YAY!!

This weekend at Bean Good Cafe 730 -930 pm and I'll be playing with my newly repaired

little wooden resonator. It sounds great!!!

Well, I've got a bunch of show's coming up soon in May.

May

7th- Bean Good Cafe 730-930 pm

5101 Minnetonka Blvd, Saint Louis Park, MN 5541

14 - The Canadian Honker Rochester, Mn 8-11pm

21 - The Minnesota Soybean Festival 1 pm

Oak St & 3rd St
Farmington, Mn.

http://mnsoybeanfestival.com/index.php

28th Rochester Downtown Farmers Market 9am - noon.

Thanks once again for supporting live music.

All my best and wishing you Groovitude

Trevor Marty

www.trevormarty.com

www.facebook.com/trevormarty
www.cdbaby.com/artist/trevormarty

Nothing to say?

2011-04-16T05:42:00.001-05:00

4/16/11

Search for a topic

This morning I have searched for a topic. I’ve looked into the bowels of myself...yes that was a somewhat off color remark. Luckily I didn’t find much worth discussing with my precious 10 minutes. I’ve looked in the fridge. Nothing much there worth discussing either. A couple of beers, some cheese, a slice or two of ham, a few apples. I even searched the front page of the NPR site. Plenty of stuff there to write about, but I wanted to keep my serenity a little bit longer. What shall I write about? Have I written about the search for a new topic? Ya, I think I did that last year.

Did I tell you about the time I was on a Somali Pirate ship...oh I did huh? Okay, so what else is there to write about? I think I may write about the search for a topic anyway.

I even looked under the cupboards in the kitchen. The ones under the sink. No nothing there really. Some old rags, a broken bottle, the compost bin, a beat up old barbie doll (don’t ask), and some funny looking papers. Nope nothing worth 10 minutes on.

I went out to the garage the big garage not the little one thinking I’d find something out there. God knows what’s in there. A tire pump? Well maybe. That’s pretty good, but what else is in there? A 1999 Red Ford Escort with a hundred and forty thousand odd miles on it, some wood for building, some wood for burning, a couple of ramps that chad gave me, a couple of lawn mowers, lot’s of dust. Naw nothing out there.

How about the basement? No nothing in there either.

Sorry folks I guess I’ve nothing to talk about today.

Spring Rain

2011-04-11T05:54:00.001-05:00

Spring Rain

I know not what to write about the Rain.

It seams so obvious to me.

Holy of Holy’s

Sacred giver and taker of live

is the rain.

We can know how it forms, and

what makes it up.

We can know it’s cycles and patterns.

We can and will be enriched by all of

this knowledge.

Will this knowledge change it’s mystical presence?

Maybe..probably not for me though.

Holy Rain

Sacred Rain

Running down nude spring time skin

Falling on Holy Sacred Earth

Making mud - good thick loamy mud

for growing and feeding.

What else?

It’s stronger than stone.

The rain is an artist carving/creating beauty

from solid rock.

The rain must be a woman for who else can

create life...holding the power of the generations

inside her simple beauty.

Or perhaps the rain is the man

feeding the earths vagina and womb.

Together creating life.

Or perhaps it’s just simple holy rain

falling from a thick gray sky on a warm

spring morning.

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Thank you for the rain, and the earth, and the sky.

Thank you.

Spring is Loud

2011-04-02T08:35:00.003-05:00

Spring is loud.

Everything comes back. Everything returns to us from somewhere someplace else. I always imagined that some place else to be a rather fun place where all the migrating beasts have a really large party at our expense. I can see it now the birds sitting around having a cocktail and talking about the Winter. In my mind they are sitting on lawn chairs by the beach overlooking the ocean.

“Oh those stupid humans. Can you imagine staying through the Winter?”

“I know I know. Hey Fred didn’t you over-winter once a few years back?”

“Ya, I got stuck in this garage and the next thing you know I passed out from hunger. I woke up in this cage by a window. In there house!!!”

“Jesus weren’t you scared? I’d of shat myself.”

“Oh ya freaking terrified, and they kept coming up to the cage and looking in. Let me tell you Man are they ugly. No beaks at all. None.”

Yup, I can imagine it all. It seemed silly to me that we never migrated either. It’s just alway’s seamed like the best thing to do. This is what you do when the snow flies. I digress though.

Spring is loud.

I think the party really starts when everything returns to us here. When the Crocuses come out and the blue jay’s return. The sun light itself seems louder than normal. It’s way of dancing around the yard is different than usual. Bouncing here and there it collides with itself laughing the whole time. It’s like a giant mosh-pit for sunlight.

Spring is Loud.

It’s gregarious in it’s very essence. It’s all about throwing the windows open and playing loud music throughout the house. Dusting out the details. Vacuuming the rugs.

We can sit on the porch again. Yup, better have your earplugs people because..

Spring is Loud and it’s here.

CATS

2011-03-31T05:41:00.003-05:00

3/31/11
Cats

Cats
Slinky, furry, bundles of curiosity
Cat’s
Counter jumping, face licking, purring, fur factories.
Cat’s
Funny eye’s, elegant, quietly independent
Cats
Sun Sitting, “I choose to be here and don’t need to be here”

Cat’s.

What would I do without my cat?
I’d go on.
Moving in a generally good direction the whole time, and the color’s of live would be vibrant again someday. I have to admit to you though my cat is my buddy and without him in the picture the colors would dull for awhile.

Yes, he sometimes get’s in the garbage.
Yes, he sometimes leaves a dead mouse on the floor for me to clean up.
Yes, he does get in the sink to drink from the fountain.
All are forgivable, and most are not unique to his species. With the exception of the mouse thing. I’ve done all of those....ask my ma if you don’t believe me.

Enough Time

2011-01-19T06:00:00.001-06:00

1/18/11
enough time?

I’ve decided that there just isn’t enough time to do everything that I want to do. It’s difficult to stay focused on lots of things at once. I’ve never understood how people can do that. We all know those folks who keep everything neat and tidy in there head and on the perverbial plate. (Real Life & Head Life) I’ve got enough interest and ability to go a fair distance in anything that I choose to do, but the moment I choose something it lots of other stuff comes out too. For instance, I could probably play almost any stringed instrument now. Given a little time and some energy I think I could do it.But Im also interested in:

re-doing the house
photography
writing stories/songs/poetry
gardening inside aka hydroponic’s
technology
booking gigs
doing gigs
going back to school
traveling

I think you see my delema. There’s just no time to:

Clean the house
do the dishes
shovel the sidewalk
wash the clothes and sheets
get to know the neighbors
go for walks after work.

But I think I could do a lot more if I’d just turn this stupid computer off once in a while.
Or at least the internet. I tend to get stuck on the internet and spend the whole night there. Then at the end of the night what did I do? I’ve no idea.
I’ve got a minute and half of writing left, but alas I need to feed the cat and get ready for work....
I did forget to mention that earlier....poor pussy-cat.

Time

2011-01-18T05:35:00.002-06:00

Time

Time infuriating eating me away.
Time is a gentle laxative all that matters is the movement
They’ve called it a vampire, a lover, a constant companion
leave it to me to compare it to a laxative.
Time Time Time
songs and poetry are written about our relationship I don’t know.
It’s defiantly a codependent one.

A letter to Time:
I have a love hate relationship with you.
If you were a lady or a man I’d leave ya.
In peace but leave ya none the less.
You’ve been with me from before my birth and
will be here far after my death.
Will you remember me after I’m gone?
Will I be one of the special ones to gather a tiny place in your mind?
A memory for you to visit once in a while,
or will I be something that has no matter even to remember what it was you
said as we were passing each the other by?

Time
even now as I write about it trying to define this you pass me by. Leaving tiny bubbling
moments effervescently dancing and disappearing into the ether.
The sun has changed it’s spot in the sky...time...the shadows of the tree’s are sitting in
a different place on the neighbors house and roof from where they were.

Snow Bound

2010-12-26T09:20:00.006-06:00

Snow Bound
T.A.Marty

“It’s happened again. I mean I can understand this happening once. Everybody’s entitled to screw up once, but to do the same thing again and again. I mean what is this the 3rd time so far this Winter?”, Granola Gram was exasperated. Her partner Carrot Caryn was just as exasperated but was trying to put on a good face.
“No it’s the 2nd that other one in the super market doesn’t count cause we were looking for the illusive sock bird." They had been a couple for about as many years as the planet’s been circling around the sun. For you and me that’d be around 30 years. Every year they migrated to warmer climates when Winter came. Caryn loves Winter. Gram does not.
“Snow bound. We’re stuck in this crap again. I want to get out.” said Gram. The door to the Post Office banged closed as they stepped out into the cold. Cars were creeping by trying not to slip, people were trudging here and there. Everyone looked the same like big globes of coats, and hat's, boot's, and mitten's. There was no shape to anyone big or small everyone is equally round in Winter.

“We can go for a walk in it. It’s not that big a deal.”, said Caryn

“You know what I mean Caryn. I don’t like feeling trapped with in a 4 mile radius. I don’t like the smell of the snow coming down and further I can’t stand that pure innocent white on the tree’s any more. Blecky! To hell with it! I want the beach. I don’t like slipping tires, and sore shoveling muscles. I want a beer in my hand and my big belly hanging out of the way to small bikini I’d be wearing!” shouted an exasperated Gram as she threw up her hands in disgust at the whole thing.

Caryn being the worlds most optimistic woman countered her partner and said,
“Being snow bound is fun sweet lady. I mean there’s me and you a lot of wood for the fire, books, movies, smooches.” It was the last word that had Gram. She loved smooches, and movies but smooches were definitely better than movies. "Here's something I wrote about it this morning. Let me read it to you as we walk."

She began.

The world ended much as it has since you went to bed any other night, but on this one night it was different very different and ya didn’t even notice! You went to bed, and it was cold and gray and the leaves were all gone from the tree’s. You went to bed and so did the plump fat little squirrels. While everything was sleeping and everyone had there eye’s closed and were dreaming, it happened. That magical fluffy snowman making, fort making, snowball throwing white stuff came down, and boy did it ever.
Tons of it all over the place.
Snow!
So much of it in fact when you wake up you won’t have to go to school, your pa’s going to have to call in and so will your ma. No ones making it outside because the snow’s up past the door and everyone’s going to have to make tunnels.
Okay, probably not that much snow, but a fair amount of it did fall. You’ll still have to go to school, and no one’s staying home but the mice and the cat.
Snow
magical white rain
cold killing innocence
finger numbing, snow shoe making,
skiing, snow man making, white stuff everywhere
as far as the eye can see.

The first snow is wonderful in most every way possible, because the whole world goes from being gray, dry, and dead to being bright shiny white. It’s a crazy transition. Suddenly there’s more light than there was the day before. It’s bouncing all around, and people are in better moods. (A little)

She finished. Gram grabbed her mittened hand and they walked into the snow. Two globes of coats without a goal just plodded on.

Migrating and Central Heating.

2010-12-08T05:50:00.001-06:00

Migrating and Central Heating.

“You know I’ve got some cousins that migrate every year.”, said the Milli the Mouse. She was sitting with Veronica the Vole enjoying one of the last warm day’s of summer.
“Oh honey don’t I know it. We’ve all got cousins like that. ‘It’s migrating day’ they all say and jump up and down and get so excited. Well not me. It’s Central Heating for me, and we’ve got such a place were that filthy cat can’t ever get to us.”
“Veronica, I know what you mean. You won’t catch ladies like us tramping around the country. Not when there’s cheese in the house and that beautiful fun throttled sound of heat rushing through the metal pipes. I’m ready to move in soon too. Let me tell you I got so cold last night that I almost froze my fur off.” The ladies had been friends since they were little, and hadn’t moved like most of there friends and family had. They were survivors too. They lived through one bad Winter after another until they found the human’s house. Bringing there whole families into the house through a crack in the foundation. They lived like queens, central heating, food, plenty of time to themselves.

Toilet Plunger

2010-11-30T05:32:00.001-06:00

11/27/10
Toilet Plunger

“No not that plunger. I want the one that goes in the clean water tank.”, said Gloria.
“Oh I see what you mean, ya we’ve got some of those.” the funny looking man behind the counter at the hardware store said. She paid for the part she needed and went home. Damned if she was going to be a ‘girly-girl’ and have to pay an arm and a leg to some funny looking guy whose pants were falling off come and put this silly looking thing in. She tried hard not to giggle at the thing when she saw it because it reminded her of the first diaphragm she’d gotten from the free clinic downtown called, “The Red Door”.

The wheels on her bicycle squeaked as she rode ‘Betsy’ home. Betsy was a great looking Schwinn in her day but that day had come and gone ages ago.
Gloria gets home and runs up the stairs hair flying every which way and the stairs groaning as she tackles them 2 at a time. Now she’s in the bathroom and trying to figure out what to do next. Trying to remember what the how to manual she found in the library said to do next when she looked at the package she’d just purchased.

