Monday, August 31, 2009

Through



Catch the reflection
or at
least

the aspect. Stare
into it
until

it burns your
retinas. Then
look




up.

Duhpside Down



I'm having fun with this. Lisa thought it would be funny to take video of me dancing around like a silly chickie. The others are too embarrassing to put here. lol (there is singing involved)

I guess I should note that the song (that you can't actually hear) is Breed.

Slowed Duh

Grass in the stream



I bet the water giggles being tickled by all those blades of grass.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

10:23pm
I'm a little stuck so help me out. I have something in my eye. When I searched for it in the bathroom I saw nothing. Doesn't that always happen? I need my glasses to see what it is, but can't have my glasses on while digging in my eye. Don't you have something witty to say about that? I can't figure it out.

10:26pm
It is starting to irritate. I am getting emotional in response to a wacky two days and this stupid thing in my eye. Keys are jingling in the hallway and my friend just woke up. Blogger could not save this post and cautions me. I can't expect this to work out.

10:28pm
Post saved. Still eye irritated. Friend still sleeping. I am going to wash my face now.

10:30pm
Eye problem solved. Maybe I can save. More caution. Maybe just dream.

from the couch

droopy cutie
can't work the dvd
time share
vacation
drop on by
and kiss me
black & white movie
shouting jump
bedtime
watch me
watch you
dangle in mid air

When you miss the show, make one up and dance





Saturday, August 29, 2009

Last night's drawings


I did it, found the funny for myself. At least there are others out there who neatly package it for me on youtube

Ok, the concept of god is funny, farting is funny, preachers are funny, preachers talking about sex is funny, so when you put all of that together it makes for a great ab workout. I couldn't even get through half of the second video without needing a break from laughing and drooling on myself. I really needed this!



Where's my funny at?

I didn't want to have to make up my own funny today.
I checked my normal funny spots and no funny to report.
Is it the dampness in the air or just that I'm doing laundry?
I'll be packing and driving and vacationing soon and James Tayloring.
I can't be falling to ash and be bump on a logging all day.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Cosmo Night

Because I laugh.
Because you
do,

too. I can't
say no
more.

Sea gulls? Herons?
God? ha
ha.

There isn't an
answer to
this.

I am not
untouchable. I'm
not

anything which has
a name.
Why

is this form
useful? How
did

it become so?
You. You
are

the connection to
this burp
of

cosmo. Ask me
not why.
I

wish I knew.
Galaxy creation.
Stars

as child. "You
will have
a

boy and girl,"
she said.
"You

will meet your
love at
higher

elevation."
Foretelling? I
do not know!

I take it
as it
comes.

You are here.
No others
near.

It goes reaching
for what
I...

know or not.
It moves
me.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

my day

I'm so lost today. I am trying a new beer out and it's stronger than I thought it would be, or rather I haven't eaten much today so I'm feeling it more than normal. So is the case for that poem below. I'm normally not a diary kinda blogger but it happens. When did life get so complicated? lol
I'm going to see James Taylor this weekend and staying in the Berkshires with my gal pal. (like any guy would go see James Taylor, please correct me if I'm wrong) I keep wanting to record songs for fun but still stuck on the singing out loud part with no loud music in the background. So how was your day?
I had a good part of my day, too. I took a walk at a half abandoned insane asylum property in Newtown. Details will be spared. My eyes are dry and I ate a brownie. I made dinner, kale and penne with garlic and white sauce (olive oil and chicken stock) It was yummy. I'm babbling. Not drunk, don't worry. I don't really do that.

PS: almost forgot - I have poison ivy on my face.

In my past which means now

I toasted it
and supped it.

it sustained me
during empty years.

I thank it.

I toast it again.

But really, what is it?
Why does it
become a purpose?

Why must it be drawn
and pulled through

the cheese grater

to land in my soup?

I dig it.
Roll around in it.
Enjoy it until
it falls on me like a brick

which empties me
in admiration
for the reality

you hold.

Then again
it appears.

Is there a
chase to cut to?

I heard this today

on the way home and I fell in love with this song all over again.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Pep Talk

In and out it goes, gradually roaring in only to make puzzle piece sandbars in a few hours. And when they appear, going in deeper to the sea is possible. I get to see the snails, crabs, starfish... It's beautiful. I may change but nature's rhythms are sound. Dew appears on leaves and in webs to be consumed by the sun. A natural wet-dry vac. Life is only exhausting when I forget these things. It would be silly to be overwhelmed by a high tide when in just a little while I could sleep where I thought I would drown.

