new player

black fantastic is the jukebox sleek and dripping red
honeysuckle awaits her partner, leaned lax across speakers
vibrating along with the baseline
i have no choice but to fill the space
express freedom of movement, excess of color
corner pop, gush flow and ass everywhere
like tigers on vaseline! david bowie exclaimed

shift in stages

smashed

In my mind i was set on this path about 7 years ago and it all began the moment i veered off the road to avoid rear-ending someone who neglected to use their turn signal…there had been a few too many of those in my early driving days so i opted for narrowly escaping death by telephone pole, wildly maneuvering through the underbrush and smashing into a hefty tree…the cop who pried my door open said “10 inches to the left and you wouldn’t have made it…”

at the time this was a major bad deal but as the years passed i saw it as a kind of awakening.
i wrote a short story about a boy who also smashed into a tree but he died, or rather his energy was needed elsewhere...the boy was so filled with excitement and possibility that it couldn't be contained and it was let loose to become a part of something bigger...

the whole thing was a jarring experience
yanked off the road and smashed into surroundings!
but awareness is heightened
as if tapped into a new frequency
i can see energy, i feel the potential
everything is possible all the time

convenience

a while ago i stepped into a 7-11 looking for a pack of camels and a milky way when i was verbally insulted by the man behind the counter, one invasive question led to another righteous accusation and he told me i could be struck down right outside his store and no one would care…this fucker went on to tell me i was going down the wrong path…

once i got over the initial shock of it all, i realized that something about me stood out and made this guy uncomfortable…

i saw this as a sign that something was going right; i had chosen a path and people like him had no business on it.

Several years later, this notion of the wrong path still lingers in my mind and it has gradually become part of my own mythology…

crazy

sometimes crazy is the only word that can sum it up.

today i am reflecting on the ultimate craziness that went down at the City Paper Holiday Party last night...they must have put something into those poorly made rail drinks to bring it out of us. but it was both beautiful & totally raunchy...me and the vivacious sheri simon rocked the karaoke with prince's i would die for you, complete with guttural demon voices and smoldering moves...my aunt dot rocked out sweet child of mine and got me to jump in with a big dance finale, there was some interpretive dancing and a duet with the amazing alice lewis (karaoke queen and assistant art director)...i expressed both delight and horror at the antics of the 4 receptionists, making out and performing some impressive numbers...one of our drivers came up and asked if he could kiss me....sheila totally channeled tina turner in front of our very eyes...

dan was back on the horse after a rough thursday night (beware of the mysteriously named "special drink") at salome, an eithopian bar we threw a party at just for kicks...

watching dvd's of the muppet show has really shed some light on a big influence on my work. the colors, the expressions, the shapes and general attitude of the muppets continues to amaze me.

now i must be off, destination: olney.
my sister is home!