“Cool! It say’s how to put it in on the back of the package.” she cried out.
A few hours later she flushes for the first time and watches to see if she’s got it right.
“Yes, and Sweet!” she shouts out jubilantly, and with that she closes the door, drops trow, and sit’s down.

Because always remember you only borrow coffee...
you have to give it back.

The Heart

2010-11-24T05:58:00.000-06:00

11/24/10
Kitchen

I thought that I’d write about the kitchen today. They say it’s the heart of the house, and I like that. I like it because that’s just it for me. Sometimes it’s dirty other times it’s not, but it always is the heart. In the Winter it’s a glorious warm place to hang out in and watch the birds at the feeder. In the Spring, Summer, and Fall it’s more of a passing through on the way somewhere kinda place.

Beautiful, and full of sound. Most of the time it’s just me and my sweetie, but sometimes there’s a bunch of folks in it like on Holidays.
What’s the smell of the kitchen? Depends on a bunch of stuff. For instance....if it’s morning then it smells of coffee and breakfast. (Insert favorite breakfast here.) If its lunch than it’s filled with natural light and the sounds of people coming and going and the smell is difficult to nail down. While we’re discussing the sound and smell of the kitchen what about that traditional fresh baked bread or cookies kinda smell. Hey we haven’t even discussed when ya forget to take the compost bucket out from under the sink. Hey what do you want? It’s a kitchen smell.
How about the way it makes you feel.
How do you feel when you walk into your kitchen? I feel at home. I’ve just come home. Once I had a dream that Jerry Garcia came and was showing me some fancy guitar playing in my kitchen. It was just after he’d switched worlds and I’d just picked up the drums and only dreamed about guitar’s. So when I walk into my kitchen whether it smells good or bad whether it’s a little dirty or spic'n'span I have to say I feel save, and filled with gratitude.

Joe And The Energy Guy

2010-10-19T20:07:00.001-05:00

Joe, an old backyard farmer/painter guy who lived down on Fredricks road cursed the energy company’s again. It happened this same way every morning. The ritual went something like this. He’d get up to a cold house in the morning. He’d put on slippers, a robe, stocking hat, and gloves before he traversed the stairs. Coffee came next. Have you ever tried to make coffee with your gloves on? It’s a frusterating experience to say the least. Now comes his morning visit to the toilet.
“Cold hands. Cold hands.” You could hear him shout every morning in the winter. Yes you have to take the gloves off to do that. His idea was that his money should be in his pockets and not the pockets of the money grubbing energy company’s.
“Get your hands out of my wallet!” was another fun thing he liked to shout at the bill when it arrived. Well, it all came to a head of sorts one afternoon when he confronted the energy company’s CEO at a restaurant. Joe noticed that the guy was sitting near him from the moment he came in the door. As a matter of fact, the guy walked right by him on the way to the prized seat with a view. Joe had never gotten that seat but had pined over it since he started coming here over 15 years ago. Joe’s food came. He never changed his order. Some thought it was because he was stuck in his way’s, but the reality was that it was the cheapest thing on the menu. He started to think of his working day’s and all the jobs he’d had. Many times his wife (rest her soul) had heard him say, “Apples. Once I was an Apple picker. I lived off of the meager wages and was so poor I couldn’t even pay to pee if I’d had to.” He loved reflecting on that job.

Apples.
Autumn.
Fall.
The slow time.

It's been called a changing of the guard, but he preferred to look at it more like harvest time.

Harvest.

The fruition of the garden and all the summer work.

“Watching the sun rise over the hills to splash warmth and light throughout the hillside. It was grand being up in a tree with your apple bag on, and watching the sun burn away the mist and carry the lovely smell of apples to me.”

Apples.

Whether Halverson, Granny Smiths, or Honey-crisps he didn't care.
With crisp skin covering sweet white flesh and juice dripping down his chin, every apple held a childhood smile where he was 8 and lounging next to a lake eating and watching the late flies and migrating birds.

“How about warm apple pie and vanilla ice cream?” He found himself asking the waitress. He wasn’t sure how it would affect his budget, but what the hell. By the time he had finished his meal and paid for it, a smallish yet bright plan was birthing itself. Just a tiny bit evil, it put a smile on his face. He hoped there was time.
Joe got on the bus and tapped his feet anxiously. Ten whole minutes wasted in traffic. Finally getting home, he went to the drawer and took out the energy bill. Spring time begins to get warmer but not much. It’s still a few hundred dollars to stay warm in an old house with old bones. This time he’d drive his moped. With chipped powder blue paint, wire baskets, and an orange whip flag, he climbed on and it chugged to life. Away they went. Joe hoped the energy guy was still at his table. He had a stop to make at the bank first. He wondered if they would be able to do it?
“Sure, we can do that.” The clerk said with a raised eyebrow. “If you don’t mind my asking, why in the world would you want to do that?”
“I do mind actually, so don’t ask. Can you help me deliver it?” He asked.
“Yes, we can do that too.”
“Good good.” It was going to work. The clerk handed him a bag and Bob the security guy grabbed several more. Making a bead on the cafe where the CEO guy was sitting they walked right in and up to his table. Joe had a crazy smile on his face. The guy was having soup.
Joe say’s “How’s the soup?”
“Good.” say’s the guy. Joe wanted to draw this out more but couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Well, I’m just here to pay my electric bill!” With that he took the bill and all the bag’s and dumped everything in the guy’s soup. Bag after bag of penny’s. Sitting in the bowl, the floor, the guy’s lap.

Joe turned and looked at the horror in the faces of the people as he walked out got on his little blue moped and drove home. Joe died that night in his sleep with a smile on his face, and the heat turned way up.

Oatmeal

2010-10-05T06:06:00.001-05:00

Oatmeal 9/30/2010

Oatmeal warm on cold day’s.
Before a long frozen walk to work.
A small bit of joy, the tiniest speck of happiness in a gray cloud ridden frozen moment.

My lady friend and I will have ours with raisons, coconut, sunflower nut’s and soy milk. In a giant colorful bowl. There’s a room in the house that the plant’s love and so do we. Warm even in Winter we go there and watch the music of morning mingle with the scent of the oatmeal. When done right its smell reminds me of frosty cold mornings just before school or even better happy Saturday mornings with cartoons and Star Trek. Bringing me back to my childhood yet enjoyed even as an adult ‘Oatmeal’ it’s soft ring’s of grain and water fluffing out to fill a bright bowl. The consistency in your mouth is mildly erotic. It reminds one of the folds in a vagina soft, warm, wet with a just a hint of musk and sweetness. (Worlds of sweetness)
The feeling of well being that almost alway’s accompanies eating oatmeal is rapturous. Imagine sitting in a room with big windows, sunlight however gray it may be, plant’s, and the empty potential that is morning. Now fill that room till it’s busting at the seams with smiles and happiness, laughter, lounging and above all the scent of Oatmeal.

When made wrong it’s just miserable and impossible to eat. Kinda like glue, but more like mortar or shackle. Its taste and smell are as bad as the paste that little Jimmy made you eat back in grade school. (I’ll get him back someday you wait)
Have you ever burnt it? Maybe you decided to go and watch the weather channel or something but only for a second and suddenly the room was filling with smoke and the fire detectors were going off. Well there goes another pot because you can’t ever get that black off the bottom. Not to mention you’ll be smelling it for day’s. That dark, smokey, acrid scent that’ll make you open up all the windows and doors even in the dead of Winter with the wind blowing 20 below zero. If you’re like me and abhor a waste you’ll have tried to eat that burnt pit of goo only to find it’s mostly like eating a charcoal briquette.

It will never top the best experience with it though, so here’s to Oatmeal with all of it’s faces. Be it goo, or glory it’s here in my home always.

Morning and Coffee

2010-07-20T06:02:00.003-05:00

Coffee.
I love coffee. It actually sounds to mundane to say it like that.
I adore coffee. I’d sell my house and move in with coffee if I could.
That way I could have her all to myself, but we must have this open
relationship. She is needed by many.
Okay okay, it’s getting pretty deep in here.

Right now it’s 535 am on a Tuesday and I’m having some Equal Exchange
of the Midnight Sun variety. It’s organic, fair trade, and I get it by the big 5 pound
bag of which I grind up myself every morning. Hold on. Sip.
Beautiful.

The suns starting to sleep a little longer every morning and go to bed sooner. If you
watch you can tell when summer starts to wane and then at a certain point the smell
of Autumn is in the air. I love that smell just as much as I love the smell of flowers and water. Especially in the morning. Everyone’s asleep and everything is kinda quiet.

You should try waking up early just a couple of times and see if you like it.
It’s grand. It’s also a great time to gather your thoughts for the day. I get up
way before I need to work just so I can have a few moments to bring my head together.

Really give it a shot. Try it for a week and see what happens. Let me know.

Peace and Happy Morning.

T.

Remembered not forgotten

2010-05-31T14:12:00.000-05:00

Here’s a funny story...more of a giggle “Ha!” than a laugh factory, but it’s still a worthy tale none the less. Not to mention it’s all true, every bit of it I know. I was there.

When I was young and found out that my grandfather was in WWII I asked him what he did. He told me that he was a flier in the Pacific theatre, but he never wanted to elaborate. Told me that those things were best forgotten, and that Grandma’d have his hide if he told me.

What was I going to say? First off it’s my grandpa and second in my family Grandma has always had all of the power. A matriarchal oligarchy of sorts with all final judgments and decisions resting in Grandma. Who, whilst wearing an apron and cooking something or other in the kitchen of a trailer house that was old twenty years ago, passes down judgment on all things, and if she said not to talk about it, well that was law.

I know. I know I’m taking poetic license with the terms here, but hey, it’s my blog and you’re still reading it. Now we jump ahead some 30 years Grandpa’s gone, and I’m forty years old. Just a few months ago I went to visit Grandma, and finally got the courage up to ask her the same question that I had asked him and that had kept me up at night wondering.

By the way we’re in the same kitchen and she’s still wearing that apron:
“Hey Grandma. Wasn’t Grandpa in WWII?”
“Yes.”
“Wasn’t he a flier in the Pacific?”
At this point she put her hands on her hips, closed one eye and shook her finger at me. I was suddenly 10 years old again with a baseball bat and a broken window, staring at my feet.
“Is that what he told you?”
“Yes, ma'am,” still looking at my feet.
“Well, that man. He was a cook, and was far from the front lines. He heard battles, but was never in one.”

OK, now I think this is a funny story because my entire life I’d been thinking that my grandfather had been a pilot. Which didn’t really mesh with his personality, but what the heck, people change as they get older. One thing he did do was tell a good tale; whether that was fishing or the war I guess exaggeration was a part of all of them. Now you know where I get it from.

Today is ‘Memorial Day’, a national holiday for remembering. In Canada this same holiday is called ‘Remembrance Day’; different names and dates but the same idea. Taking a day to learn about what happened to think about how and why it happened, and perhaps on how stupid we all are. I hate having to think about war and its consequences. I hate watching movies that boost the national pride and propagate hatred of another country and her citizens just because they aren’t us.

But...
“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another,”
...then there is a need for citizens to organize and do something.
Soldiers.

I love history. There are so many twists and turns that it simply amazes me. If one person made one different decision how would things be different now? From ancient civilizations to modern times it all fascinates me. I wonder. Do you think if we, as humans, were to really look at the colors and characters of our separate cultural histories would we find how closely knit we all really are? When you look at global human history it seems we all have the same needs, right? They’re all so similar: births, deaths, inventions, war, peace, agrarianism, gods/goddesses/faith. It’s all there in the first place to provide for something we have a need for, or it wouldn’t be I suppose.

What does this have to do with Memorial Day?
Well presumably that’s what all the fighting is about: providing some great need in society. Whether that be just as simple as marking one’s place in history, i.e. immortality, or providing for the physical needs of a people, i.e. food, water, freedom of thought and expression. (Yes I did just list that as a need).

To sacrifice one’s whole potential existence for the ‘greater good’ of our global needs is indeed worthy of remembrance.

To sacrifice one’s whole potential existence for the greater good of society or of providing for society’s needs is indeed worthy of remembrance.

Thank you to all the soldiers everywhere for believing enough to put down the normal workings of citizenry become soldiers and march through fear, death, blood and guts for the potential betterment of society.

Thank you for coming home and becoming citizens again, becoming parents and grandparents, telling stories and living.

But now that we’re on this side of history and making more of it to just lay back and be apathetic in our government both local and national is like a slap in the face of all those that have gone on before. There are still needs to provide for and challenges to overcome as we move on generation to generation.

We all have similar responsibilities whether we are soldiers or citizens in that we are the government and as such it is an awesome challenge to steer this vessel in the right direction.