To Fluff

It feels real when you float/stumble over at around midnight. I used to kick you out and tell you to come back when you were able to remember your adventure the next day. I gave up on that. It is nice having you in my bed with your arm around me. Even when you get fresh, I don't really mind. You're a blob of particles with no more mass than a dollop of fluff. When you make a date with me to meet you at the Starbucks near your house at 6pm I let my stomach flip just once before I remind it that you probably don't know you did that. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me what you remember of our translucent time together. I can see it clearly. I might keep our date just to get some coffee and have a laugh, but when you don't show up I will be just fine.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Nicknames

An old friend
reminded me
today

of my high
school nickname-
PunkRockBoy.

Friday, August 21, 2009

It's Friday

Life is a buzzed up version of a tea drinkers nightmare. Life is Hefeweizen on a storm cloud day. Life is having babies that need glasses. Life is dealing with other people's shit and listening intently. Life is cleaning the toilet and doing the dishes. Life is searching for rainbows after the sky tinkles. Life is buying Banana Split Haagen-Dazs hours before someone breaks up with you. Life is eating ice cream on the couch and writing about your day.

oh, there's more

Thursday, August 20, 2009

New Work


Sephyrus Press seeks poems about the afterlife for an anthology

I am curious about people's view of the afterlife. So I am asking all willing to submit poems pertaining to that topic. The poem(s) can be your view of what happens, a theoretical scene or whatever you want.
Payment? I have no idea.
How many can you submit? As many as you'd like.
It will be another hand bound edition.
I'll include art inside. 
Questions, comments, submissions please send to rachel@sephyrus.com

Thanks!

I'm a happy boy!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

At the Cafe


Milford

Every moment here
sparkles my
heart.



Atlanticafe

$170 for a
crow, red lines,
black sky, my
gray tee shirt
and a latte.



Waiting

Jupiter table
toes play
sandal on off
game.

To Joe

You didn't love me.
As hard as I tried
to give you space,
respect, love only
for you, it didn't
make it through.
When it doesn't
matter what I do.
Loss of so much.
Home, family,
future. Old days,
children. Bye.
It wasn't supposed
to end like this.
And now I don't
speak to you.
Don't know what
to feel for you.
You have Casey.
My Prince. Best
friend. I don't
know where he is.
I am too afraid
to call you. Would
sacrifice my pet
to stay away.
Please place him
near the shore.
A place we all
still love. What
a shame this all
is. For everyone.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

62 Things (an e-book)


I made an e-book. You can check it out here: http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/62-things/7551401

It is $3.33 and contains 62 things.

It's a collage.

Thanks.



Sephyrus Press in 'da house

Monday, August 17, 2009

2:07 am

I don't know where to go.
I am sweaty and tired.
I just received an automated email response.

Quittin' Time

I've enjoyed
our reading.
Your Grandfather/
Mother/Daughter/
Son/Friend/Lover
is beautiful,
exuberant,
dancing, joyous
and not envious
to switch places.

Too Many Words

Hard cock nights
of boogey woogey
dreams transition
star wise into my
immediate need for you.

Peace Meal

So into you
care about
me.

Suggestion

Write a poem.
Nope.

WWJD?

desecration of
history for a bar

have a beer

Look Up

Racing at heart
football exhilarating
no meaning
memories or
touchdowns to
recall. Screams
of the 49rs yard
goals Dad crouch
jumping up for
happy childhood.

#3-5

Seven branched
brown stalked.



Stiff upper neck
line dress belt.



Mallarme for
reference- dies a
bit- lies close to love

Fluff

Outcropping half
under half over
murky algaed water
falls plummet goose
dander under
white bubbles.

Excursion

IPA days break
from the rays
garage gone stink bombs
red flood waterfall sing.
Piece of leaf twirl
in currents slosh
divined into patterns
spread up one green
vein at a time.

Sticky

One bead rolls down my chest.
One orange rind unravels.
One seed mind oxidizes.
One man fills his lungs.

