"We can afford to blow off the jobs asking for an advertisers oilyrainbow ballad or some skinny chrome shine hit with no need to hurry or wait for the moment the gears would spin." That statement startled the staff, everyone searching for someones eyes to steady on, since the first big song sidestepped turned round and jjitterbugged to the center spotlight. It created a kind of success that requires bulky rockabilly costume trunks postmarked with ascetic history stamps. Just a few fridays before when we realized it didnt matter, it was not w/o ennui.
"dam tricky timing" she had to rephrase the lyrics once more again to some 16th notes just pissed (just a chance to see the sky somewhere w/o the cracked window and relentless engine of silence intruding on the ear.
how presumptuous she spit out the back "chew us"
'why bother 2 change this bit on the 16th bar? just cuz hambone can't reach his note fuggettit'
slam, a flat chop on the file cabinet, mmm hmmm hmmm, she started humming. with a velvet pine resin and capo cloth started polishing the luminous surface of the cameo locket i wore around my neck.
'why bother 2 change this bit on the 16th bar? just cuz hambone can't reach his note fuggettit'
slam, a flat chop on the file cabinet, mmm hmmm hmmm, she started humming. with a velvet pine resin and capo cloth started polishing the luminous surface of the cameo locket i wore around my neck.
from the tinroof brick garret top the old textile mill we couldnt have predicted this diamatrix living those years luminously wickered from swollen summer so deep o into old brother winter wearing white with beaded snowmen. decking out with march hare and leprechauns in may...
(once uponatime she could stroll down 2nd avenue and not find a rainquote gently laid on a mud puddle 4a ladys white pumps 2 glide over) the waves and gestures of pride tipping hats blowing kisses. smiles with slow melting glacial weariness slickd in the sweaty corners. to repeat it so often repeat it so often it was no not that again back in 88 if i hadnt done that television interview i said yes eyes watering a balloon rising and inside of it a picture of a yacht in full sail billowing on a blue sea with sunlight melting butter over popcornclouds) tell it like it was she sighed."now is the last thing i ever first wanted" the thoughts circling her head vibrate like cello strings in remote attendance to the siren of a medic van in traffic. A few rooms away some heavy heeled New Orleans charleston slide from ear to ear. thumpthump fiddleplex contradance audition. and in her headphones voices insinuate lyric for a tragicomedy of error theme as it slips beneath the shallows of a blue lagoon. proud and trusting in knowing the way to hunt and gather unknowable risk in realtime space because .thats how it is, we carry on
the studio tablature of speaking in 'how things are' is the basic language of creation. clearly the next idea will be better than before is a motto “You are” "I am" “That is a” it would coincide with one or another calligraphic sweep scribbled with strikethrough. in comic relief what she always said "it would have occurred if it hadnt been so cursed or was it cured
all the while we are walking in a landscape christo-draped w/gauze tenderly plucking non-pythagorean notes whirling into orbits turning mobius melodies inside out.
first written 11/08/08 - rewrkd now
