Words & music

Flash Fiction Friday - Street Scene 

This guy was coming up from the train looking like a slug was crawling in front of him, pulling invisible strings tethered to his heart. He had a bag in each hand and another on his back. As he crossed the street a driver slowed down to stare at him, wondering if he should call 911 or at least stay and watch to make sure the guy didn’t keel over. In the end he decided to drive on. On the other side of the street he found himself at the bottom of a hill. He put both bags in one hand and wiped his high forehead with the other.

A whiff of Springtime blew past his Fall on her way down the hill. She was catching the train into to the city to see a show, or meet a boyfriend or girlfriend for weeknight drinks and to talk about a movie she saw where the acting and writing worked together so seamlessly that she was sure the writer must have known the actors and wrote the parts for them.

She skipped so lightly that she missed the older woman who tripped on the sidewalk and fell into the middle of the street. She grabbed her bag and looked around to make sure there were no cars coming, or witnesses to her humiliation. There were none.

She was so happy to be unobserved that, as she passed the man wiping the sweat from his forehead, she ran her fingers through some shrubbery.

The winds of change are blowing 

In this interview, Mike Power, reflects on his underground roots, decades of musical evolution, and Changing of the Garden, an album exploring love, hope, and transformation.

1. You’ve been part of New York City’s underground music scene for many years, performing at legendary venues such as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways. How did those early experiences shape you as a musician and songwriter?

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When I first started playing in bars and clubs of the city in the 1990s, New York was a magical place. It still is, but things have changed, as they always have to, and should. I also learned a lot from my bandmates in Late Model Humans during those years and those experiences come through in all of my playing and writing.

2. Your upcoming album, Changing of the Garden, begins with a song described as an explosion of love too powerful to remain a secret. What inspired this first single, and how does it introduce the album’s overall themes?

The inspiration for “You Have To Know” is that burning desire that comes from romantic love, when it is not enough to have the feeling but to share it with the person you love. There is a vulnerability in telling someone you love them unlike anything else, leaving you totally exposed. The album’s overall theme is about the need we have for new and better ways of thinking about ourselves and each other. Love is always a good starting point.

3. New York has a rich musical history, particularly within its underground scene. How has the city influenced your songwriting, and what changes have you witnessed in its music culture throughout your career?

When I first came to New York, I lived on Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village and there were still traces of the folk music movement of the 60s that was colliding with the explosion of punk and new wave of that time. All those influences burn their way into my songs. The biggest change in the music culture I’ve seen in my time in the city is that a lot of the creative energy I knew in the Village has gone across the bridge into Brooklyn.

4. After years of performing and creating music, how has your approach to songwriting evolved? Do you find yourself drawing inspiration from different experiences or perspectives today than you did earlier in your career?

One of the greatest advantages of getting older is having a broader perspective. The breadth of my experiences gives me a lot more to draw from in my writing. As far as the music goes, it gets boring playing the same style, so I have enjoyed learning different techniques in writing, singing, and playing instruments. Malcolm Gladwell says it takes 10,000 hours to master a skill. If he’s right, I should be there by now.

5. The title Changing of the Garden suggests transformation, growth, and new beginnings. What does this title mean to you personally, and how does it connect with the stories or emotions explored throughout the album?

We are living through anxious days, filled with anger and hate, and it makes me yearn for a world where hope and love can breathe free again.

There once was a garden called Eden. That garden died a long time ago. But, as is the way with gardens, it released seeds into the air that are still floating around us today. In this unique moment, there is an opportunity to grow something new and better from the fertilizer all around us. We just need A Changing of the Garden.

6. With Changing of the Garden on the horizon, what are you most excited for listeners to discover about this new chapter of your musical journey, and what do you hope they take away from your songs?

I am most excited for listeners to hear the variety of music on this album. There are a couple of songs that are just acoustic guitar, vocals, and strings, while others feature a full band with layers of vocals and instrumentation. There is also a variety of lyrical directions, from love songs to protest songs. I have never spent as much time writing, recording, and mixing these songs and hope listeners will all be able to find something on this album that connects with and inspires them.

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Yesterday 

It was either yesterday or 17 years ago, I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when a voice spoke to me, it sounded like mumbo-jumbo, at first, then it started to make a lot of sense.

