Turn, Turn

new song lyrics:

Turn, Turn

If I could tell you a secret in a language we both know

let the music surround you, devouring your soul

cause you hold in your heart the whole universe

tangled up in notes, tied down by the words

if we could fly into space and never look back

just the touch of the skin on the palms of our hands

suffocating, suffocating on one last "I love you"

let the vacuum take us, make it the last thing we do, the last thing we do

turn turn, darlin walk on turn turn

there is magic I know, in the gravity below

and a god may have made me, but you made me grow

and time never was, no, it never could be

the measure of distance from your heart to me

so hold onto the now, it's all we get for sure

and if you're lucky enough to look back, may you be more than a blur

we're more than a blur

turn turn, darlin walk on

4 years

Hello,

My name is Cary Judd and I have not posted on this blog for 4 years. Why? I don't know. I wish I knew, I read the old entries made by past Cary and future (or I guess present) Cary was actually somewhat entertained.

I live in Boise now, I still make music, I have released another album and an EP since then. I'm still really funny and probably more strange than before. I sit in my backyard every night and have conversations with myself. I like watching Cosmos, eating delicious foods, and laying on the grass staring up at the sky. I am a loner mostly, but make a good friend from a distance.

I beat up a cowboy that picked a fight with me in Nashville once, actually my friend Daniel did most of the beating, poor fool didn't have a chance.

I recently wrote some new songs and am hoping to make another EP or combine them into a full length with the aforementioned EP. That's just today though.

2010 has been the worst year of my life, but I did get to meet the singer from Mr. Big, so that's cool.

Cary

Road Ramdoms and Movie Reviews

favorite lyrics of the day:

"I don't know where we've been. Can you tell me where we are again? Jesus is my only friend, no one else knows who I am. I know I'll never make it on the cross, spend my days looking for a woman daddy lost. He was too proud to have a boss, set himself out then he couldn't afford the cost. No one knows how he felt, hung himself in the county jail. There were those who said he would burn in hell, I don't think they knew him very well."
Joseph Arthur, "Redemption's Son" from the album Redemption's Son

not sure if he's being ironic or literal when he says "Jesus is my only friend, no one else knows who I am", but I like it either way, weather it's a real person or someone else knowing "who I am", it would be nice to know that someone is out there.

Movie Reviews:
I've seen more movies in the theater this week, more than is healthy, only because I have to eat lots of popcorn and junior mints with them......

1. "The Covenant"
I'm embarassed I saw this movie. I would be less embarassed to tell you I watched the latest Lindsey Lohan movie, whatever that is, seriously, it's movies like that that you wonder why did everyone lie? I mean, by the time a movie has reached the theater, hundreds of people have had their hands on it and worked on it. My question is, how in the world did none of those however many hundred people not say, "hey, this movie isn't very good, maybe we shouldn't do this..."

2. "The Black Dahlia"
Creepy, interesting, creepy, disturbing and then sad. I wasn't sorry I' saw it, but also don't feel like I would have missed anything. The high point of creepiness (stop reading if you don't want a spoiler) is when a woman, who I won't tell you how she relates to the plot, giggles, waves a dainty little waive, says bye bye, and sticks a pistol in her mouth and splatters her brain on the wall. Oh and the naked girl cut in half was equally disturbing. I wouldn't run out to see it, and if this review makes you want to see it more, then you're sick and please delete me from your friends list and forget you ever knew me.

3. "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby"
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaLOLOLOLOL. go see it, now, then email me and thank me for changing your life, or at least giving you a good escape from it. Comedy genius.

4. "Invincible"
Shoot. I hate how I, just like every red blooded American gets sucker punched by a good underdog movie. Yes, this is a typical guy comes from behind to do something great in the setting of a professional sports team. Why does this never get old? Why do we all feel like underdogs? It's because of the British (no harm meant to my UK mates). Our country started out as an underdog, so it's in or DNA somewhere to think we will always beat the odds. I think I liked it the most because it makes me think I'm going to beat the odds, even though it usually feels like the odds are beating the living dukey out of me.

That is all for the moment, I've got a long busy night here at the super 8 in nowhere nebraska, as in I'm bored as everyone else that lives in this state. Which reminds me, I stopped to get gas in Nebraska earlier this week and the gas station had a big sign that said, "You Are Nowhere". It was a brilliant moment of truth. cheers.
cj

Lucky Kid

Hey, this probably won't be the blog that gets 40 comments and everyone talking, and definitely not fighting....

I just wanted to say thanks to everyone that comes here to my website, most if not all of you have supported me in some way or another, weather it's coming to the shows, telling other people about me, and buying my cds.