In the end I come back to my grandpa the cook and the greatest fisherman I’ve ever known. Whatever our job may be it is important and needed.

Thank you all for doing the job you were called to do....

Thank you for taking up the mantle of your calling and as it is in too many cases, thank you for dieing....I wish it wasn’t necessary.

Remembered, not forgotten.

Trevor Marty

A bus ride

2010-03-14T07:30:00.001-05:00

A giant of an individual once shared a seat on the bus with me. We sat in silence and watched the road pass by. I had the aisle seat. I have forgotten where I was going now yet I distinctly remember the smell of the bus, the bag lady sitting next to us, and the colors of the city I was in.
The person who was sitting next to me had brown eyes and hair. They seemed to be of working class origans I noticed the roughness of the hand that shook mine. It was much like mine. At a stoplight we watched the cops making there rounds and winced together when the car was uncerimoniausly introduced to the truck. "what is this about?" I remember thinking. What does it mean to be on this bus at this moment sitting next to this person. I wondered if the person with the brown hair and eyes would remember me after all doesn't everyone want to be remembered? Isn't that why we have children or strive for success in everything we do? Is our mortality also our motivation?
The bus moved on from that stoplight turned a corner and found it's way onto the snakey freeway. With the window open I could smell the smog mixed with the salty smell of the ocean. People all around me were adjusting getting ready for the long part of their journey. I felt sorry for the people who were standing hands firmly grasping for the cold metal rod hanging from the ceiling. There is a conversation that can happen amongst people even in silence. We speak in a movement, a smell, the texture of our skin. Whole encyclopidias can be written on the casual glance of one stranger to another. I adore these moments. I run them over in my mind long after they have happened.

Sent from my iPhone

Winter and Spring

2010-03-02T06:03:00.001-06:00

Hey there

Listen!

I think you will hear me if you push the 'listen' part.

Lately I've found myself almost obsessed with Honey Bee's. I mean I wrote a song called The Honey Bee Way,I hear other songs about them, see them in stores, and hear other folks talking
about them. Bee's!!! I love them. I think what's really happening is that I'm getting over-anxious for Winter to finally finish and Spring to get going.
I live in Minnesota Winter is really Winter here it was a thick one
With the snowiest month finally beginning you know it's coming. YaY!!! The way I feel about this is just like a kid who wants to get the spanking over with. "All right ma get it over with." I can't wait to see flowers, bugs, ants, and grill out. Can't wait to smell the fresh rain and the loamy earth as it's being tilled up. I'm excited for cleaning up the outside, mowing the lawn, walking under the stars without a coat. I want to open up all my windows and door's and let the stale out as I'm letting the light in.
And yes that includes seeing and hearing honey bee's.
See y'all later.
Trevor

The Honey Bee Way

Mornings

2010-02-20T05:55:00.001-06:00

Coffee in the morning, my cat Mr Bo, and the quiet hum from my lap top.
I adore mornings. Usually I'm up before the sun, and have been doing for many years.
It feels good to me waking up with the birds and saying good night to 'grandmother moon'.
Even when I lived in the punk rock party houses of my twenties I got up before the sun and
just listen to the quiet moment before everything gets going. I sometimes wish I could revisit
it again later on in the day. Lets say sometime between 11 am and 2 pm would be a great time
to do that. I should say that I've got no beef with mid-morning risers or even afternoon and
night time risers, but for me I'm almost always up before it's even morning time. I love it.

Good luck in everything you do.
peace
Trevor

ps lots of music on the fronteer, and don't forget you can go to either
itunes or cdbaby to get either of my two disks now. great stuff and
people have been telling me that they really love the latest one a bunch.

Minimizing

2010-01-18T19:35:00.001-06:00

Howdy Folks

I think it's been last year since I wrote anything. Okay I know
that's a bad joke. You might even say it's old as the hills. I
have a friend that lives in the desert. He's always trying to
convince me to go out and visit. That I'd love it and I think
he's right. I'd love to go and visit him; although,
I must admit to a little fear.
What's the fear about? Not coming back of course I've been
in the mood to move lately.
Big move.
Huge move.
Nothings in my way but me kinda move.
Sell everything but a couple of guitars and go. Imagine how
refreshing that would be.
Winter and death effect me like this, and both have been around.
A friend of mine died in December. I mean the details don't
matter for the purposes of this blog. What does matter is
that I won't be meeting him again. A brilliant mind is now
somewhere else.
Ya I'm thinking of moving somewhere. How many times have you
heard yourself saying, "Dude, what are you doing here? Nothing
fits right here." We're only here for the briefest of moments so
might as well get busy.
Why not start by doing something anything really.
I've begun small I've started by getting rid of a bunch of
stuff that I have in the house.
Golly Grandma was right....once ya buy a house you become a collector of
crap. Some of it's good crap, some of it's bad crap, and
some of it's just plain ole simple crap, but the one unifying characteristic
is that it's all crap.
I remember the freedom when I was living in my van.
Nothing to stop me but me I didn't have a lot of crap back then.

Hey, whats stopping you?
What is it that you'd like to do but are making excuses?
I think this year should be a bold one. The 'Finally Doing' year.
It doesn't need to be jumping out of airplanes, or moving to the moon.
It might just be finally going through the junk drawer, finishing that
book or recycling it.
This is the year of rebirth-revitalization-rediscovering-reinventing ourselves.
Well, I shouldn't really speak for you..sorry..this is going to be
my year of all that stuff.
Damn Right!
Thanks for popping by y'all.
I'm looking forward to hanging out with everyone of you.
Peace and Good Music
Trevor

New CD and Gigs

2009-11-11T06:17:00.002-06:00

Howdy Folks-

I know it's been awhile since I've written, but here I am to have at it again.
Good news. 'Troubled Times' is finished!!! Both the art and the recording is finally
finished. Everything's done!! I will be sending the master off for replication this
week, earand should have a finished product to sell by early December.

It's all very exciting, and I want to thank all of you for your patience and support.
I'd also like to tell you about a couple of shows that I have coming up.

November

Friday 13th Acoustic Cafe in Winona, Mn. 830pm
Saturday 14th JavaLive in Faribault, Mn 7pm
Friday the 21st The Blacksheep South St. Paul, Mn 6pm
Friday the 27th The Coffee Grounds Falcon Heights, Mn. 8pm
Saturday the 28th (In the works...Rochester Keep your eyes open)

This year has been a year of hard working both on the road and off of it.
I was a guest in Canada and had the great opportunity to write with a
one of my favorite musicians Dolores Dagenais. www.doloresdagenais.com
I also got to play some shows and meet a whole lot of very very kind folks there.
A little closer to home I also got to play a folk festival in Cleveland which
was also very cool. All the folks there were also very kind and we all had a blast.

I guess I'm feeling a bit more reflective about this year because I just turned 40.

I'm 20 twice....wow, now that's a wake up if I ever heard'a'one. I'm old enough

to have a kid in college. Now don't get me wrong I'm not depressed at all about this.

The last 40 were great and the next 40 is going to be better. On that note I will

sign off.

Thanks everyone for always coming to the shows and having a good time with me.

All my best

Trevor Marty

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A Facebook page too.

2009-09-28T19:29:00.001-05:00

I have a new music page on facebook too.
Come on by and say howdy. Y'all can stop by anytime.

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Rolling and Tumblin

2009-08-28T06:06:00.001-05:00

Howdy Everybody

Just wanted to send off a quick blog.
Ya know sometimes ya want to write something
profound and stunningly bright and shiny, but can't
find out what that might be.

Ahh well. Something happened reciently. Something that
surprised me. I mean really truely surprised me.
I ran out of space on my external hard drive. I've had
it hooked up to my studio pc for years and never gave it
another thought. 80 gigs of crazy never ending space
with which to put any darn thing I wanted to on.
Oh and I have. I have been going through and deciding what
is best to delete and what not to. Should I keep this if it's
in this format, because it's smaller, but then I don't have the
control should I ever want to do something with it.
I mean isn't this the same logic that old Aunt Martha had and
thats why her house is a dumpster with one aisle to the bathroom
one to the kitchen, the catbox, and the garage?
I mean lets be real with ourselves for a second.....more and more
space...means more and more junk. Right?

So I've decided to delete a bunch of stuff on the drive, and in my
life. I'm going to empty my house out of everything none essencial.
I can't wait to walk into an almost empty house.
BTW Does anyone want an old Lowrey Organ? It's got the footpedals, and
a spot for a leslie speaker. You can just have it, and if you feel
like giving me something. Well just give me what ever you feel is
fair.

Well, have a great and happy weekend everyone.

Here is a new video of me playing my new guitar.
(guitars don't count as stuff)

Rollin & Tumblin

Cleveland

2009-08-13T17:46:00.001-05:00

Someone took video while I was playing.
Here are two of the tunes I did.

Thanks for popping by.

Walking Blues
Robert Johnson

Trevor Marty stomping and sliding - yeah

Waiting
Trevor Marty

Trevor Marty "I'm Waitin' On You"

Thanks and be sure to check out the other awesome artists inside the viewing box.
Everyone had a great time and met new and old friends. Thanks everyone.

Trevor Marty

Just a little something

2009-07-08T05:50:00.001-05:00

It's quarter to 6 in the am on Thursday.
The sun is peaking up over my neighbors houses, and I can
hear 2 robins, and a house finch somewhere in the yard.
I find myself wishes lately that I lived somewhere
further away from the city. Someplace were I can see
more than a hand full of stars.

Here is a great Bob Dylan song that I started to cover.

Thanks for coming by
Trevor

Simple Twist of Fate

Just thinking

2009-06-21T16:51:00.000-05:00

Just Thinking

Wanda- "I like rainy dreary day's. They remind me of my time on the island.
It's funny," she continued "cause I hated it when I was there. A little
time and some growing up, and suddenly I realize just how lucky I was."

Grandma- "Why are you always talking like your some kind of wise old sage."
"I mean christ Wanda you're only 45 years old. You should just
go out and have some fun. Pick the best looking man you can find
and get him in the sack."

Wanda- "Grandma! Life isn't just about sex you know."

Grandma- "Maybe not for you, but at my age all i can do is remember.
You know it dries up after awhile of not being used."

Wanda- "La la la la la!!! Im not listening to you"
[puts fingers in her ears and prances around the room like a pony]
Wanda- "Grandma come on. Don't you ever want to listen to that
internal voice crying out for introspection. [puts her hands
on her hips dramiticaly]

Grandma- "No I told you there's plenty of time for that once
your dead. And you should stop acting like it. Jeez you just
mope around all day. Don't you realize how lucky you are?"

Wanda- "All right here we go again changing the subject
back to me when you know we were talking about you.
What are we going to do about the rent grandma? That's
why i brought this stuff up in the first place."

Grandma- "I told you what I think we should do. I want
to go to that island you mentioning. I don't know why you're
so hesitant to go. Is it the accident? You couldn't have helped
that. It wasn't you're fault honey."
[walks over to her and puts her hand on Wanda's back as Wanda
around. back facing the audience.]

Wanda- "I know. I do still think about it. I can't keep her
face out of my mind. Jossey still haunts me, and I think
it's mostly because of the fight we had just before she took
off."

Grandma- "Now I know for sure we have to go there. Book the tickets,
and call that weird aunt of yours. We'll need a place to stay."

===================================

Wanda knew that tone. The first time she heard it was
when she was 13 and had just burnt down the shed. Her
grandma had used it when she told her to get the belt
out of the drawer. They were going to the island, and
there was nothing she could do about it.
==================================

Howdy Folks-
That was kinda fun...I think I might just finish that.
It looks like a neato kinda thing.
June is a busy month for me both gigging and around the
house. Before I forget I should tell you that I'm playing
at the Macho Nacho bar and grill here in Rochester, Mn.
on the 29th. I'll be there from 7 till 11 so please come
on down.
Thursdays on First has started again this year and the video
included here is of a show I did on the main stage on the 18th
of the month. Be sure to come down and help support this sort
of thing in Rochester. Maureen and I will be busking a bunch
down there this year.
Have a great week.
Trevor

a quick letter

2009-06-05T06:16:00.001-05:00

Hey there everyone-

I just put together a little video for ya, and
wanted to remind everyone that I'm playing in
Winona, Mn. on Saturday at The Acoustic Cafe.

This video is from a gig I did in Minneapolis
at the Terminal Bar.
BTW While there I noticed another bands sticker
up on the sound booth....band from winona....Moondawg.
I looked down from the stage and saw some of
Winona looking back at me.
SWWEEEEETTTT!!!!

What a weekend huh?

2009-05-26T05:51:00.001-05:00

Howdy Folks-
It's a rainy morning and I must go to work.
Im not entirely sure how to start this, or really
what it is that Im going to write here.
See I've been trying to write an blog a week.
Just because I guess, and for no other reason
than that.
This weekend was Bob Dylans Birthday, so
here's a great video of him with the band.
From the hat he's wearing I'm guessing it's
from the Last Waltz.

