Daryl Scairiot: Home

As some of you may already have heard, I live in Phoenix again!

North Carolina, to offer an understatement, didn't work out so good.

At any rate, I'm happy as hell to be back in the hometown.

And my first official live appearance is slated for Monday, February 20, at the Trunk Space. (See the 'Calendar' page for details.)

Arizona, it's great to be back!

I don't think there's been a single day of the past four years that I haven't missed you.

I'll see ya'll soon!

There really is a train that runs at midnight
Turns out that all those sad old songs were right
And there's evil in the hills of Carolina
Or else it's just that I get loneliest at night

O, there's gold in the hills of Carolina
Falling from the trees to rot there in the street
You come three thousand miles to find your fortune
Just to find your poverty complete

And I'd like to tell my friends in California
As soon as I get money for a phone:
There really is a train that runs at midnight
And it really is the saddest sound I know

At times I think there really are no different places
And faces here look just like ones out West
Just looking for their master by the river
Waiting for their boatman and their rest

O, but land is cheap and beauty here is cheaper still
And the mountain air lays frost across your bones
And there really is a train that runs at midnight
And it really is the saddest sound I know


(c) 2005 Daryl Scairiot

Goodbye cruel world.
I'm dearly departing to Asheville, North Carolina, on November 1st.

There will be a funeral for me on Saturday, October 29, at Michele's, in Santa Rosa.
(see calendar page for details)

California, it's been swell (if a bit laborious and unaffordable).
There are a great many of you whom I will miss painfully.
But I take comfort that I will see you again when my ghost floats through town on tours and my wife's family's reunions.

I love you all.

Aloha.


"Let's all drink to the death of a clown."
- Dave Davies