Transmutation and the Dance of Joy

What is that juice that cleanses your body of toxins? Don't take a pill and chase it with grapefruit. How many ways are there to love another person? Infinite and one, I suppose. When is the time to act? When is the time to say I don't. When is it time to agree on earth and drink grapefruit juice after astral sex? Neptune. Pluto. Dreaming in sky planes. Never the same place at the same time. Never talked on the phone. Never a text or two after 2 am. Always enchanted when not cursing. Never an always almost a cloud. Almost is not yet. It means cleanse it back to dirt. Plant a seed for blossoming and watch the butterflies drink.

Iced Tea Evacuation

FOS doesn't stand for
field of sports. I
actually have no idea
what it means. The evacuation
route is riddled with
blue white-lettered signs.
Slender post.

Would you like some
iced tea? No thank you
I have lukewarm. Sauna
clouds above. Illusion
of rain, rained on me.
Umbrella of aura, green
green, green. Sprinkled
with stardust merkaba.

Brick Wall

twist up tendrils
soak so fast behind
ivy fingers. shades
between ocre, sallow
or swept. dangling
from single strand
silk. twist down
leaf choked from
vitality. by twisted
up tendrils.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Converge

In Neptune and Pluto,
V of geese, charging
Titans, the lime in
my drink. Rainbow
flashes light through
the window blinds.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

off

"gotta do something, something (higher, more intonation)"

wash a dish, wash me, dress, leave

quiet morning

A hard-fried egg topped with American cheese, gridded with a knife.
One bite with each sentence. Two bites for the word green.
It's just screen to screen. Consuming egg yolk with poetry.


Hot coffee, silk, smoke. It may be a make-up day.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Out of Pisces - A New Understanding of Why Marriage is Changing

We are moving out of the age of Pisces and into Aquarius. While I was already aware of that, today I made the connection of what that means for marriages. Pisces has an element of self-sacrifice involved in its influence which would match up with the old 50's style ideals of loyalty, perseverance and responsibility. Those are good qualities to have when you spend your life with one person and raise a family. There will be times when it doesn't feel so good to stick it out. Pisces was/is a crutch in those situations. It could have swayed, even if to a small degree, the mass logic and personal logic of the times. It strengthened marriage as a whole.

Now that we are shifting into Aquarius (and have been for decades) the story of marriage changes. We are not influenced into self sacrifice anymore and we are free to ask for what we want in a partnership. The break down of old roles leaves many confused and frankly, most people don't even know what they want. The transition into Aquarius will last for decades to come. It will be interesting to see what new mode of partnership arises out of the confusion.

More on this later.

Horoscope Day

FREE WILL ASTROLOGY
Week beginning August 13
Copyright 2009 by Rob Brezsny
http://FreeWillAstrology.com
Grammar key: Asterisks equal *italics*


LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): The monsoon rains have not blessed eastern India
with their usual downpours this year. In response, frustrated farmers have
resorted to a radical ritual: asking their unmarried daughters to get naked
and plow the fields. They believe that this will embarrass the weather
gods into acting correctly. In general, I approve of being creative in
making appeals to deities, but I recommend that you use a different
approach. Rather than shaming them into providing you with more love
and mojo, try flattering them. As if you were celebrating Halloween early,
go around impersonating a god or goddess who is overflowing with love
and mojo.

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Two annoyances that had been bugging you
before your exile have been neutralized. But you've still got at least one
more to go, so don't relax yet. In fact, I think you should redouble your
vigilance. Check expiration dates on your poetic licenses and pet theories.
Scrub the muck from your aura, even if your friends seem to find it
"interesting." And learn to read your own mind better so you can track
down any disabling thoughts that might still be lurking in remote corners.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Your upcoming adventures will probably make
no sense -- unless you redefine what constitutes "sense." If you do that,
your adventures could make absolutely lucid sense in a backward, upside-
down way that will rejuvenate you sexually, spiritually, and emotionally.
Here's another approach to understanding the point I'm trying to make:
The epic drama you're about to begin may yield no apparent lesson and
provide no practical guidance -- unless you empty your mind and give up
hope for extracting specific lessons and guidance -- in which case you will
be flooded with wise insights.