It told me that tomorrow, or 17 years in the future, I would meet someone who would change my live forever, it didn’t say whether that would be for better or worse.

Now it’s tomorrow, or 17 years in the future, and I am sitting with you, listening to the story of your life, and I’m transfixed, I want to know every detail, because each one is becoming a part of me.

Yesterday or 17 years ago 

It was either yesterday or 17 years ago, I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when a voice spoke to me, it sounded like mumbo-jumbo, at first, then it started to make a lot of sense.

It told me that tomorrow, or 17 years in the future, I would meet someone who would change my live forever, it didn't say whether that would be for better or worse.

Now it's tomorrow, or 17 years in the future, and I am sitting with you, listening to the story of your life, and I'm transfixed, I want to know every detail, because each one is becoming a part of me.

I know what happens when we die 

I know what happens when we die because it happens every night. 

We leave our bodies behind and drift into a world of dreams and memories that make a kind of sense that doesn’t translate to our waking, living world. I know why people see puffy clouds as paradise and endless flames as damnation. We have already seen them in that dream world. 

One night, we will return to our bodies and find them gone, cold and dead. Then we will follow our dreams to their natural conclusions.

The Universal Beat 

I recently noticed that there is a melody, or at least a rhythm, going through my head at all times. My foot is always rocking, even in my sleep. Birds, subways, cars on the street, the flow of a conversation, make imprints on my consciousness that bend, sometimes all on their own, into melody. Even the sun and the Earth have beats that pulse in us as constantly as our own hearts.

Breathing sweet mercy 

Breathing sweet mercy into my mask

While juggling knives on horseback

How we crossed the desert

I never found out

Fewer returned than set out

The desert was nothing

The flooding was worse

Then organized cruelty

Caused people to burst

Breathing sweet mercy into my mask

Hoping that mercy isn’t too much to ask

For people who do all the things that we did

The things we can see and the things that we hid

We have to get better

We keep getting worse

The things we keep hidden

Must come to light first

Lonesome No More 

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. is the first person to tell me – not to my face, and not in so many words, but I got the message – that I am not the only one to recognize that the society I am living in, is insane. And the insanity of our society is not accidental or coincidental. It is intentional. 

I first read Slapstick, or Lonesome No More, around the time it was published in 1974. As crazy as the book is, it was a little less crazy than it is now, reading it the second time in a world that has descended even deeper into insanity. 

Vonnegut’s views of the corruption of presidential power by Nixon is almost comical compared to the rampant criminality of Trump. Is it parody that becomes tragedy or the other way around?

Like a lot of things in this book, the title and subtitle are contradictions. The narrator’s mix of cruelty and kindness balances unevenly on a fulcrum of world-weariness. The greatest contradiction is the narrator’s dream of a world where connection to others is the key to happiness even as he confesses his disconnection from the people closest to him.

Kurt Vonnegut experienced World War II in a way that burned through everything he wrote. The horror of living in an abandoned Empire State Building as society crumbles around him is no worse than the horrors he has already seen. 

The book is dedicated to Laurel & Hardy. Angels, he calls them. Maybe angels are just people like Stan and Ollie, who make us laugh and make the burdens of life a little lighter for a little while.

Santa Cruz Sketchbook 

I first visited Santa Cruz in 2023 and have returned every year since. I expect it will always hold a special place in my heart and not just because of the people I love who live there. Coming from New York City, is almost like visiting a foreign country. The language and customs are mostly the same but there is a different feeling coming from the people. They are relaxed and kind. Nobody seems to be in a hurry. In a lot of ways, life makes more sense there. Unless you visit the Mystery Spot, where nothing makes sense.

This video includes a few sketches I made on a recent trip, paired like a buttery chardonnay with the opening chords of my new song Angels.

Santa Cruz Sketchbook 

I first visited Santa Cruz in 2023 and have returned every year since. I expect it will always hold a special place in my heart and not just because of the people I love who live there. Coming from New York City, is almost like visiting a foreign country. The language and customs are mostly the same but there is a different feeling coming from the people. They are relaxed and kind. Nobody seems to be in a hurry. In a lot of ways, life makes more sense there. Unless you visit the Mystery Spot, where nothing makes sense.

Here are a few sketches I made on a recent trip, paired like a buttery chardonnay with the opening chords of my new song Angels.