Wishing Well, by Jason Kutchma

Wishing Well

by Jason Kutchma

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Comes in a DVD case with a custom cover and lyric booklet. Each cover combines the Wishing Well art with a wrap featuring a unique picturesque view of America. Twenty odd page booklet with full color cover.

The DVD cases are recycled. Most are black, some are clear, some are yellow. I did my best to use cases in good sturdy condition. Some minor blemishes may be evident.

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1.	Too Much of a Good Thing 03:16	lyrics
Right here’s best, where the highways cross One goes east, the other gets lost On the corner of the adjacent square A general faces another’s stare Soon the people begin to talk Coffee’s poured, pedestrians walk There’s a blinking above the Barber Shop Cutting heads END SCENE Too much of a good thing There’s a white van coming to take me away “Ha ha!”, they said So get out of my way Cherry bomb, a laser sight An outside agitator runs off to the night Leaving a bill that’s due There’s black, there’s blue Evening becomes yesterday’s news This mourning in America Too much of a good thing
2.	Let It Go 03:05	lyrics
I was feeling defeated before leaving the house today It’s lord of the flies for The Bored Housewives of LA Drinking broken water watching stunts on Slaughterhouse, High Five! The bodies out front are burying me alive Still I try Well, I try to try I text an ex-President for my daily affirmation. Amen. Wreckage for breakfast, my headrest’s depressed again No time or motivation In the recline of western civilization I try to start but my heavy heart just palpitates That you can’t control you just must let it go I can’t move It’s too late for my digital poker face I’m a billionaire of air preparing for the nearing harms race Venetian blinds raise suspicious eyes at me My neighbors are complainers But I’ve got metaverse retainers already That you can’t control you just must let it go
3.	The Love Divine 03:34	lyrics	buy track
There’s a bluebird in her backyard Coming to paint her spring She’s the one, she’s got my heart The only one who’ll wait for me This love divine Left the harbor where I heard the band Their sweet melodies To the sea spreading on the sand It’s sweeter what her silence brings To the love divine She’s the one Dunes on the highway Mansions tumble and fall Rain’s running sideways Rolling thunder Hundred dollar bills crawl To the love divine She’s the one
4.	Beautifully Fail 03:24	lyrics
Some are born with the greatness Some plain born with the gift I believe everybody’s got something It’s just we don’t know yet Quite what the something is I know the voice Not one of your own Comes from some strange outer space Well, it too is a gift It leaves about as fast as it came Right before it leaves the brain it says to you Friend I wish you well It’s alright if you beautifully fail Then you want to hear the voice again As if you heard but weren’t really listening You have to pay attention I know, I know, I know It’s here then it’s gone But that’s life And it’s beautiful because It leaves about as fast as it came Right before it leaves the brain it says to you Friend I wish you well It’s alright if you beautifully fail
5.	Till the Wheels Fall Off 02:55	lyrics
Higher ground for a hired hand I run like hell in one lifelong night stand Always coming back for what’ll never be pleased They tell me what I want I want to know what I need Living to rise when the night is falling Can’t call it a choice when this feeling’s calling I hate to leave but I got to go Too late to believe I’m not alone Back to the beginning, closer to the end Down for the count but I ain’t done yet So I give it all I got Gotta keep it going Till the wheels fall off You ever never care to win? You ever never care to lose? You’re just holding on Holding on to let it loose Back to the beginning, closer to the end Down for the count but I ain’t done yet So I give it all I got Gotta keep it going Till the wheels fall off
6.	You've Come a Long Way, Baby 03:45	lyrics
I know what’s good for me so I forget it I know what’s crucial so I lose it I know what I should do but I don’t I’m ready to roll down the boulevard I’m ready Finally ready I know what I need but I don’t want it I’ll never see the irony but I’m gonna make it In New York City, I’m gonna make it in your parade You’ve come a long way baby Baby you’ve come a long way I have what I want to go where I won’t You’ve come a long way baby Maybe you’re a baby of Bernays I’ll never let you down Have I ever let you down? I’ll never let you down Will I ever let you down? You’ve come a long way baby Baby you’ve come a long way You’ve come a long way baby Baby you’ve come a long way
7.	Spell Your Under 03:21	lyrics
This spell you’re under’s by an evil priest Cast for those who believe in nothing So they’ll believe anything He’ll ratchet up the enchantment His half truths are whole lies Sick and twisted, evict this wicked Before you’re a victim of your own crime All hail, all hail This spell you’re under The wizard waves his wand Blood permission for a broken religion To worship the fraud of this warship god Counterfeit living in a hypnotized shell Making enemies of all your friends And friends of the most enemetic in hell He gets to conjuring, stirring in our fears Of something within us Then something between us just disappears On unholy marble on the highest of hills What we had held in his hands As he comes in for the kill All hail in hell
8.	Lincoln’s Wishing Well (Lerna, IL) 04:28	lyrics
I’m not feeling this party I’m not feeling that much at all Maybe a little brokenhearted on my way to the capitol Did you stare at yourself in this wishing well? Did you talk about all you thought but never tell? Was your head in your hands? Was a tear in your eye? Were you thinking, “Sure wish I was born any other time?” No one has to know Whisper to me, I won’t tell a soul Whisper to me, I won’t tell a soul Wearing your top hat, listening to rock and roll Whisper to me, I won’t tell a soul Was the sky wide behind you Or was it flat like a silver plate? What did you flick your penny wishing For that coin to one day have your face? Oh no, not you You were hanging on hope Hanging on belief Caught between the heart and throat Sometimes it makes you Sometimes it breaks you Overtakes you Sometimes makes you choke No one has to know Whisper to me, I won’t tell a soul Whisper to me, I won’t tell a soul Wearing your top hat, listening to rock and roll Whisper to me, I won’t tell a soul

