HELLO HELLO!

It's finally here folks.. "Rattle My Faith",The Wineskins

You may order the CD NOW here:      www.wineskinsmusic.com

Your CD will ship within 7 days.

The release date for Digital Sales is February 14! Available on ITUNES, CDBABY, SPOTIFY, etc..

The first 500 cd's are Limited Editions. Please pass the info on to your friends and families.

PEACE!

Keith and Jeff

October

Hey folks, it's been a while since I posted, but a lot has been happening. Jeff and I have been working on the final touches for the Wineskins debut album, "Rattle My Faith". It is set to come out in December...keep your fingers crossed. Over the past month we have also been writing up a storm. 7 new tunes already and more on the way! Jeff being in Nashville and me being in Oxford has not slowed us down, in fact, it seems to have even inspired us more. Jeff will call me up or email me with a story, an idea, a thought..and then the song comes pretty quickly. I email it to Jeff and he writes the music. We are using "Memo" on our Iphones to share the musical ideas and flesh them out. Pretty dang cool.

The art work for "Rattle My Faith" is looking great, thanks to Katrina. I hoe to have some of it to show soon. 

"Rattle My Faith" will be available on CD and Vinyl. I love vinyl! So glad it's making a comeback.

More news to come!

Peace,
W. Keith Moore

Out of thin air

Last night i went to Jeff's studio and 4 new songs appeared out thin air..like snowflakes.. songs that did not exist yesterday morning are now among us. 1. The Girl Next Door   2. I miss Old Mexico   3. The Big Emptiness  4. I love Camouflage. Can't wait for you to hear them...soon...keith

15 My Life Ain't Over

15 My Life Ain't Over

Timing

We wait in Advent..
Advent-ure continues..
The story never gets old
but the waiting sure does.
Learning to laugh in the waiting..
to pray in the waiting..
to love in the waiting..
to embrace frustration in the waiting..
to trust in the waiting..
waiting to see something never seen
to taste something never tasted
to feel something never felt
to laugh with the joy of detachment...
not needing so much we thought we did..
not so much of this or that..
and then..
He comes in some kind of unexplainable way.
and the waiting begins again..

wkm
nashville
for stjoftc

A Dream?

She hovers above him..

her bare feet dangle a few feet above the foot of the bed.
More beautiful than anything he has ever seen.
Silent and Other..So what does a man say to an angel?.
to a Being of light?
"How goes it?", "What's up?"..
That's a strange dream Jim.
Jimmy sat down and placed his head in his hands..
I am not sure if it is a dream bro,
it seems real.
Does she say anything?
Nothing..she just hovers for a few seconds,
her wings barely moving..
she has a slight smile with very relaxed dark eyes.
Weird bro.
Tommy called for his Basset Hound Faulkner and walked to the front door,
How many nights in a row now?
Jimmy sat back and looked at his watch as if that had anything to do with anything..
3.
Tommy and Faulkner walked out into the humid winter morning.
Cool enough for a jacket, but not really,
you'll be sweating in this humidity in a minute,
even with it around 57 degrees..
It's hard to get comfortable some days in a Mississippi winter.
He picked up Faulkner and put him on the passenger seat..

wkm
Where's Rilke?

Where's Rilke?

I am going to put the dogs in the car,
drive just across County Road 202,
enter the field of Bermuda interspersed with brown winter weeds,
park near the tree line.
I will go to the house trailer on the property and ask permission,
hoping they will allow my dogs and me to walk on their property.
I am tired of parks with leash laws, controlled environments, perfectly dressed upper middle class humans,
angry looks from hyper sensitive shallow soul ignoring boobs because i refuse to leash...
i refuse to leash...
If the people in the trailer allow us,
I will get them out of the car and walk through a narrow opening in a wall of Kudzu.
I do not know what is on the other side of this slight opening,
But it seems to be filled with light..In my imagination I have already seen it,
it will be as the door in Lewis' wardrobe..
opening to a field of tall brown weeds and low moving clouds..
Jack will see and chase many squirrels!
Pig will run with abandon, stretching, reaching, bounding with exuberance!
I will find silence one only finds while lost in an unknown field with his dogs.

wkm
Oxford