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"There's a man who lives in the tower, looking down at the world below, what he see's is only magic, right or wrong, no one really knows."


I have returned to the "Rabbit". I must say it's quite the puzzle piece. Always has been. I've spun it for months prior without the key or code, though I've learned a new trick or two since I've been away from the mystery of it's placement. Off topic slightly, I came upon a town once where the buildings all looked as though they were suddenly left for some reason. Tables were still set, carriages stopped on dirt roads with doors open, shopping bags filled with dusty groceries that never made it home, books out and signs "Open". What is it that caused such a scene? "The Ballad of the Dead Rabbit" is a lot like that. It was a piece of music I was working on that was not quite finished, at least to me. But I vanished one day.. while walking down at Loktor creek... I saw a female Vernus dragonfly and it started telling me about it's day, I was mesmerized by it's beauty and intoxicated from the hum of it's wings... little did I know it was a spell. I was told about these creatures once by Zabble, he's done his best to prepare me for things. Lets just say the rabbit was a sleep a while till I finally arrived back from my hum drug. I know all to well about the trials and tribulations that come with perfectionism, my return to the rabbit is not really about that, it's simply about tying up loose ends. I hardly regret my inquisitive nature or my love for the countryside and characters that cross my path, though such fascinations do have me waking on distant hillsides wondering how I arrived there. My lord, what are you talking about Sir John? Plainly put, I spent the weekend with the Rabbit and hope to finish it proper. The gatherings are taking place now, the fire is burning. Should have news soon from the northern tower, the guard still sends messages into the sky that can be seen for miles. We are watching. I guess the Rabbit will rise from the dead after all. I so love dragonflies.

- evermore





"Knock knock, twist the lock, crack the door and kiss the floor. The black tower is fired up and running."


If you only knew the depths of the dream. Reflecting today on the lights coming from the tower... and the trinkets and things that speak to me in the shadows on the walls of her chamber. Sometimes it feels like a free fall... and other times it's a powerful flight over tree tops. One second it's a crash, another a flash. This week I return to the "Child of the Sun" and a new whistle called 'We Shine" which has been kicking around in the black box as of late.


"Stay the course, there's always forever, and kill the ghost... tonight."


A bit of a lone wolf on parade this month. It's been a week of reflecting on the hillsides during the day, sitting with the Warmoths and planning things in my head to the sweet sound of the dead grass blades bending and swaying into one and other. A month of imagining larger things before they come to fruition and having the courage to see them through, whatever the cost. The stage, the work, the lights, the characters, the new record... the Warmoths.. the open minded road, so much to do, and the only choice we have in life to obey the voice that whispers to us in the face of it all.

They're so much to say about what's happened the last few years, you have no idea. I was involved in another project which took me away from the first incarnation of the Guard, the new Hadder and the original vision of evermore that came during my ocean rides and hillside quests just before the fires. I should have known better. Truth is I'm not surprised by people anymore in life and I took what I could from it for fun and now that thing is over. All the words and work I did over the last three years are in my vault, safe. When will all that work see the light of day? Time will tell soon enough I suppose... in some form or another... at least my parts will. There's just to much blood and sweat on it all to let it sit in the dark. For now, there will be a "Stargazer" release soon with a video. Yes, it's about time for that. And I guess we'll just see what comes to chamber #408 and the new Hadder residence... and what will happen to the #lost #tor #record

The new stage is almost set for something interesting and inspiringly delightful. A great time kill for all. At least for the next three months while the hills have grass again. Here's some pics from the chamber 408.

- evermore








"I saw a wolf last night in a dream, it rode the smoke from the fire that I set, it spoke in tongues I'm yet to understand, but one thing was clear. it said that we're headed for the end."


I lived in the hills for many years. The dry hills that one day caught fire and burned everything I knew. More than just the physical reality of things, but memories and a life all perished in the unstoppable flames that jumped the hills like an effortless ghost on frolic. Like a giants hand sweeping across mountains as though they were merely loose sand through fingertips, the fire had no conscience or care. I wrote this lyric before the actual fire. You could say it was a premonition of sorts... I recall the drive when they came to me... looking out over the dry hills, I saw a wolf in the smoke and and it was saying something but I couldn't hear the words.. it was a warning I think, about the end of something.. maybe I was the one who set the fire that day. Not literally or purposefully, but a fire starter was I all the same. A little backstory and look into what made the dead rabbit after all.




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