This weekend I got a bunch of stuff done.
cleaned the table, planted a couple of things,
mowed the lawn, went out with a couple of buddies.

This morning I went to youtube and watched this
video on micro-finance and how its changing peoples
life's. The video was done in India and it showed
just a few people whose lives were changed by this.
The folks were loaned what amounts to 150 bucks, and
were able to get business going, by tools for work, ect.
They have a year to pay it back, and most do.
I want to learn more about this.

Here's a dude that knows how to play.

All my best
Trevor Marty

A Life of Art and Music

2009-05-01T20:04:00.000-05:00

What was I going to write in here? Oh yes, I wanted to write about a life of art and music.
I think it was a Tony Bennett coffee table book.
I'm almost positive.
"A Life of Art and Music" I remember it because it took my breath away. That's what I want.
Hell, that's not just what I want it's what I need. Almost like breathing clean air
and drinking clean water.

A need.

Good music,
Great art,
Delicious food & drink, and
everything that goes along with it.

Yes. Doesn't it make you just want to jump out of your skin and shout right out loud?
Which by the way is what that song of mine is all about. 'Shout'
Here in the mid-west at least amongst the folks that I know. The thing you get taught
is to hunker down and just be safe-bland, and as you get older you get more bland.
(can I say that? 'more bland' or is it 'blander')

If that's possible.

People look down upon you if; as you get older, you still like spicy food,
or are still in love with love, or how about staying up past nine pm just to catch Letterman.

***GASP***

I remember in my 20's feeling that everything was brand new. No one
had discovered what it was that I was feeling and seeing. The first dead show,
the first jam band, the first creme brule, the first all night love making, the first time
I stayed up all night accidentally because the conversation was just so "happening".
The time I realized that the great 'WE' included 'ME', and further that this same great
'WE' were going to change the world.
Now I realize that no one gets to go back, and
that there really isn't any point to chasing after those feelings like some crazed addict.
That's not what I'm saying. What I am saying is that although you can't ever go back
neither can you stop. Just because you're 'insert proper age here' doesn't mean ya
can't still be on fire with life.
Maybe it's better to ask ourselves this, "Why is it deemed proper to get bitter as
we get older?" I guess this begs the question or at least the statement/thought

How come we can't keep that 'beginners mind'? And what would happen if we could?

I wonder what it'd be like if everyone that read this would do something anything
right now to remind themselves that they're still alive.

This sounds like a promising movement to me. How about you?

I guess that's all I wanted to say.

Lets get this movement started huh?
Come on ya know you want to. Lets stay up a little late and go out and look at the
stars. I think their still shining.

Good luck
Trevor (Unca_T) Marty

Happy Mid-Week!!

2009-04-23T20:38:00.001-05:00

Hey everyone-
Happy mid-week.

I know I usually post these on the weekend, but I just had to
do it now. It's been such a great week, and I have a little
video for ya.
This is from a show I just did in Winona,mn. at Ed's No Name Bar.

I hope ya like it.
All my best
Trevor Marty

A new video and it's a 2'fer.

2009-03-25T05:22:00.001-05:00

Hey Folks-

I just played at JavaLive in Faribault, Mn., and a bunch of my family showed up.
My cousin *(who used to be just fee lass is a college graduate now when did I get
old?) anyway she took the video footage. It's great stuff.

Let me know what you think.

A gig I just did this weekend.
I couldn't decide which one to put up so...I did two.

2 for the price of One
My cousin Bryanna 'Cheddar' Hanson did all of the
camera work, and I think she did a bang up job.

The first song is called Maria and has a true story at the beginning.
If ya like the tune you can get it on itunes and/or cdbaby.
www.cdbaby.com/trevormarty

The 2nd one is going to be on the next disk, and is called 'Black cat lightning.

javalive

Monday Morning

2009-03-09T06:12:00.001-05:00

Howdy Folks-
Well, it's quarter to 6 am on Monday morning, and I don't have much to report.
What's happened this weekend? I bought a book, played guitar a bunch, messed
around with my cat, and shoveled. The weekend turned out pretty good I guess.
My Hibiscus plants are having a hard time lately. Keeping tropical plants through
the Winter has turned out to be a learning experience, and Im not sure if I've learned
enough. Ahh well. They will make it to Spring. All in all most of my plants have
done pretty well this Winter. I have 3 grow lights on in the house so that
they will get enough light.
I'm rambling on and on right now, but I guess I'm in a rambling sort of mood.
Do y'all take an inventory of what happened during the Winter?
I do. I ask myself what I lost this time, and what I gained.
Lost some friends, gained some weight. LOL. That's kinda how it goes ya know.
Lost some of my future retirement in the stock market gained a great president.
Lost some of my self-respect gained (well I'm sure I gained something in place of
it.)
Lost George Carlin, gained I don't know what to put here. There isn't anyone who
can take his place.
Anyways that just a little of what's going through my mind on Monday morning.

Best Wishes and Good Luck with your taxes.
Trevor Marty

Poems from a Rainbow Gathering in 1999

2009-03-01T13:11:00.001-06:00

Howdy Folks

Happy Sunday. Where I am at right now the run is reflecting off of snow and shining through windows. I got to clean some of the old crap from around the edges of my house this weekend.
I discovered a couple of poems. Okay well a few more than two. I'm going to put 2 of them here.
These 2 were written at a Rainbow Gathering in July 1999 in the middle of a forest in Pennsylvania. To be honest it was very early in the morning and the sun was beginning to rise above the tree line. I was up and out of my make shift tepee sitting on top of the van with my typewriter.

Neither of these poems may be used with out the express permission
of the author...ya that's me.

Mecca

They are all here
past, present and future
they are all here
within thin wisps of inscence and song

Of the morning bird they sing
of constant and consistent hope they sing

How do you answer a song
      when it is sung in a different language?

Today I saw into the eyes of a titan
an age old face
prune like, and leathery
Today I looked into the face of a child
   a young that spoke to me of wisdom
    with her smile.

The next one has this annotated on the side.
   rainbow 99. We are 2 and a half weeks from the date we left.
   It was a Saturday.

Untitled

Pearl strung raindrops
collide and fall sliding
to a parched country road.

Quenching the dusty dry cracked psyche

A naked goddess dances.
Drowning the country lane

she sings to darkened clouds.
wishing a rainbow into existence.

Hey I hope that you and everyone you know
has a wonderful day.

Trevor Marty

Come on Along.

2009-01-27T05:23:00.001-06:00

The 2nd day of my vacation to California I went to this biggie giant bridge. Heres the video.

a new video

2009-01-01T19:35:00.001-06:00

This song for me is a symbol.
It's a wish for someone/anyone/everyone.
My playing this song is like wishing that your story continues. The story which is everyones life everything from what happened to ya when ya broke your leg as a child to what happened on your wedding night.
Long May You Run...might just as well say
Long may you sing, dance, breath, think, be merry, be sad, be alive.
LOng may you travel, feel love, help children and old people and everyone in between.
LOng may you eat good, feel good.
Long may you run.
This song is a statement a final wish to someone somewhere.
Best Wishes
Trevor Unca_T Marty

Good Morning

2008-12-28T05:52:00.001-06:00

Howdy Folks-
It's 530 am on a Sunday Morning, and I'm thinking about calling in sick. I guess mainly because I don't want to walk to work. My back drive and the alley is frozen into a solid sheet of ice. I should just put little spikes in my bicycle tires and ride to work. Do you think we could earn some money that way? I've been thinking lately about changing my life up in an extreme way. No fooling. I mean cutting myself loose from the self-imposed shakles that I put on. I'm sure y'all know what I'm talking about. Liberation. When I moved to Rochester, Mn. I wrote an article for a little self-published zine called the Jasmine Times. In it I was talking about how this town was all about money and yucki vibes. That's why I'm still here right? Well, the money part yes. I could do without the yucki vibes, and without being the freakest guy on the block. To be honest though I think it's changing here. Well whether I'm just having a mild mid-life deal-i-bob or simply have the Winter_BluZ. I was in need of crazyness and I decided to create some.
Look at what I did.
What do you think? Cool huh?
There are also some other things which are in the planning stage, but should come to fruition this coming year.
Okay so what's the word for this year? Whats the movement for self?

LIBERATION!

I mean how many times have we all been guilty of saying stupid shit like,
"I think I'd really love to do (insert your favorite thing here), but I'm
just too (insert your favorite self-deprication here)."
Pardon my language but fuck that! You and I we're better than that stupid shit! Lets Liberate ourselves from that stupid shit.
Thats what this coming year is all about for me.
Wish me luck. It's going to be fun.
Best Wishes
Trevor Marty
ps look for me soon at the Black Sheep in South St. Paul

Snow snow snow and...

2008-12-16T19:50:00.001-06:00

Howdy Folks-

I just wanted to say that I am sick of Winter, and kinda rub it in that I am going to visit my friends in California. YIPPIE!!!

I just played at a nice little joint in South St. Paul called, 'The Black Sheep'. It was a blast!!!!
A lot of folks that I hadn't seen in a very long time came out to say howdy, and I want to say thanks to them.
It sure was a fun time. I got a bunch of video footage from the show and am mixing it into a cool little montage of sorts.
I think you will like it.

Hey if you have any ideas where you think I should play please just email, or comment them here. I am always up for playing new joints.

Well, happy holidays and best wishes.

Trevor Marty

Ps here is a little survival guide I made for Wintertime in Minnesota.

Cold in Minnesota

The FBI and Cake

2008-11-10T05:22:00.002-06:00

I love cake, and I think that the bestest cake in the world is
a birthday cake. Candles optional. Recently I turned 29 for the 10th time. Yup that makes yours truly 39 years old, and to be honest I never thought that it would happen.

I have led quite a life these short 39 years. From car chases, and guns to the FBI and beatings. Ahhh not at the same time though.
I'm only saying all of this to illustrate a point, and that point being that you never know what is around the corner.
Sometimes it's a great wonderful thing, and other times it's
an incredible challenge to ones humanity.
39 years, and the teachings of recent events have shown me that it's best to keep on diggin whats happening right now.
For example last month was god awful terrible. Sure it started off just like most months do, but ended in a fiery
glow. With in a matter of one week my lady-friend left me,
and I got hacked into. Leaving me without any email
accounts. Someone changed all my passwords, and that was just stupid of them. Funny thing though I have evidence
that points toward the attack coming from one of my myspace friends/fans. Interesting huh?

I had a show at this little tea and coffee house in Rochester, Mn. It was a wonderful time. Lots of folks arrived and my ma had came with a sneaky plan in mind.
She had called earlier and got two giant cakes ready, and then about half-way into the show she got the whole crowd to sing happy birthday to me and gave everyone a piece of cake. Their were like 30 people at the gig.
That was a first for sure. Being an entertainer and everyone singing to me.

Anyway it was a grand time, and I thank everyone who came, and I got to keep the cake.

Thanks everyone

Trevor Marty

Birthday, election, and a video

2008-11-05T08:52:00.000-06:00

Happy Day happy day!!

What a birthday present...yup it's my birthday and check it out..
A really awesome sweep of the election.

Hot DAmn.

I hope that you like this new video.
Thanks
Trevor

Painting, and being sick

2008-10-24T17:47:00.006-05:00

Hello my pretties
I'm painting my studio room, and only got half-way because the fumes were giving me a sour throat, or so I thought. It turned out that I was getting a cold, and man has it arrived. I'm so congested I'm thinking of that political catch phrase, "Drill baby drill" and smiling. Lets just tell everyone that there's oil in my sinus cavities and
hope it works huh?From 4blogs

Good Golly! At least I don't have a gig anytime soon. The next one BTW is going to be in Rochester, Mn. on November 8th at the Vintage Light Coffee and Tea house. It's in the old Kona Coast spot.
Just think ShopKo by the theater.

I'm trying to get two of my windows replaced in this old house of mine, but it seems like everyone who claims they're going to do it...bales. It's very frustrating, but I'm sure that
at some point it will get done. I hope that I don't loose to much heat from the window this
winter.From 4blogs

Ahh well, so much for this entry.
Trevor

Session Work

2008-09-28T19:42:00.003-05:00

Howdy Folks-

I hope that everyone's doing okay on this fine fine day.
Im still trying to figure out this podcasting thing.
I have a bunch of stuff to put out there and I think everyone
would really dig on. Well, bit by bit I'll figure it out.

I started writing this with a point and now have plum
forgot it.

The kind folks at McLooney Tunes Studio and I have been
working hard at getting this next disk out, and beleive
it or not it's about half-way finished. Haveing said that
I will also say that I think it's taking forever, but thats
only because of the day job. It takes a bunch of time and energy.
If you want to hear a couple of tunes from it go to www.myspace.com/trevormarty
There are a couple of tunes from it.

