Monday, August 18, 2014

The Act of Singing

The Act of Singing

what’s this thing that you’re doing? 
what’s it for? 
someone your age 
has a family or an overdose

don’t you get enough attention, 
you want more 
listen to those voices 
they tell you to stop

the act of singing 
it’s embarrassing 
like a kid on the subway 
who’s got to move  

the act of singing 
something for children 
you don’t play with crayons 
on the floor

if you want satisfaction 
get a room 
doing things in public 
how very rude 

you want more action 
see a sex counsellor 
who can prescribe medicine 
for this need of yours

the act of singing 
something pure 
like a savant in a village 
being a devil 

the act of singing 
from a man in a suit 
seems silly 
with all the war in the world 

take lessons
get in a chorus
don’t be public
you’ll be divorced

to do—you’re not 
you’re not very 
you’re not very 

professional

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Desperation Points



you'll grow up 
into these blues
decades cut, 
loneliness names you

open your mouth 
hear the sound
your voice becomes 
these songs

about heartbreak 
just guess
pencil in the spaces 
you'll later color in

you desire experience
alas, 
there are no child prodigies 
in this business

decades rolling 
with these blues
for a few years 
of best work

you’ll return then 
to the wind 
to become a notion 

for someone else

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Retreat (never surrender)

These chords will not yield up a song. I'll go to bed early and attack them in the morning while they're still asleep.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Musical Mother Tongue


I have no scientific basis for this; in fact books like This Is Your Brain On Music would claim it’s your adolescence, but I’ve noticed that when I’m working out songs in my head, my template seems to be the decade of my pre-adolescence (the 70’s) rather than my adolescence (80’s). In fact, I consciously avoid anything that sounds like the 80’s regardless of the fact everyone says my music reminds them of David Byrne or someone else (perhaps that’s just the sound of restless white dudes without a schooled music background. Anyways, for me the platonic ideal/default setting is mid-tempo funk with jazzy chords and horns and strings. Like everything on AM radio or Sesame Street back in the day. 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The Waiting

Will the mixing engineer do the work? Will the guitarist accept $300? Did you approach the right vocalist for the track? Can you afford you credit card payment this month, plus the effects boxes? Will your job leave you too exhausted to practice? Will anyone come to the show? Will someone other than your friends come to the show?

Does any of it matter?

Work in a way that doesn't leave you broke. If you're really compelled to do this, the indifference of most people shouldn't phase you. If you continue to improve yourself, be inspired by other artists, research, practice and question your practices, things should run (relatively) smoothly.

I think only the writers last, though. It's too problematic to be a drummer or a bass player, schlepping around refrigerators for gigs for too many years. The back gives out. Writers don't have a choice, or many other options. They're fucked :).

Saturday, June 14, 2014

The plastic inside of us


our insides are legos
try to snap me off
I slip into a thermos
leaving an oil spot
I love your latex fetish
it doesn’t go deep enough
mile-long reefs in oceans
compounds found in rocks
drawn to sharp designs
molded into love
plastisphere spans continents
orbiting planets as space junk
unconditional, unconventional
let’s block around the clock
bullet proof,telepathic-
the plastic inside of us