A few years ago I got in my car with $100 in my pocket and the best line of tour dates I could come up with on my own. Things have grown and changed a lot over the last few years, I used to sleep in my tent, or car, sometimes, well, one time I slept on the hardwood floor of a crack house, true story that included gun shots outside the house and all. Now I've made friends across the country, many of which have taken care of me along the way, needless to say I haven't slept in a tent or car in a long time. Thanks to everyone that's taken me in.

I'm certainly not a super star or getting rich, but I have gotten to the point where I'm able to play music full time which is the dream I've had since I was a little kid, thank you for that.

I think the thing is, I don't know, maybe it's that somewhere in the music I make there's some element that allows me to connect with all of you. At times it doesn't seem like my music belongs to me, or that I even made it, like I'm just channelling something if that makes sense. I know I'm not able to hang out with everyone that listens to my music, I can't just meet you all for lunch and a good laugh, though I'd like to and I think in different circumstances we'd probably spend a lot of time together, I guess what I mean is that the relationship we have with my music, just proves we have something in common, whatever that is. So thanks for being my friend and believing that what I do is worth while.

yeah, I think that's all I wanted to say, was thank you.

"We're getting so close to how I meant for things to be..."

The Feminine me called and stupidly I took the call...

Me: Dinner at HuHot Mongolian Grill sure was good.

Feminine Me: I could sure go for a Ben & Jerry's Peace Pop

Me: uh, yeah, remember the fall tour when you ate that crap everynight and gained 10lbs?

Feminine Me: Yeah, but maybe just tonight.

Me: Yes, but remember how you cut sugar completely out of your diet and lost all that fat and then some, and how good you now feel?

Feminine Me: Yes, but I promise to go back on the program tomorrow.

Me: OK, but you can only have a Peace Pop or a Dove bar, no settling, you won't be happy with some Klondike crap.

Later that evening after going to no less than 5 gas stations in Billings, MT, all of which have entered into a dark oath to not carry Peace Pops or Dove Bars...

Me: Too bad we couldn't find a Peace Pop.

Feminine Me: (fighting back the tears) Can I just have a dove candy bar then?

Me: I guess.

So now here I am eating a dove candy bar (I actually got talked into buying two, man me thought they were too small for just one to be satisfying) watching Spanglish. I'm a woman again, the road does it to me. Send help.

I woke up last night from the oddest dream...

I had this incredible dream last night, wait, night before last. You know how in your dreams there’s this neuron that acts as location scout? I was climbing this mountain, there was nothing distinct other than that it was a big icy snowy mountain, but the location neuron said it was Mt. Ranier in Washington, which is weird because on my recent drive down the west coast I saw Mt. Hood and Mt. Shasta, the other two huge volcanic mountains but was never far enough north to see Ranier. So anyway, point is I was climbing Mt. Ranier.

Side note, you know those dreams that are so real, you’re still totally in the mood they’ve put you in when you wake up, and it takes you a few minutes to reason your self back into reality? This was one of those.

Back to the vivid unmistakably real dream: So I’m climbing, I’ve got my crampons and ice axe and the whole bit when all of a sudden I fall through this huge crevasse. If you don’t know the mountain man lingo, a crevasse is basically an ice cave or hole that is usually covered w/ ice and snow so you don’t really know it’s there.

So as I’m falling time is starting to pass, enough time to realize that when I hit the bottom, wherever that ends up being, I’m going to die. At first there was the darkest feeling of dread. But, immediately after there was this feeling of acceptance and then relief and them calm. It was as if I had accepted I was going to die and was totally content with it.

Some people say dreams are just incoherent brain dumps, some say they mean things. There’re biblical references of God communicating to people through dreams, so who knows what all this means, but I will say I was really glad that I was ok with it when the time came to die, I think I will be, but not just yet, I’ve got a lot to do. Knocking on wood now, you always hear stories about people that had some sort of realization or conversation about death just before they die. Weird.

pictures of old hillbilly people

On my site there's a whole page of webstats, how many people visit my site, where they come from, how long they're there etc. There's also a section called "Search Key Phrases". I don't look at it all that often, but I thought it'd be interesting to do today. The majority (80%) of people that come to my site put the phrase "Cary Judd" in a search engine, my favorite though, is that someone put "pictures of old hillbilly people" into google and somehow my site came up. Amazing. I'm going to go do that search and see what happens.

This is too good not to share

So my friend kevin just sent me a link to a blast from my past. When I was in high school there were these two older kids that had a synth-pop band that I thought was amazing, they were just a duo like Eurasure or Pet Shop Boys, but they were rad, and by rad I mean radical. Anyway, Kev sent me a link that Dan (the instrumentalist from the band) put up w/ a whole page dedicated to their band Terminal Bliss of which I had the pleasure of being invited to play rock guitar on one of their unreleased demos, I have no clue why the didn't release it, but let's just say it's a great moment. That is also me doing the back up shouts w/ the other guys, this may have been my best musical moment, enjoy, it's the one that has my name by it:

www.terminalbliss.com