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Twelve Hours

by Kevin Dickerson

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Twelve Hours 09:43
9:07 am, February 2nd, 2019 There are still fat raindrops on the double-paned windows, jiggling Those windows look out to the street from the old victorian parlor The neighbors hired a crew to trim the Magnolia tree, weeds below it are getting taller And beyond those tangles of the utility pole wires I see a thick blanket of fog slowly receding as it does around this time I have some melodies in my head That need performing But finding a place to rehearse in this city is insane $850 a month for a sixteen foot rehearsal space I checked my emails for the day And dug out some old expired film that I’d been hoarding away I gotta send more rolls of undeveloped film to San Clemente taken with this old Rolleicord Many pictures of the moon and the fog Somewhere around Guerneville And taken from my neighborhood The world gets more complicated every day But maybe that’s just about decisions we choose to make To keep going and to keep persisting It’s not easy to push forward in this world, is it? I paid my taxes and sent a note to my accountant about an overdue return I saw “Sunshine Rock” had a new track streaming Beau said he had an experience with Bob that somehow reminded him of how I do my writing and my recording Beau said he’d send more details later as he was in session And now that the album is slated to come out soon I’m curious again Also Jessica Pratt’s new album is streaming on NPR, it’s called “Quiet Signs” What a beautiful album... it would be a dream of mine To one day work with Jessica Pratt, who is a musical genius Let her songs transport you to another world Last year I was in a neighborhood down in Los Angeles called Echo Park Me and my friends met up at a bar called Semi Tropic Spending time with friends and a bottle of wine But they lost me as the conversation turned to astrology Then I looked over and saw Jessica Pratt and a couple guys who I assumed Were an engineer and maybe the guy I recognized from YouTube I wanted so bad to walk over and say "Hi, I’m Kevin You’re a genius and I’m a genius too Why don’t we get together and make some music? Why don’t we sing about our lives and trade verses? For example, I can sing about how much I hate astrology, I personally think it’s a lot of nonsense, But if you happen to love astrological signs we’ll sing about that, that’d be fine by me." In the old days they’d call that a duet I think Grabbed a bottle of Mineragua And from my nightstand an orange prescription bottle Got the schedule for this weekend settled with Adam I can’t wait to hear brass and woodwind sounds Ready to relax after a shower, I swallowed a 600 milligram ibuprofen pill Sat my ass down after a week that included two late nights out Muscles in my legs are so aching and tired I want to lie down and sleep for twelve hours When the climate outside is the same as a Frigidaire And the rain doesn’t stop coming down, not in February When you tell someone you’re cold and they say no it isn’t, I disagree Tell them gently, I feel like you’re not hearing to me The texts and emails I’m reading on my cell phone are frustrating Got a job change coming up and my anxiety is peaking I have a note to meditate tomorrow morning for three minutes To curb my anxieties that spike without warning But now I'm thinking about my Fender Rhodes Suitcase piano And I’m staying up tonight to write these verses I'm gonna sing to you And now I read that Pegi Young died twenty-eight days ago I don’t know how I could miss that news The rain is pouring down, they said there was a flood warning You bet I’m looking forward to going, I got tickets to Mexico in March And now one of my photographer friends is jealous of my old Rolleicord I said don’t envy me my friend, this and my instruments are all I’ve got in this world The lunar eclipse happened the other day I had to text my friend to ask her what everyone was calling it I had stopped at the side of the road in my Forester after we had emerged from the rain in the forest and the fog of Monte Rio I spent a few minutes with it, and moved on

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released October 16, 2020

All Songs Written by Kevin Dickerson
Recorded at Tiny Telephone in San Francisco, California
Album art by Kevin Dickerson

Engineered by Adam Hirsch
Mixed by Adam Hirsch
Produced by Adam Hirsch and Kevin Dickerson
Mastered by TW Walsh

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Kevin Dickerson San Francisco, California

Kevin Dickerson is a songwriter who lives in San Francisco.

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