I'm looking for names for this project so if ya feel like being creative
just send me your ideas.
so far I've just got these
Convict Songs
Scoundral
Thunderbay
The Trolls are coming Hide the Children..(Im partial to this one but Sue isn't)

Well, enough for now.
Don't forget to vote, and support local artists

Trevor Marty

testing

2008-09-11T15:40:00.001-05:00

Hey I would like to see if this will work.
If it does than I can just email a little letter
to the blog and everyone will be able to read it.

Yippie.
Cross your toes.

Trevor
www.trevormarty.com
www.myspace.com/trevormarty
www.cdbaby.com/trevormarty

royalty free sound effects

2008-02-24T08:51:00.000-06:00

By now everyone has heard of and even hung out and listened to differant podcasts right? We've all got our favorite ones too. Some of my favorites are on NPR. They have a bunch of stuff. I once downloaded an interview with Alisson Kraus and Robert Plant on their new album.
Another great place to find some tastey little podcast treats is across the pond. Goto the bbc's website. HOLY SWEET AND SOUR PORK RINDS!!!

How many folks here remember listening to old time radio shows? I would turn out the lights in my room and go to sleep listening to the Shadow, or War of the Worlds.
Great Googly Mooglies!!! Boy did that scare the willies out of me. I must admit that in my opinion the most underrated person on the team (back then) was the sound effect people.
Thats the stuff which really made the story great!!!!
That being said I found a wonderful site that has a bunch of freedie as in royalty free sound effects.
Everything from humpback whales to warfare.
I don't know how to post any of those things right into this blog or I'd do just that.
But I do know how to post the link to their site.

Royalty Free Music and Sound Effects Download the music and sound effects you need for your multimedia project today at Partners In Rhyme.

Now this is really fun stuff folks, so come on by and have a great ole time.
Best Wishes in the coming week.
Trevor Marty

bit of a story I started writing...what do ya think?

2008-02-10T17:50:00.000-06:00

Floyd’s Big Adventure
T.A.Marty

The Spider Twins

"Henry Bugsworth Longfellow couldn't have written a better poem than mine," complained Floyd. He couldn’t figure out why his poem, "Bugs need Loving too" wasn't accepted into the school newspaper. He even knew it by heart.
" 'B' is for beautiful
'U' is for ultra-violet distinguishing gentle waves of ...
'G'rrrrrravy boat needs.
'Swinging in a necessary cellular memory
All it means is
Bugs need loving too."

His friend, Joany tried not to laugh to hard at what she bet was the five hundredth time he had tried writing a poem. She was really nice and very supportive of his adventures in writing. She always went to the poetry readings he went to, and she always asked questions she figured were important. Things like, "What did you mean when you said 'ultra-violet'?" But there was no getting around the fact that Floyd just couldn't write.
Joany and Floyd met when he was on a street corner reciting his poetry. What made her interested in him was that she thought he was just being funny. That he was making up dumb stuff and it was just a big gag. Eventually though she just thought he was sweet. He was determined there wasn’t anything that would stop him. He was out to write the best poem in the world; Floyd wanted to find the one that would make people dance, shout, declare peace, and maybe even cry.

Nera the crow was the oldest living thing around, next to the trees. She is so old that no one remembers when she was born. She has just always been around and everyone knows that she’s magical, because how else would she have stayed alive since forever. Even people who don’t beleave in such things beleave in her. It was Nera that put an end to that silly war between the Moles and the Beavers, and it was her again who helped little Shawn Taylor, the farmers boy, find his way back home when he got lost in Dandelion woods. Nera has always been the one to announce the coming of spring, and the arrival of Autumn. She is the bravest, and the strongest of all the critters. If she does ever die the whole world around Dorian creek will miss her. So everyone knows about her, but not everyone knows that she is terribly absent minded, and always looses her keys. As a matter of fact she even grants people wishes who help to find her keys. This is what Floyd had found in the library at his school.
It was a warm spring day and the two of them were studying for there last big test of the school year when Floyd came across the story about Nera. The stories all told about how absent minded she was and how she granted wishes to the people who find her key.
"Joany, check this out! There’s this story on that old crow named Nera. It says that she will give you whatever you wish for as long as you can find her key. This is just what I've been looking for! It says she lives somewhere across the river. Lets go down there and look after school huh?" Floyd pleaded and begged. “Today is the last day of school, summer vacation starts today after the last bell. Please....” He even promised to change his smelly socks if she'd go but to know avail.
Joany wanted nothing to do with that side of town. Ever since, that big man creature squashed her second cousin through marriage on her mother’s side, she was never the same. His name was Frederick Dragonfly and he had the biggest wings of any bug she knew. When the sun hit them right she could see rainbows shining through. He used to drive a bottle cap taxicab with his big wings. You’d sit inside the cap and he would pick you up from behind and away you'd go, and since he was so big if it rained you would be protected by his body. He brought Joany to see her grandmother’s new place on Christmas one year. Little Joany hadn’t realized that dragonflies could fly so fast considering her little Japanese Beetle wings were only good enough to float on a breeze. While Floyd was simply out of luck because Caterpillars can’t fly at all. She remembered like it was yesterday. It was so cold that she had to wear leggings.

“Hey Floyd I have a Christmas present for you.” She handed him a very squishy present wrapped in last Sunday’s comics.
“Joany! I thought that we weren’t going to give each other presents this year. We were going to try and be humble and not get anything. We were going to give things to the Toys for Tot’s organization.” Floyd didn’t know what to do because this meant that he was in the dog house, because he hadn’t got her anything.
“I know but I just couldn’t pass these up. I hope you’re not upset, because it’s really little. When I saw them I totally needed to get them for you they have your name written all over them.” She loved to build the anticipation. He couldn’t take it any longer, and tore the paper away in great rips and what lay beneath... Socks with pens and paper printed all over the outside.
“Hey these are so cool that I’m putting them on now!” He sat right down in the snow took his old ones off and put the new ones on.
“Well I have to go to my grandma’s house now so Merry Christmas.” She gave him a quick hug and then took off at a run for her mothers house letting him out of the trouble he was sure he was in. He walked home smiling in his new socks. When she got there Fredrick Dragonfly was already waiting for her. She was very excited because it was going to be her first time getting a ride in his taxi cab all by herself.
“You’re late little girl,” she really didn’t need her mother to tell her what she already knew.
“ Yes I had to give Floyd his present; I got him socks. I’m so excited Fredrick, and I am totally ready.”
“All right I have big comforter for you to cuddle up in while I’m flying.” He was so big that he had to duck low so that he wouldn’t hit his head on the ceiling and his wings were pulled in very tight to his body. Fredrick had huge gentle black eyes, and he always wore a smile on his face. He had wings that were almost see through except in the sun when they would cast rainbows across the streets that he was flying through. Now he was tucking her into the great big green comforter and getting ready to fly.
“Hold on tight Joany, here we go.” Up and up into the sky they flew, higher than Joany had ever been before. The blanket was warm and Joany was glowing from the inside out. She had never been to frightened of anything and now they were going so fast that the lights became little streamers. They looked like lines of white in a field of darkening night. They were going west to the other side of town and she could just make out the last of the sunset in the distance with its purple turning slowly to black, and the first of the stars showing behind her. She couldn’t imagine herself being any happier then she was right now. Perhaps she is glowing like the other stars in the same sky. The cool wind was blowing turning her cheeks nice and rosy just like Santa Clause. This is what freedom felt like to her. She didn’t have any school work to do, she was on her way to her grandma’s for Christmas, and she was flying. Not just flying but going faster and higher then she had ever gone before. Joany was so happy.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I am not now nor will I ever be going to that side of town again. You know what happened to my poor cousin Frederick. Because of what that big man creature did he will never see his baby dragonflies graduate college or see his grand babies." Joany was being as firm as she could without hurting his feelings. She didn’t want to go over the river to that side of town. She didn’t feel strong enough, but the truth of the matter was that her Grandma lived over there, not to mention Frederick’s widow and children.
"Look," he pleaded, "I know what happened to him was terrible but you can't stay on this side forever, especially when all your relatives live over there. Why don't we have a nice slow walk over the bridge and go to your Grandma’s? It will be nice to see the river where we where born. We can skip rocks, go swimming, and even have a camp out. It'll be fun! We will get the whole gang to come!"

"Yes,” said Joany pondering, “That would be fun. Sedrick and Tony, the Irish Potato bug brothers will come, and Spaz the Lightening Bug loves to be out at night playing games.” Joany was starting to change her mind. Maybe things would be okay after all they had studied hard the last few weeks and having a little camp out would be wonderful. Floyd loved to see her exited about something. She would get a twinkle in her eyes and then away she'd go with the idea.

“There’s the bell. I have class, but I'll tell the Potato clan if you tell the Lightening family. We'll meet by the clock tower after school, and all walk together." He got up and was off to class as fast as he could go.

"So where are the brothers?" Joany asked? She was frustrated because she didn't think she did very well on one of her tests. Now that summer vacation was here she wouldn't be able to and find out anytime soon.
The clock tower had always been the place were everyone would meet. It had as many memories as blades of grass blowing around. Picnics and school dances were held their. Every year a midsummer dance was held at that very spot. It was the best part of summer vacation. Parents and teachers would come with the smaller kids in tow. It was a time for everyone to connect and just have fun, with no expectations. It had been going on for so many years that nobody could count that high. Many of the folks with children now had met their first sweetheart there. It looked like a small version of ‘Big Ben’ yet it still stood way above there heads. It was standing watchful on a concrete slab in the center of a three foot circle. When you came up from the bridge you saw it standing; telling time for everyone. And was the perfect place to skateboard, or start an adventure.
"They had to ask their Mom,” Floyd replied, “ but Sedrick says he'll probably have to meet us at his house because he has some chores to do first. And Tony's grounded on account of getting an 'F' in math." Floyd explained as he came up next to her.

"Spaz said she'd meet up with us at the bridge, so we should get going." Joany said. Spaz the Lightening bug was just as her name promised she would be. She had ADHD, and even though she was on medicine to slow her down she was still the class clown. She was always jumping around in her seat and lighting her tail for all the kids to see, and laugh. She's from a split family, and she didn't get to see her Dad much, so it was just her and her Mom. Her Mom worked a lot but was really nice and everyone loved her. Spaz had nice foldable wings and cute brown hair, which always bounced around in a ponytail on top of her head.
"Cool, I'm glad that Spaz can go, she makes everything so fun. Oh do you the time when she was in the school play, and her tail wouldn't stop blinking on and off?! Ha ha ha!"
"Floyd, don't you dare bring that up to her, she was so embarrassed! She was just learning how to use it. If you say anything about that to her I won’t ever speak to you again," Joany was almost yelling at him she was so serious.
"Okay, Okay I won't say anything. I wasn't going to anyway. Geez!” He wasn't laughing anymore, just looking down at all eight of his feet. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"Sorry, but I get kind of protective of her. Hey, there she is. Spaz! Over here!"

