Gomorrah

Sitting on my summer deck
Jerry plays, hot in the sun
I reach out with myself
to commune with nature

The very same one
I tamed with power tools

irony hangs thick on the air

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~ Ecstasy ~

Matilda green Frankenstein lover
spectacular aurora borealis

where do the colors fly?

in my eyes
in the sky
on lightning bolts like glorious steeds
they gallop through my mind

touching
feeling
sensing awe

wrapped in cobalt
blue steel grin
my powder keg thoughts release again

alone in dark surpassing

focus on the butterfly
it’s teeth ensnared in blood
talons flash from velvet sheaths
lunar tilts the tide and mood

calm and quiet, the sparks that fuels
awake and last-gasp thrashing
someone’s face in nowhere now
alone in dark surpassing

brightness on the manic side
grit your teeth and smile
it’s how you wear the needful face
to please the masses mild

so pass along your stolen faith
epiphanies are solely centered
a fade to past will dwell in hope
the mercilessness now has ended

The Pledge

While Congress wrings it’s hands over Bill Barr, here’s an idea:

Why doesn’t every person currently running for President (regardless of party) make sure to make the following pledge in every speech, “My name is Blah Blah Blah, I’m running for President of the United States and I refuse to accept help from a foreign power to get elected to be your President!”

At some point, what will be most notable and newsworthy will be the candidates who don’t make that promise. And it doesn’t take an Act of Congress!

Hot Rats

I went to see the Bizarre World of Frank Zappa show in Boston last night. I was psyched when the show was announced and jumped on tickets, but as the shows began I read a couple things on social media that made me a little nervous just days before this show. Luckily, as it turns out I didn’t agree with them anyway.

Ahmet is a weird dude, and so was his dad. But it was obvious that some people were turned off by his antics, and some of the social media commentary reflected it. In my opinion though, I thought it was awesome. Some people might not, but I recognize that FZ fans are also a naturally jaded bunch, so there’s no pleasing them all anyway. And it seems like EVERYONE has an opinion on how Frank and his music should be honored (and for some reason they also all seem to have an opinion on Zappa internal family politics).

First off, the band was tight. There’s something about hearing the vocals of Frank, Ray White, and Bobby Martin (the latter two both still have excellent voices) that really made it fit like an old glove. The playing was on point! Some of Frank’s prerecorded guitar work was just phenomenal. And the band were such an accomplished group who knew the music and played it with obvious heart. There was plenty of ripping jams much of it demanding technical precision, and an excess of unbridled buffoonery.

For me I think the key was that I didn’t go into with a standard live performance expectation. Because it is, and it isn’t. It was a visual, audial, and eyebrowial live showing.

Do Dweezil and Co. play awesome music in Frank’s spirit? Yes. So did these guys. Is there some eyebrows present at a ZPZ show? Sure, but this shit was a step above.

If you liked the more avant-garde edge of Frank’s stuff, and some of the cringey weirdness of his shows (think some of the dance off and audience participation, but thankfully no panty sniffing party) then you’ll love it. If you enjoy spotlighting the funnier side of Frank’s music, you’ll love it. And if you liked some of Frank’s art, then this show is a visual smorgasbord. I laughed my ass off throughout. Sure, Ahmet’s antics could have been half as long, but you can’t tell me his dad didn’t have fun with some of the same kinds of shit.

I felt like the whole night was a homage to Frank’s sense of humor, his music, his creative spirit, and most importantly his ideas on art in general as it hit you with multiple mediums at the same time. I just felt like it had a lot of Frank’s spirit present for the eyes, the ears, and the eyebrows.

a small voice

secret stock in yesterday
pack it deep inside
cherished grudge and festerthought
unease and disquiet thrive

possession of the certainty
that they’re or then’s the balm
buried deep in cancer rot
nostalgic hues to warm

dislocated and blame direct
you manifest the cause
searchlight cast and scapegoat set
your doom repeats alone

thoughts and prayers, likes and hits
the void a tarnished spot
junk food diet of false concerns
emaciated soul of loss

set adrift in foul play
today’s forgotten ‘morn
it’s yours to choose and back to turn
the pain of growth is born