Woa, it’s been a while. And I’m promising to TRY to be back on my feet, posting shit and all. I feel busy out of my wits, although Im not sure it’s true at all. It my all be just in my head.

There’s actually a lot I want to tell, but I’m holding myself back, because it’s not time yet to tell. This music biz has a whole set of funky rules of it own, and I abide faithfully, while trying to mesh my own wayward ways into it ( when it’s not looking )

What in the oven? Two albums. The secret of which I’ll tell soon, in a few blogs from now, if you stay faithfully tuned, and patiently too.

Oh, and there’s that book I’m writing, that’s turning into something different than I had planned.

Oh, oh, and the Hebrew side of this site is being cooked these days by my two master web chefs, Yishay and Itay.

Lots of things coming.

Talk to you soon.

It’s kind of how I feel these days. The King is back, and I gotta get back on my feet again,
So here’s a list, just to get some order in the mess within my brains:

1. Yesterday I wrote 3 new songs. What am I gonna do with new songs?

2. Gotta get back to the LOVE UNPLUGGED recording, my 18 song double-album. I like the concept of a double album. I like double albums. People are gonna be less harsh on me, if I split the the shit, rather than print it all on a one cd. Yeah. Ari Burstein will sing on it too, do some guitar. I gotta add some harmonica and strings. Shoot. Lots of work.

3. Gotta start charting out the album after that, now called URGENT LIGHT. Like the songs. Looking for a cool producer though.

4. My secret project.

5. Another secret project.

Alright, here is the bridge part of THE KING IS BACK:

My baby underground, please come up to the light.
The king is coming, he’s looking for you.
He puts down his crown, letting down his gorgeous hair.
He’s taking out his shirt,
His sweat is shining, soft and fair.
I’m not sure if he’s a woman or a man,
if his eyes are brown or blue.
The light is blinding, but I can tell he’s looking for you.
Oh, babe, come up to the light,
I need you up here.
People are looking at me, the show must begin.
Come up to the light, show them you’re real and true.
They’re thinking I’m crazy,
making up stories about you.

So many heartaches & a fallen star was missing on the way.
You thought you could own me,
with just the right tune and a  pretty thing to say.
Pushing me on and on, covered with sweat, the roads keep playing.
I couldn’t let go of you, and yet, I was saying:

Sorry I hurt you, but sometimes you need
to settle for the better hand and I
Had to unease you, don’t take it too hard, I had to be looking.
And there’s a wave that’s calling, playing me hard and loud,
Tossing me about, my heart keeps cracking, it keeps on breaking apart.

I see the rainbow, knocking at my window,
standing in the way of the dark.
Playing hard to get with my heart.

Walking in miracles, the arrows you poisoned were constantly missing my heart.
My river was flowing, and yesterdays’ grace was heavily hid in the dark.
A barefoot girl is walking, soaking wet dress, mud painted face, and a trace
Of long love-drunk nights, holding wounded visions & withered flowers in her hand.

After the dark storm comes the shattering calm.
Crispy bright light shines on;
it only cuts deeper in the sad eyes looking for home.
Everyone wears the skin that one bears, or else, trying to get by.
Cold bottled water, struggling accents and palaces cutting the sky.

Spin dating in Romania was more than anything I could have imagined. We did 5 shows in 3 days and every one ended up with a an ecstatic blast. I mean every show was uniquely the best at the time. I came back to Israel happily exhausted. And I still want more. I’m one of those, I guess. Nothing is ever enough for me.

Blind dating an audience ain’t easy. Worst case, you hope to part as friends. We started feeling each other carefully, the audience and I, hoping to fall in love but fearing bitter disappointment. We had about an hour and a half to learn each other’s secret hearts, neurosis, scars, inner lingo and all of that. Luckily we were digging each other right from the start. The BBC WORLD and the Romanian TV watching us at all times, I kind of tried to behave myself, be careful with my words, if not my thoughts. Luckily again, I couldn’t hold back all that much and it didn’t take too long before I was well into the better part of my lyrics which usually describes the better parts of life anyway.  Songs just flew through me. I did a cover of the King’s ÁLWAYS ON MY MIND and I kind of messed it up a bit, but the audience was so chill about it, and I had a total blast.  We has so much fun, I think the King himself would have liked it.

Wine is superb in Romania. And cheap. Couldn’t stop drinking. Even the white wine was delicious.

My band was cool too. My drummer had the whole rock-n-roll trip under his pants. He ended up with 5 sweet girls in his bed, all naked. He was the only one with jeans on. That’s my drummer. He’s got the strike and I got the mike. He’s got the drums, and I got the rhymes. And we try real hard to get along, and it’s lots of fun when we do. Those girls were real sweet. They had been to my concert in Cluj, and on a last moment’s grace decided to follow the concert all the way to Sibiu, where we played the next night.  They had a 6 am train back home, so my drummer had them stay with him for the night.

Most of the songs I did were from my next double album, LOVE UNPLUGGED. For some reason it seems like those songs cannot get off the road and into the recording studio. The recording I have still needs a lot of work, and some new verve of a soul in it. I’m gonna be back in the studio this month, hopefully, and add my shit (more harmonica, more strings, more soul) and see what happens then.

A beautiful song and video by Johnny Cash.

You don’t need my words here. Just get into it, it breaks a man to pieces, just to look at it.

I’m only linking those review of my favourite current artist (here’s ONE and here’s TWO), so you can deeply enjoy the sweetest words of Ryan Adams’ heart-breakingly coolest response.

Now you may dig my utmost affinity to this man, aye?

Here’s to Ryan Adams. Here’s to music.

I’m only linking those review of my favourite current artist (here’s ONE and here’s TWO), so you can deeply enjoy the sweetest words of Ryan Adams’ heart-breakingly coolest response.

Now you may dig my utmost affinity to this man, aye?

Here’s to Ryan Adams. Here’s to music.

2 am and I can’t leave the computer. I’m hooked again. All that endless space and music, all that world right at your finger tips, all those friends out there, vitually speaking.

Anyway, the album is coming out soon, a new cool video clip, a new single and new stories on the way, so stay tuned.

I appologize for not writing here for a while, but I’m back on the track.

Good night for now.

Oh, just to note that TODAY I discovered the harmonica, and I can’t stop playing it. It’s so much fun.
Can’t wait for the next concert to try it on for real. Omri will join me, it should be cool.

Any minute now David Sky’s coming for rehearsal, and, well, it’s gonna be mostly drinking, talking, catching up and a little playing too. If the elements allow, we might even get to write a new song or two.  We’re hooked now on Elvis Presely’s ALWAYS ON MY MIND, thanks to my main man on this planet music these days, Ryan Adams.

My albums of this month: Ryans Adams’ “29” and his “Jacksonville City Lights“. Also Dylan’s “Highway 62 Revisited“.

In the film department: the AMAZING rockumentary “DIG!” and “NO DIRECTION HOME“.

In the still photography departent: my babe, Noa Ben-Shalom, the mad photographer. She’s got a new site, and I gotta say, she’s one of the best action still photographer I know. Her magic eyes always made me look  beautiful when sort of least expected. Noa is the babe in the song “A Miracle at a Time” from my album “THE MOVE“. She always spreads her whole world on the floor. That’s how I met her some hearty years ago. Haven’t seen her for a while, but I heard she’s coming to Jerusalem this weekend. You can listen to this song on the MUSIC page.