Spaz was looking down from the middle of the bridge and throwing rocks into the water. She was the same size as the others and was wearing glasses.
"I didn't know you wore glasses Spaz," said Floyd.
"Yes, I just got them yesterday. I was just about to throw them in the river when you saw me. Do you want to throw rocks at them instead?" She was excited and bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"No way! Don't do that. I did that to mine when I first got them and man, did I get in trouble. I was grounded for like a month," he said. They walked over the bridge and continued down the bike path on the other side. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and the river was just meandering lazily along while they walked along in silence lost in their own little after-school world. The leaves swam through sunlight as it fell like water from the sky. They stopped at each of their homes to grab camping gear and food. All of their parents thought it was a great idea, and this was probably because it would leave them time to themselves. When they finally got to Sedrick’s house, they could see little kids everywhere. Nobody knew which ones were his sisters and brothers. His mother ran a daycare, so there were always little kids around.
"Ma!” Hollered one little girl as she ran up to them. She had the brightest red hair and biggest freckles all over a dirty face. "Sedrick’s friends are here!" She continued to run toward them jumping up and down asking, "Can I come too? Can I come too? Please!" The little group of friends didn't know what to say. Then Spaz the spontaneous Lightening Bug scooped her in her arms and flew around the top of the house a couple of times. The little girl giggled and giggled, and when Spaz finally put her down she just begged to do it all over again.
"I see you've made a friend ,”said Sedrick as he hurried out of the house drying his hands. "I was just finishing up the dishes. Let me get my camping gear.”
"Please Sed, let me come along? Please? I won’t be a bother.” She was holding his hand and tugging on his pants.
"No you can't come along. This is big kid stuff. Ma! Tell her she can't come." His mother came over to him, grabbed the little girl in her big arms and held her tight even though she was squirming.
"No, you can't go with them. I have some important stuff for you to do here. I'm making a cake and I need a taster. Do you think you could help me with that?" His mother always knew the right thing to say to distract someone’s attention.
"I'll bring you back a magic rock," Sedrick promised and then he ran inside to get his stuff.
"What’s your name?" asked Spaz as she walked with the pretty red-haired girl.
"I'm Elizabeth. Will you make sure my brother brings me back a rock? Make it a really cool one with stripes and stuff."
"Sure, I'll whip the tar out of him if he doesn't," Spaz laughed.
"Sed, do you have enough food to last you till tomorrow afternoon?" his mother asked affectionately.
"Yeah, but we’ll be gone until supper tomorrow. I hope that's OK,” he knew he was pushing his luck but everything turned out OK and she let him stay until then.
"Okay but if you miss supper, you will be joining your brother in his grounding."
Soon Sedrick and the whole gang were on their way again, and everyone was eating homemade bread and jelly sandwiches his mother had made for them. The day began to unwind, as they stepped off the bike bath onto a well-worn footpath. It ran alongside the river and had for so many years that thousands of little feet had worn a groove into the earth. From their parents to their grandparents had wandered alongside this river. Trees grew thick here they were giants that felt like old friends shading them from the sun. These same giants had been protecting the footpaths passengers for hundreds of years.
***The sun was turning day to dusk and everyone began thinking about building a campfire, and setting up for the night. They had walked quite a few miles when they came upon a nice clearing in the woods. It was just fifty yards from the bank of the river and it was just big enough to set up tents and build a campfire. Everyone had been in the 'Bug Scouts' and knew fire safety and containment. In fact, they had just received their ‘Camping Badge'. As everyone set up their tents the birds n the trees sang them a lullaby. By the time they finished, the sun had set and they had build a nice fire. Spaz had gone to visit some cousins she hardly ever saw who lived nearby. The others were just relaxing and the fire was blazing.
"So how do you think you did on the herbology test, Sed?" Floyd asked from across the fire. All he could see of Sed was the yellow glow of firelight. The waves of heat barely reached Floyd, but everything around Sedrick was a blur.
"Pretty good, I didn't have a lot of time to study because my sister was being a brat, but overall I think I did Okay."
Joany chimed in now, "I think I did terrible, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I just know I could've done so much better, if I had only studied more." She always said those kinds of things even though she was getting the best marks in the class.
"Yeah, right. You’re doing better than everyone else, and tutor half the class, you could possibly have done that bad. You’re such a silly bug." Floyd teased her as he tickled her ribs. They eventually became quiet, and started to drift in and out of sleep. Then suddenly they became keenly aware of everything around them. There was painful silence in the woods- and even the cricket’s stopped singing. The three of them stood up and to look around.
“SNAP!”, a stick broke. Somebody was watching them.
"Spaz is that you?" Joany asked in a cracking voice. No one answered, the quiet increased in volume and in intensity. The only thing sound they could hear besides their heartbeats was the crackling of the fire. Sedrick reached down and grabbed the biggest log he could hold. Floyd did the same. They took different positions at the fire’s edge, and looked into the night; somebody was coming.
Suddenly there was a light in the distance and the sound of wrestling and yelling. It was Spaz blinking her butt on and off and shouting. Sedrick ran into the woods toward the sounds of the struggle.
Suddenly, Floyd heard something rush through the woods. It was getting closer, and roaring like a human. Floyd was so scared he closed his eyes. He started to swing his club preparing himself for anything that would come. In an instant there was a tremendous sound and a struggle. The club was wrenched from his grasp and he found himself wrapped in something sticky and hanging from a tree. There was only laughter below him, but from where he was hanging he could see where Sedrick had gone to help Spaz. And from what he could see they where wrestling with...
"Fernando Spider!!! What were you thinking?" Floyd yelled out from his sticky height. Just as he yelled, Sed and Spaz got the better of their eight-legged friend and tackled him. It was at that moment Floyd saw another spider dangling in front of him laughing her fool head off.
"Rosa Spider! You let him down right now," Joany commanded. She could sound very parental when she wanted to.
"Okay, if you insist." She cut the tie that was holding him and down he fell with a clump! Into the thick soft grass.
When everyone came back to regroup, the spider twins were still giggling.
"We just wanted to come along, but since you didn't invite us we had hurt feelings, so we decided to play a joke on you," Rosa said. The two of them were still smiling, and giggling.
"We’re sorry we didn't invite you. We should have asked," Spaz and Sedrick said together.
"I thought about it, but figured you had stuff to do," said Joany.
"Well now that you're here, lets have some 'S'mores," said Floyd. They all talked into the night and fell asleep one by one next to the campfire in their sleeping bags.

Cool New entry.

2008-02-03T22:16:00.001-06:00

Howdy Folks

Sue and I just played our 2nd show ever, and our first one at Starbucks.
It was so great that we got a couple of photos.

Yippie!!!
There's also a couple of videos near the bottom for you to check out.

View Album

Get your own

Wayfaring Stranger

Your Cheating Heart.

BEst Wishes
Trevor

unca_t's nightmare (again)

2008-01-23T10:50:00.000-06:00

Howdy Folks-

This blog entry is a bit heavier than normal, but with a nice refreshing side order too.
I just wanted to let everyone know how lucky I feel to have you all as friends yes all six hundred and something of you, and to still be around and kicken.

Sue and I were just in a terrible car accident. We were driving just fine in all this snow, and suddenly this car is facing south in a northbound lane. With cars to my right and my left, and a bunch of them behind ... well you know the rest.
At the end of it all there were like 10 cars piled up on either side of the expressway.

Not to long ago I broke my wrist, the dr's found it necessary to put some metal in it to keep it going. Then they told me I'd never play music again.

These songs were all composed after that accident.

Just hit play.

You will find the pictures below will explain it all.
Nothing stops the human spirit. Nothing.

How does this accident connect to that one?

Both could have been worse, both were life changing.
What I have gotten out of this one is that I am very greatful for being alive.
Very greatful that I have been able to share my joy...aka my music to folks all over the place, and very greatful to have met most of you either on line or in RL.

Best Wishes
Trevor Marty

Crazy ass show

2008-01-18T19:44:00.000-06:00

Glory Be and Howdy Folks-

I hope that everyone is having a wonderful day. I am having a beautiful day off.
I have to work this weekend, but then starting Monday I am on VACATION!!!!
With no plans I and Sue will be drinking beer, watching movies in pj's, and the rest none of you_Z need to know...
LOL

Well, one thing I wanted to do here is thank everyone who has helped to support this skinny, hippietype musician over all these years. I love that you come to my shows and buy the cd's. I love that everytime I check on my blog there's like 8 or 10 views a day even when I haven't put anything up. I wish I could have a party and invite everyone to it, because yawl rock!!!!!

Okay now I have a surprise for you guys.
Here is a really neato video of me playing SMB in front of over 300 people!!!
It was also simulcast to at least two other states. I hope you enjoy it.

Best Wishes
Trevor Marty

Band Names and New Years

2007-12-30T15:43:00.000-06:00

Howdy Folks-
I just wanted to send off this little blog entry before that old new years coming rolling around. The last one of the year.
Every year I have the same resolution "to foster a healthy phuk it attitude".

I wanted to just wish everyone the best of days for the now and in the future.

I also wanted to let you know that Sue and I had our first show a few nights ago.
It went wonderfully, and now we need a band name.

The two videos will explain it all.

Best Wishes
Trevor Marty

Here is us asking for your help.

This one is us playing so you have an example to go by.

Happy HoliDAZE

2007-12-08T17:10:00.000-06:00

Howdy Folks

I am in the midst of writing a biggie blog on Justice, but it is taking me a bit longer than expected.
I'm not entirely sure how to begin it ya know.
Justice is a very biggie thingy.

Anyway

Here is a little song that Sue and I recorded this morning.

We hope you enjoy it.

Happy HOlidays and all that rot.

Best Wishes
Trevor

new Vid

2007-11-21T17:02:00.000-06:00

Howdy Folks-

I just thought I'd send everyone a little howdy and best wishes for a very very happy Thanksgiving.

Best wishes
Trevor

:cool:

Spiritual Healing

2007-11-10T12:28:00.001-06:00

Howdy Folks
Here's a differant kind of entry for me, but it's been on my mind lately.

I've been thinking about this lately, and this idea calm's me.
It's the idea that somehow we are all moving in a wonderfully
beautiful direction.

One of my biggest and hardest lessons has been
•that the universe has positive things in store for me,
•and that I am going in the right direction.

All the choices I have made in my short time here
on this planet have brought me to this moment.
It's an epiphanic moment when everything comes together, and
shines.

Sunshine on a river in the summer.
That's how I felt as I walked into my home after signing a crap-ton
of paperwork. Now I realize that "things" shouldn't really or can't really
give someone a feeling. The reason they do...in my opinion
is that they were a goal. Continuing with the example of my
home. When I walked through the doors after it was mine this glorious
calms descended on me. I felt as if all things were in order.
A goal of mine had been accomplished.

But how does this relate to the title, Spiritual Healing?

Perhaps we have to look at our own lives.
In my life at least in the beginning I learned what it was to
be a victim. The first almost 18 years of my life was all
about surviving to the next second. I mean that in no
half-assed slacker kind of way either. It was and is a mean
way to raise children. To be the victim of domestic violence
for many years makes for a long recovery.
(I think I said that right)
Spiritual healing for me is all about being free and still alive.
I know that's a very broad definition, but it's the best I can
do for now.

It's hard to focus on to 'pan'
out (like a miner's gold) these ideas.

I want them to be that same gold in the bottom of the
pan. Sometimes though ideas take a little longer.
Perhaps this spiritual healing is more like springtime than
panning for gold.

It takes water, love, sunshine, and weeding.
Then one day a person walks into their garden and
up it's shot overnight an idea right through the ground.

Best of luck in all things
Trevor

recipe and vid.

2007-11-09T10:43:00.000-06:00

Hey there folks

I just thought that I'd share one of my all time favorite recipe's,
and I just discovered it yesterday.

Yippie.

Okay so my recipe is as follows.

1 LBS of medium shrimp
1 tbls rosemary
1 tsp red pepper flakes
2tbls olive oil
a couple garlic cloves.
-------------------------

Oil in skillet w/ garlic medium heat
throw in rosemary, pepper flakes, and shrimp
@ the same time. Cook till done.
I used tiny shrimps, and they were precooked
and frozen because they just don't get fresh stuff
here.

I also boiled a bunch of spiral noodles and threw the
whole mess together. BAM!!
Boy it's quite a bunch of flavor, and it's quite warm too.
So with kids you might want to tone down the pepper.

Best of luck in all things.
Trevor

PS and here is a wonderful video.

sunday morning coming down

2007-10-31T10:12:00.000-05:00

The other morning, it was a Sunday, I woke up Gently. I capitalized the word because it was just that cool.

It was nine o'clock when Sue and I pulled ourselves out

of bed. The sun came shouting through what was left of

orange, red, brown, and yellow leaves landing on drowzy

frosted white grass like a kid with a brand new cap gun.

The temperature had dropped and

Jack Frost had left his present on the lawn.

I just love that part of autumn.

My birthday is in November and it used to be a hateful time

because suddenly it was colder and I had to go back to school.

Now however it's all about a simple few moments of

reflection. Some mirror talk...

"Howdy Fellah, you kick ass."

Coffee in one hand and binoculars in the other

I went to the window to watch everything

wake up. I saw all these birds not to mention

red squirrels, gray squirrels, a couple of dogs, our cats

-- (Which are an entirely different story) -- all kinds of

life seemed to be rejoicing in the morning. We were,

all of us hanging out, and having breakfast together.

Seemed like every winter bird I knew plus some of the

'Heavy duty' summer fellahs were at the feeders.

Some crazy Woodpeckers, lots of Sparrows of different

Varieties, a gaggle of Cardinals, shit tons of Chickadees, and they

brought their cousins, the Nuthatches, oh and how could I

forget about Winter Wrens.

What's my point in telling you this?

Well here goes.

Gas just jumped up because Mr. Bush (he's not my president)

decided to do a little saber rattling with Iran again.

And the best guess that anyone has is that it's not

going back down, and even if it did what about

the environment?

Everywhere a person turns the negative stuff is

jumping down our throats, and an election is about to start.

Which means a lot of smear campaigns and no one likes that.

Not to mention winter is coming, and that means

below zero temperatures and ice storms.

If you look at it there's a bunch of things to be

freaked out about. Oh and I almost forgot

about that paranoid idea about 2012.

"A giant hippo shaped asteroid is barreling

down on us man."

But there is also a lot of neato

stuff still going on too.

Let's make a pact you and I.

Here is it.

Although, we will remain educated folks watching

the news, reading the paper;

we will not forget to add a healthy bit of that

all essential "Phuk It!" to the soup.

Not forget to smile,

not forget to watch the sunrise,

look for shooting stars, play with someone or thing,

buy a teddy bear, feed the birds.

