Boris McCutcheon songwriter musician Producer

That boat by the rope strung across the Wenyu river,

That little row boat always loosely tied to the tree

Is finally tucked away in the leaves

That sharpened widow-maker by the red path,

Always creaking and sawing away it’s…

February-March 2023

“Chinese Strawberries” 

My first song written in China.  It originally had a darker tone.  Key of C major

The trees are speaking Mandarin

The strawberries catch my eye,

Laid so gently in velvet boxes

Against the darkening the…

October 31st, Halloween 2024

“White Cave”

This was a 5 minute free form writing exercise I later turned into a Drums and Bass song

The air filters are blowing, creating 40 dB of constant white noise. I know this because…

December 4th, 2023

“Cocoon” 

A poem about healing from my accident

Half finished, half made

Cocoon in a dark place

Not ready for the light or flight 

Transforming in my own juices

My new voice cracking

My bones fusing

This…

Voluptuous April! 

Riots of flowers, lilacs super blooming in the compound

Persian yellow roses arching into wild mustard pastels

There by the windrows of leaves and dirt berms, 

Under the cedars I startled them,

the young lovers

As the dog…

Our trip to Harbin finally happened this past weekend. The family took separate DiDi’s and managed to arrive at the fast train station at the same time. I packed two large backpacks, one with warm gear and the other one…

Persimmon Tree in Shunyi                                                                          

The air is clear and good today. 

There is a gentle breeze in Beijing 

Inside the 5th Ring. 

My daughter left the doors ajar. 

“The temperature is perfect” she told me.

She went out for a…

March 7, 2023

This past week feeling settled finally. 

Feeling a little bit more comfortable and my circle is expanding. Highlights were a long walk in bad air to a beautiful spot on the Wen Yu river and then a…

Feb 2, 2023

Strange dreams last night. Cats. A huge bloody rat – I had a gig with Bard somewhere. I finally started playing the gig and I was playing solo, except there was an old folks yoga class blasting…

Jan 11, 2023

The wind is blowing like crazy outside. "The winds of change" I guess. 

The phones don't work. The tower is down or the messages are simply blown away?

The moving man is supposed to arrive at 10:30…