December 2009
1 post
in memorium, a few days late...
“when we got married, we knew our honeymoon was going to be public anyway, so we decided to use it to make a statement. our life is our art. that’s what the bed-in was. we sat in bed and talked to reporters for seven days. it was hilarious. in effect, we were doing a commercial for peace instead of a commercial for war. the reporters were going “un-huh, yea, sure,”...
October 2009
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January 2009
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December 2008
8 posts
The Night Of Joy & another night too!
i will be hosting a DJ night w/ Adam tomorrow, Monday December 29th @ The Lost Bar in Kensington located @ Frankford & Hagert, Philadelphia, PA. it starts @ 9pm so, make the right decision and be there or be cursed to forever wonder what your life may have been like had you gone.
also, i’ll be DJ-ing by myself on New Year’s Eve, Wednesday December 31st (duh!), @ The South Philly...
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Force My Hand
Time won’t change the gloom to good Wasted And I won’t change though you wish I would I just can’t Without your love I won’t accept one victory Though I’ve got the marks I climbed the tree of life and fell So now I’m stuck And claustrophobic Rocks in my shoulder Lying on the ground Cried out of luck Just shut up and go to sleep But when I wake...
Odetta Holmes 1930 ~ 2008
i played a bruce springsteen tribute concert at carnegie hall last year and Odetta was one of the performers that night. she did a version of 57 channels (and nothin’ on.) it’s easily one of the worst songs he’s ever written, but done spoken word style by Odetta w/ accompaniment it was transformed into a knowingly corny yet firey rebuke.
later back stage i was holding a 5...
November 2008
6 posts
THE LAST OF THE WINE
I lie here dying in a hundred small ways ~ from voices crying my name down nameless hallways ~ and the clock keeps ticking-eating up the time ~ and I’m down to the last of the wine.
My stomach growling at the movement my hand makes ~ in reaching out toward the disappearing handshapes ~ and the room keeps turning slowly in my mind ~ and I’m down to the last of the wine.
And I crawl on...
here's a Deep Thought by Jack Handey for the...
When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it’s not, ummmm, boy.
Shrinking World Tonight my wife is sad That’s what she told me No one comes to see us anymore It’s getting lonely We spent the day together Playing rummy in the park Till the baby started crying And it started getting dark I got dinner going While she bathed the little girl Then we put her down to sleep And crawled inside our shrinking world We used to stretch the...
i have this little digital notation...
from Town Of Mirrors
Firmly rooted and quite hell bent
the old grunt packs up the hose
and pokes his nose in the old trunk trap
hurts from the years of concentration
spent in the umpire’s association
It leaves a bad taste
like licking stamps
and drinking shitty coffee
the night eats us up alive
and spits us out in the morning
where we rise again
Partners in shit-heeled glory
Everybody thinks...