Anything so long as we don't forget to laugh.

Don't forget to laugh.
BTW here is another little video we made this same Sunday.

Turtles are just so cool!!!

2007-10-18T16:23:00.000-05:00

Howdy Everyone-

I have begun to put on video some of the songs that I have been playing at shows for a long time now. Here is one of them.

I hope you enjoy it.
Wishing you the best!
Trevor Marty

I see myself in this guy...

2007-10-15T21:25:00.000-05:00

The one man or woman band idea is honestly one of the bravest things to do.
I mean here are a couple of them, and I'll let you decide.
I can kinda get with this...

it would be so fun, and a little embarrassing, but way fun!!!!

or maybe this guy.

And this guy really has a new flavor on the one man band thingy.

Great wishes to you
Trevor Marty
www.cdbaby.com/trevormarty

Feeling a bit playful

2007-09-30T20:44:00.001-05:00

Hey there Folks-

Boy I sure was wishing that it would have been a bit brighter than it was here.
I don't think that sun came out once. It was just gray and rainy almost all day, so I went with it.

I recorded this song in my kitchen, so you are warned and I was feeling playful.

LOL.
Thanks for everything.
Trevor Marty

New Song

2007-09-22T11:54:00.001-05:00

Howdy Folks-

Well, I have just finished eating breakfast, and there is a relative calm in the house. Sue and I are introducing our cats to one another. I have never heard such evil sounds.
I hope that you are having a lovely Saturday Morning.

I have beenhard at work on the next cd and to prove it I have posted a rough mix of an instrumental song I just finished recording.
Come on by and give it a listen. It's the first one on the myspace player.
It's called Britta-Katherine.

Let me know what you think.
Oh and here is a lovely video of Richard and Linda Thompson doing give a heart a home.

Have a great day.
Trevor Marty

New Song

2007-09-22T11:54:00.000-05:00

Wine and Song

2007-09-18T21:08:00.001-05:00

Not all that long ago, I was at this crazy convention. It was cool, and all paid for.

No really.

Okay, so Im in this Union called Unite HERE and the local affiliate is "Local 21".

Well, I was elected to go as a delegate and check some stuff out. MAN!!!! It was so neato.

Anyway so if you want to see all my photos from it....Hmmm, maybe I should make a slide show or something....yes, I will.
In the mean time...here is a picture of me speaking in front of the whole bunch of'em.

Ya, not many just like 300 or so.
I know I know ....you got Mad Respect.
This is as it should be....
(all kidding aside...it was very fun and I did learn a great deal.)

Good Luck to all of you.
Trevor Marty

ps look for the slide show it's a_coming.

Minnesota State Fair

2007-08-22T22:46:00.001-05:00

Howdy Folks-

I just wanted to get everyone in on the coolest of all things happening this weekend.
I'm playing at the Minnesota State Fair.

Okay, kinda.

Everyone who has ever been their will remember the Crepe place right? Well they have an acoustic stage and that's where I will be on Saturday (that's this Saturday) I'm playing from 3pm to 5pm which is a great time to be doing it.

Im sure you have all heard of the tragic rain and flood waters that have killed some and taken many others homes in South Eastern Minnesota. I won't go into the raw data, because Im sure you've heard it by now. What I do want to say is this...

All of the profits that go in my tip jar; as well as, whatever cd sales I get from this show are going to be DONATED to the Red Cross in Winona's Disaster fund. So please come on down and help a family or two.

Winona is my home town, and I know they are doing a good work. Helping the blue collar folks like yourselves get back on their feet.

I also want to note that this is strictly what I am doing and has no affiliation with the kind folks hosting the acoustic stage or anyone else at the state fair. *** This disclaimer is intended to keep me out of trouble. Lets hope it works.***
BTW if you can't come to the show and feel a need to donate money to what they are doing....
here is the link below.
http://www.winonacountyredcross.org/g5-bin/client.cgi?G5button=8348&categoryID=3140

I think thats it for now. I hope that I've spelled everything correctly and gotten all the grammer right.

Best of luck to you
Trevor Marty

Hey Folks

2007-07-28T07:59:00.000-05:00

Howdy Folks-

Hey something kinda cool happened...I think. I have been playing at this place called Sontes in Rochester, Mn. and one of the first times I was playing there a reporter from Minneapolis Star Tribune came down and did a review of the place.
Steve Rice was the guys name, and he did an incredible job on the review.
It's done as a slide show and he actually did all of SE Minnesota and reviewed three places at the same time. Sontes is in the middle, and if you look at the picture of the owner of Sontes as she is walking across the floor you can see me in the far right of the photo. I also believe it's my music you hear in the beginning of the Sontes Clip.
Cool huh?

Here' s the link.

Sontes and Trevor

You will have to cut and paste it.
Good Luck in everything you do
Trevor Marty

hmmmmm, what do I write about?

2007-07-21T20:53:00.001-05:00

Hmmm, now what do I want to write about?
Well, I could tell you all about this crazy experience I had as a boy with a pellet gun. Well, okay maybe not that one....okay how about this one I had when I was just as little and it was wintertime.

Yes thats the one.
I was all of like 12 years old, and living in the country right by this old beat up lake. It was in the middle of the coldest winter I had yet experienced, but even so being all young and stupid my buddy and I went out into the cold.
He was the neighbor kid, and we used to get in all sorts of trouble Everything from BB gun fights with the other neighbor boys to falling through the ice.
There was a lake behind our houses and in the front and on the other side of the road was the scary swamp. Dan and I went out to the swamp to watch turtles and practice our war cries. Yup this hippie_dippie did just that.

Both of our parents had told us to stay off the ice, but we were to young to do what they said, so off we went.

When stepping on fragile ice you must first spread yourself apart from the other folks that are out there doing the same thing you are. After all you may be buddies, but who wants to fall through the ice.
Dan and I started off slowly about 6 or 7 feet apart, and every movement was slow and painful. I never quite lifted my foot so much as slid it across the ice. The first loud crack came from his side like a rifle going off in your ear. We froze in our tracks...(ya I know but I had to use that word...come on.) We stopped for a long ass time man. It was so long that I swear the Starship Voyager could have gotten home.
We slowly inched our way out and into the middle of the swamp. The referance don't go out on the black ice is very accurate, and I just want everyone to know that.
We got out to the middle of the whole thing and looked all around.

Man let me tell you about that feeling. We had just proved to ourselves that our parents didn't know squat. Heck we even shook hands right then and there deciding it. We were so cool we were going to go finish the journey to the otherside of the swamp.

Just as we started out toward the other side it happened. Now maybe it was the combined weight of both of us little boys, or perhaps it was the shaking of our happy little hands, or maybe the ice just wasn't thick enough yet. I dont know and to be honest I don't loose all that much sleep on it either. All I do know and will never forget was the sinking of my friend. Wierd huh? There was no big glorious ice crunch. I just looked at him and noticed that suddenly I was taller than he was. If I can borrow from an over used phrase...the whole thing went in slow motion. I noticed that he just kinda sunk about 6 inches before I followed suit and before we knew it. SPLOOSH!!!! Into the cold water we went. Dude. YOu have not felt cold in your life until this happens to you. Nope you really haven't. I know your trying to come up with something now, but it isn't going to work. All right go ahead....no colder than that.

Colder than that.
In the very moment that I fell through and got wet I felt a million frozen little nail running into my little body.
You can even feel your heart jump up and say,
"Holy Crap alive what in the Sam hell are you doing?"
We were fortunate and only went in up to our chests, and immediately jumped out. I swear something or someone was watching the two of us because the ice didn't break when we climbed out. It also held when we walked back across the ice from were we came instead of around and on the far side of the swamp.
Well, thats the story really. We both got home okay teeth chattering and pants freezing along the way. Neither one of us told our parents about it, and I still haven't.

Thats all I can say, except don't do that kids. It's just not fun.

Oh and before I forget I have been learning this new song. Well, it's actually an old Bobby Dylan tune that everyone and there brother knows. Will I ever play it out? Maybe, maybe not. Probably.

Do lots of other people play it out, sure. There are a great many wonderful tunes to play, and a vast uncharted sea of tunes to create. I think that if there is a bunch of great ones why not learn them and play them. WTF!!!!! Right.

So here is an over covered song by another skinny musician. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am enjoying learning it.
BTW I am still learning it and well you'll see.

Lots of everything good.
Trevor Marty

im on a soapbox

2007-07-04T06:32:00.001-05:00

It’s ten minutes to six in the morning, and I am up and reflecting on the fourth of July. When I was a child it was all about getting to stay up later than normal and watching the fireworks. Even now at thirty-seven I get all excited about fireworks, but there is way more to it today than there used to be. Independence day is an important part of our culture isn’t it. I mean we get to reflect on how it got to be just what it is, and the millions of anonymous faces that wash by our eyes. From the founders and there engagements to our own in the twenty-first century.
All of the folks from the soldiers to the farmers from the gunfighters to the law men the slave and indentured servants to the land owners the native American nations to...'well the rest of us'. We are all here now, and can’t change a thing from the past. What’s done is done, but in my humble opinion the fourth of July is about honoring the memory of all of them. Here’s my thing...I think all of them helped to build this nation that we have right now, and that we are building the nation that we are about to hand over to the younger generation. What kind of country are we building when
right now there are folks rotting in prison because their opinion was a little different than the current administrations, but ‘Libby’ was set free. What kind of land will we be handing over when the Bush administration is still trying to cut down the oldest living things on the planet? The Redwood national forest is still in danger from the eager wallets of our current ‘founders’.

The legacy of the last eight years is nothing more than paranoia. All of the yucki things that have happened could have brought us all together, but were used to make us all scared.

Ah well, what’s done is done right? Nothing we can do now, but wait for him to get out of office and lick our wounds.
Im not to sure what it is that Im trying to say here except that I wish you all a happy and day and a safe one as well.

Best wishes
Trevor Marty

Some Ramblings and a cute little video

2007-07-01T09:52:00.000-05:00

Howdy Folks

I just thought that I'd write a quick little letter this morning before I get going with my day. What a beautiful morning it is. Where I live the tempurature is probubly seventy something. My little flowers are doing well, and I just transplanted a plant called a flowering maple. Holy Cow has it gotten big. My other plants are doing really fine too.
I just played Friday and Saturday night at this place called Santes in Rochester, Mn.
It's a great place, and I really enjoy playing there.

One thing that has been happening is I am congested which makes my ears all wierd. Everything sounds as if I just got out of swimming in the river. I really would like this to stop, because it's been almost two weeks since this whole thing began. It's pissing me off.
But other than that life is really good, for me and I am wishing that same stuff on you folks.
Lets all hope for great wonderful shit for everyone huh?

On that nope I have a cute little video that I found on youtube.
Enjoy.
Here's wishing you the best of the best today.
Trevor Riverman Marty

2007-06-10T16:43:00.000-05:00

Jazz, an open window, some sunshine, and a really great vibe.
I'd like to say that I have been recording and gigging. Wouldn't it be
nice to hear me announce that after all the hard work I have been
doing Arista Records has given me a big advance on my next cd.
You can almost imagine yourselves sitting there with a cup of coffee
reading that I moving to New York and beginning a big ole tour
of these entire United States of America. Which is why I haven't been
writing blog entry's and such.
Well although that would be nice it isn't the reason. The real reason
is that aliens abducted me....kidding.
I have been a lousey and done nothing but sit on my patio, or my lady-friends
deck and enjoying the warm weather, drinking summer beer, and eating.
Life is good!
Gosh I've even begun planting flowers
in the yard, and get this I have not just one but two hanging baskets. Yes, folks
it is summertime and I am really getting into the whole thing.
Why just today Sue and I went for a walk on this bike trail in West Salem and
ended up chilling in the La Crosse River for like 3 hours. We were watching this snail
hanker on and away into the crystal clear river.

Oh and before I forget Im playing this weekend at the Freedom Cyber Cafe.
This could be a really fun show, or it could be an even better show. LOL.
The club is in Rochester, Mn. and right across the street from the Northgate Healthclub.

All right so now on to the pictures.

Aren't these incredible?

My little rock garden.

This was taken in the National wildlife refuge north of Trempealeau.
While we were being attacked by about a zillion killer flies!

I don't know but they sure are cool aren't they?
Well thats it from this side of things.
Trevor

Cats

2007-05-29T21:18:00.000-05:00

Holy Cats-

You all have got to take this flashback with me. This dude, brings you back to the eighties but with a great big 21st century flavor.

All I have to say is, "Rightous!!"

Lots of love
Trevor (Riverman) Marty

new Vid

2007-05-22T09:14:00.001-05:00

Hey all

This is just a very low fi version of something we have been working on.

Maureen is singing and playing Acordian.
I hope you like it.