about

NEWPORT, OREGON

My wife works in global health. Her job requires month-long trips to Africa. In July '22, she was making one of those trips.

Though I miss her when she travels, it’s usually a good opportunity for me to work on projects that may bring her annoyance when she’s around: banging a hammer while remodeling a house, screaming into a microphone recording an album. It was time for the latter.

I had a slew of songs in the head but no recent time or energy to get them out because, for the previous six months, my focus was not on music but house and home work. After a five year stay in Idaho, we were moving farther west. I finished projects on our house, packed our beloved possessions in storage and sold the less loved remains. In June of that year, we left Idaho for an apartment in a small town on coast of Oregon.

Two weeks before her travel abroad, I experienced great discomfort in my left hand, my fretting hand, the one used to make chords on my guitar. I couldn’t press my thumb against the back of the neck without severe pain. I tried touching my thumb to my pinky and could advance no closer than four inches.

Other than absolute emergencies, I tend to troubleshoot and self-diagnose until either I get better or have my annual physical. In this case, I took some anti-inflammatory meds then bought a used cylindrical cooler, filled it with ice, and soaked my hand every few hours. I wore a brace in the intervening time.

I couldn’t recall any trauma or instance where I damaged the hand. Maybe it was due to overworking with the repairs on our house. Or maybe during the packing of our life into a box. Maybe it was from overplaying chords for the past few decades.

There was a whisper of depression in my mind, an admittance that perhaps music making days are over. I would fend the notion with positivity, that this instance of my hand is temporary. But then a wave of reality would wash over that notion, that the state of the human body is temporary, a peak of growth then a time long of degradation.

For a week, this is how my mind conversed with itself, vacillating between two opposing drastic possibilities. I had hope that my hand would get better but also entertained possible resignation. However, though the human body degrades, modern medicine advances. There was sadness thinking that my days of making music might be behind me but also pride in a past catalog. Back and forth. Back and forth. I wasn’t going to rush to any conclusion but it was tough not considering all future possibilities.

We were in a new town, our belongings were in storage. These songs were nagging.

I thought maybe I could rest my left hand and flesh the songs out using only my right hand on a keyboard. If the left hand does heal, at least I’ll have some demos and the songs will stop tapping and banging on that frontal lobe.

I went to thrift stores, looking for a keyboard. I found one, a gem from the late 80’s. Cheap too.

My wife went to Africa. I stayed in the apartment for a few weeks and had a blast, making music in a direction I've never tried.

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released October 24, 2023

by Jason Kutchma
James Philips: cowbell on 'You've Come a Long Way, Baby'

Mixed by James Philips
Mastered by Justin Longerbeam

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Cover:
Carol Highsmith - Dried flowers from the funeral of Abraham Lincoln.
Artifact in the museum collection, National Park Service

Back:
Carol Highsmith - Pillow that Abraham Lincoln died on at the Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

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A special thanks to Beth-Ann Kutchma, Brandon Collins, and Wes Wolfe

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