Lots of luck
Trevor Riverman Marty

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New Video

2007-04-30T18:45:00.000-05:00

Hey all

I just got a request to make a video of this song, so I did.
I hope that you like it, and stay tuned till the end there might be a surprise.

Trevor Marty

I am so in love

2007-04-25T23:45:00.000-05:00

best song...

Tennessee Waltz

best version

norah Jones n Bonnie f'n Raitt

all ya got ta say is, "Oooooowooooowooowoowo DAmn, if I wasnt in love before I sure am now."

Hmmmm. Enjoy.

I am so gladdened to be alive hearing these ladies.

Trevor Marty

Music

2007-04-22T01:22:00.000-05:00

Hey Folks

Well, since it's Sunday I thought that I'd post a couple of short little videos of some musicians that are or were just wonderful. There's a lot of stuff in this but it's worth the time it takes.

The first one is Django Reinhart. This guy only had two fingers on his fretting hand. Well, actually he still had the other ones but they weren't very usable as you will see. This is one of the few actual newsreel clips of his stuff. The clip is trying to describe that crazy JAZZ music for people to understand.
As a treat you will also get to see Stephan Grappelli..(please forgive the spelling)

Take notice of Djangos left hand when he is introduced.

Another bunch of neat folks are these guys Paco De Lucia, John McLaughlin, and Al Di Meola. The song is called Mediterranean Sundance. Paco is the Flamenco guy with the bald spot, Al's in the middle and is a jazz guy, and John is on the other far end and is also a jazz guy.
This is a very beautiful composition.

Now for another master but of a differant style entirely.
Stevie Ray Vaughan Well, he really doesn't need any kind of explanation. So I'll leave it up to you...with the execption of saying, "Damn that boy could play!" I will warn you though that whomever labeled the songs on this clip is all wrong, and it's cuts out at the end.

thanks for reading and checking out the music.

Trevor Marty

Biodiversity looncam

2007-04-16T18:18:00.000-05:00

Howdy Folks-

Just a little reminder about a gig this weekend
at the Tavern Lounge on Friday. It's in Northfield.
I would also like to let people know about the Greg Brown
show at the civic center here in Rochester. I think there
are tickets left; although, I am unsure.

Hey also check out this link. It goes to a National Geographic
website and is a 24 hour webcam pointed at a Bald Eagles nest.
No lie. It's really windy and
I can see the Atlantic Ocean blowing in.
There is some precipitaion
so occassionally things go blurry but heck...it feels like Im way up
in a white pine spying. ahhh I ment that in a positive way.
Well good luck with things.

Watch the pretty birdies here!

Trevor Marty

Tony Rice Vid.

2007-04-15T19:06:00.000-05:00

Hey check out this video

If you're into Tony Rice then you are going to love this.

I do. Trevor Marty

Archeopteryx...proven?

2007-04-13T16:35:00.000-05:00

Howdy Folks

I don't know about you but I just love the National Geographic. Did you know that have a really neato website? Well, you do now. Guess what I just found on it?

It's an article on the sequencing of the soft tissue in a T. Rex. Cool huh?
I know I know it's suppose to be all fossilized....aka...a nice little rock. Some lucky person found some good stuff.

The article itself is just on that but as a sideline they did some checking..(you'll have to read the article on what kind and how)..and found a lot of evidence connecting chickens to dino's.

Archeopteryx...Proven.

Boy is this a great ole article.

Heres the link.

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/04/070412-dino-tissues.html

Lots of good stuff and I hope you all have a wonderful weekend

Musically Yours
Trevor Marty

Wow!!! Life is so COOL!!!

2007-04-10T11:24:00.000-05:00

Howdy Folks---

Man, I just was exploring on youtube.com and lookie what I discovered.
I think I am going to try my hand at this stuff.

Musically Yours
Trevor Marty

vacation photos

2007-04-08T10:24:00.001-05:00

Howdy Folks

I just thought since we're all friends here you might be interested in some of my vacation photos.

Well, here's the link www.flickr.com/photos/redbeardthegarbagepirate

It was a fun time, and I did get some neato video shots and will be putting it all together in a couple days.

Thanks
Trevor Marty

ohh man check out this clever

2007-04-07T15:53:00.000-05:00

Howdy Hey Everybody-

Check out this clever animation I found on Youtube.
Trevor

Colorado and Nebraska

2007-04-05T16:49:00.000-05:00

Howdy Folks-

Well, here I am in Colorado, and I can't get online at all. Something has happened to my laptop, and I haven't a clue.
All I know is that I show connected, but can't get data to start transfering. Hmmm, I really have no idea. Perhaps
its Windows Internet Explorer's new version. I will have to work on it. Until then I will just do a quick writing here
and later will put it onto the site.

There was a great bluegrass jam at this coffeeshop down the street called Ziggies. There was a dobro, banjo,
three guitars, and lady playing the stand up base. The folks were very kind and gentle with the less experienced ones.
The lady playing the banjo had only been doing it for 4 months, and was nervous to play. They said, "Well it can't play
itself in the case." Which is very differant from the folks in Rochester who will scoff at you if you haven't been doing
it for umpteen years.

Okay, so before I left Rochester I baught 2 new tires, and went to have my brakes checked. The dude at Midas
said, "Hey you don't need to have new brakes, but you do need a new Serpantian belt. Which I had heard before.
Since I had been expecting to spend a bunch of money before I left and suddenly didnt have to. I decided to go for the
new belt. I am only telling you this because I got some incredible mileage on the way here. The best was 43.10 miles
per gallon of gas. I don't know about you but I can't believe that. New tires, and a belt will do that? HOly SHIT!!!
The worst was 31.195 and the others were 33.33, and 36.71 miles per gallon. Those are a little bit more believable.

Nebraska, was full of warmth, flowers, and all the trees were budding. Going from Minnesota which is in the

mud-season

and then going to a place spring is in full bloom. Full Bloom!!!!! Great stuff.

Okay, I must have done something right because as you can see I am online and going strong. YIPIE!
I have enjoyed my time here, and regret having to go home to mud, and water in the basement which isn't fun at all. I will be leaveing at 4 am tomarrow morning so that I can escape Bolder morning rush hour traffic. I am hoping to get home around 5-6 pm. Lets have a toast raise the glasses and *clink*.

Alright well I have to tell you that I have some incredible video footage for everyone and some really great photos. I will be busy making a nice little photo album which we can all sit down with and look at and laugh.

Today I went on a tour of the Celestial Seasonings factory. Nothing special.
If you've worked in a factory at all at any point then you will know what this one looks like.
Okay well thats it for now folks.

Good luck to you and yours
Trevor Marty

Nebraska & Colorado

2007-04-02T00:05:00.000-05:00

Howdy Folks-

Well, Mr Bo Jangles (my kitty cat) and I are going on a road trip. I have a weeks vacation and have decided to spend it on the road. Im bringing Bo because I couldn't find anyone to take him for a week. Thats all right Im sure he will have a wonderful time.

Eventually our goal will be to hit Longmont, Co. I will try and post as often as possible and put up little photos I take. So keep checking back it couldn't hurt ya never know.

I thought about bringing my bike and I still just might. One never knows does one? I've hitched up a banging 10 inch woofer to a backpack and a 500 watt amplifier to the pedals, so that whenever I drive my Bicycle it generates the power for the speaker. Now if that were all you'd think the Trevor Man was a little nutty, but wait till you hear what else....this bada$$ bicycle is sporting a hefty 20 inch moniter strapped inbetween the handlebars!!!YA BABY IT'S PIMPING. The bikes feet are 26 inch anti-punchure roadkings, with some monster chrome boots!!! And finally just last week I finished it off with a tiny little 8 inch lift kit, so I can get a bunch of bounce at the stoplight.

I just watched about 3 or 4 episodes of "Pimp my Ride" in a row. They put a 1000 watt amp in this guys Blazer. They had to use one gauge wire to handle the load. Man!!!(I think thats a lot, but Im not sure. It sure looked neato though.)

This one guy had a mini-van..ya just like my old one. Dodge Caravan and they put two custom built waterfalls in between this plush reclining seat. WOW!!!

Well, I have to be going to bed and getting ready for tomarrow.
Have a great day, oh and if you get a chance and feel like it. Go to the science museum, because they have this really neato earthquake moniter. The whole thing is made out of chimes.

musically yours
Trevor Marty

Hey, you are so friggin awesome!!!!

2007-03-28T22:20:00.000-05:00

Hey everyone-

I have been trying to plan this little vacation to colorado and nebraska reciently. It has made keeping up with these posts quite challenging. But I will be taking lost of photos, and videos from the road and the folks I meet. Heck I might even video blog the toilets. That could be a silly goal...to video blog the toilets in every gas station that I stop in for gas...get it gas..lol. I am such a little boy.

I would love to get to know this new blogger a little more, and perhaps I will while in colorado. I think that I may have some time on my hands while out there. Oh so I will be taking my cat Mr. Bo Jangles with me along the journey too. Here's his picture, but be-aware he is the cutest kitty cat ever.

See and you thought I was kidding about him being the cutest kitty cat ever.
Anyway he will be coming along as I journey to visit my mother and see if I can't line up a bunch of gigs. Wouldn't that be cool. Every couple of months take an extended weekend and play somewhere out their. I mean I'll have a place to stay and all.
GeeZ Id be stupid.
Ummm, let me see. Ya don't forget to come out to the gig on Saturday at Freedom Cyber Cafe in Rochester. I will be playing with Maureen and we will be the first show. Then Larry Ravenswood will be up on the stage. He has been featured on the current and well thats all ya need to know right?
Okay well lots of love mi amigo's i amiga's.

Agios.
Trevor Marty
ps enjoy this little video I found.

The Grand Canyon Skywalk

Add to My Profile | More Videos

2007-03-24T13:29:00.001-05:00

Howdy Folks

This is a new song that my friend Jonathon Thoreson recorded for me on St. Patty's day.

Let me know what you think.

Thanks for spending some time here!!

GIG!!!!

2007-03-23T09:11:00.000-05:00

There is going to be an awesome gig tonight at the Dunn Brothers.
I have a new flier which seems to be gathering a lot of attention. Thats wonderful, but I must admit to not being used to it. Don't get me wrong I aint argueing.

Good STuff.

Well, good luck in everything you do.
Musically YOUrs
Trevor Marty

Hey don't forget how cool you are.

2007-03-18T21:49:00.000-05:00

Okay this weekends shows were wonderful. Thursday I was in Eau Claire, Wi. at the moustrap. It's this great little joint on South Barstow. They have good beer, nice folks, and attentive interesting customers. I have been battleing a cold for the last week so I thought that I wouldn't be able to do the full three hours. But I did and everything turned out fine.
Actually I got to hang out with an old friend, and catch up on things. Saturday I played at the Acoustic cafe and it was good too. I even got some nice video footage of the gig, and will be posting it just as soon as I can.
Well good luck in the coming week, and I wish you all the best.

I found this video on youtube. It's a live action version of the simpsons intro.
Love it.

Musically yours
Trevor Marty

games we play

2007-03-04T16:52:00.000-06:00

We all remember certain things in our lives as the bestest of the best.

This game for me was one of those. Just like the first time I saw Star Wars or Star Trek. The first time I played Astroids kicked my behind.
Enjoy...

Spacebar - fires
up arrow key - moves ships
Left and Right - ship goes in circle.

Heck you'll get it.
Trevor.

Games Provided By Blinkyou.com

More coffee first

2007-03-03T14:25:00.000-06:00

This morning consisted of making sure there was enough coffee in me, and then recording. There's something very cool about doing that. I guess it's all about taking that creative moment where music bursts forth into something, and manifesting it. Does that make sence? Here's another way of putting it.
Some folks can build houses, or shelves, heck they can even remake their bathroom in a weekend. Some other folks are into plumbing and can bring water into and out of that house. There are even folks who, (you're not going to believe this), love to work on cars....ya Im not kidding.
I am not any of those. I like writing and playing music. It's just the coolest of every and all things to me....well Creme Brulee is pulling a close second.

Well, that said I can be a good Minnesotan and talk about the weather. We just got slammed with a crap ton of snow. Heck the Govener had to call out the National Guard and they braught along some tanks. Funny huh?

At my house the snow is thick on my roof, and the pretty ice chunks are coming down off of it. Which makes me think of replacing the roof. Bummer!
Of course my first thought goes to writing a song about ice damns instead of fixing the ones I have. Funny.

How's it in your neck of the woods?

Trevor Marty

This is a site in its beginning stages

2007-02-28T16:08:00.000-06:00

Howdy Folks

Right now, as you can see, this site is in it's beginning stages. Soon it will be rumbling and running with the efficiency of a Hybrid vehicle.

For more information on the artist Trevor Marty goto www.motmotmusic.com or www.myspace.com/trevormarty

Thanks for you time, and please continue checking back.

Musically Yours
Trevor Marty