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): What tricks have you employed to outwit
your fears in the past? Remember them. Review them. Next, think about
the people who have inspired you to be more courageous than you
imagined were capable of. If you take these two actions, you will prepare
yourself well for the week ahead. I'm not saying that the things you're
scared of will be any bigger or badder than usual. But I want you to know
that you now have the potential to gain a robust new power over them.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): You are currently getting more miles per
gallon and more bang for the buck than you have in a long time. Your IQ is
creeping higher. Your knack for scoring good parking places is at a peak.
I'll even go so far as to say that it's been quite a while since you've been
teased by such thoroughly useful temptations. And get this, Sagittarius: I
suspect that you have an enhanced instinct for taking smart risks. The
only downside of all this good news is that you may not know your own
strength. That means you should test it fast; find out more about its
potential. Otherwise, you might break someone's heart by accident, or
prematurely shatter the illusions of a person who's not yet ready to stop
living in fantasyland.

CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): I wouldn't be surprised if your whole life
passed instantly before your eyes one day soon. Not because you'll come
close to literal physical death or anything dangerous at all, but rather
because you will have a brush with a magic power that could be yours in
the future -- a magic power that will be possible for you to fully own only
if you cut the umbilicus that links you to a dying source. Wow. Did I really
say that in a fun little astrology column? And are you really prepared to
change your life because of something you read in a fun little astrology
column? I hope so. In the coming weeks, it'll be the fun little things that
have the greatest potential to align you more closely with your soul's
code.


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AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): In the days ahead, you may not realize what
you're looking for until you find it. I advise you, therefore, to put into
action the following five-point plan. 1) Suppress any know-it-all
tendencies you might have. 2) Revive your childhood talent for being
voraciously curious about everything. 3) Ask more questions than you've
ever asked before. 4) Figure out how to be receptive without being
passive, and how you can be humble without muffling your self-
confidence. 5) Consider the possibility that you have a lot to learn about
what's best for you.

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): I've borrowed a fable from the ancient Greek
writer Aesop to create a parable you can use in the coming weeks. Once
upon a time there was a very thirsty crow. Rain hadn't fallen in a long
time, and the creek from which she'd always drunk had dried up.
Searching and searching for a bit of moisture, the crow finally happened
upon a tree under which sat a ceramic pitcher with some water in it. But
the pitcher's neck was narrow, and the crow couldn't fit her beak past it
to reach the water. Inspired by desperation, the crow at last got an idea.
Why not drop small rocks into the pitcher, making the water's level rise?
And that's exactly what she did. How sweet it was when at last she
quenched her thirst.

ARIES (March 21-April 19): I started producing some good work within ten
years of launching my writing career, but I didn't hit my stride until the
18th year. From what I hear, many other skills require a long training
period as well. According to an Aikido adept I know, for example, a
practitioner may require 30 years to master the moves and spirit of that
martial art. And as for the ability to carry on a successful intimate
relationship: It usually takes a lifetime. I hope this line of thinking helps
you get a more practical perspective on the specific prowess you're
trying to develop, Aries. Keep in mind that it probably wouldn't be worth
learning if you could become a wizard in a flash. There's no rush. Give
yourself credit for how far you've come already.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Talk to yourself more and better. Not just
with streams of chatter that meander aimlessly. Not with darts of self-
deprecation mixed in with grandiose fantasies. No, Taurus. When I urge
you to talk to yourself more and better, I mean that you should address
your self with focused tenderness. I mean that you should be driven by
the bold intention to lift up your mood, praise your skills, shower
blessings on your vulnerabilities, and love yourself down to the core. You
will attract cosmic assistance if you do this playful work. You will bathe
your subconscious intelligence with healing luminosity.

GEMINI (May 21-June 20): I climbed the endless steps to the sanctuary,
brushing off large spiders that kept landing on me. I stood in the rain for
hours waiting for the gates to open. The guardian of the threshold
wouldn't let me in until I answered his tricky and sometimes insulting
questions. Through it all, I maintained my patience and poise and
reverence. At no time did I give in to the temptation to curse the
difficulties. And when I finally entered, when I got my chance to penetrate
to the heart of the rose petal-strewn labyrinth, my persistence was
rewarded. As I knelt there in amused awe, face to face with the sacred
jokester, I got a useful answer to the most important question in my life.
Would you like a comparable experience, Gemini? It's possible in the
coming week.

CANCER (June 21-July 22): Visionary philosopher Buckminster Fuller said
that "Pollution is nothing but resources we're not harvesting." If that's
true, Cancerian, you've got a lot of resources available to you right now,
although they will have to be converted from their smoggy and effluvial
state. So for example, if you're a songwriter, the noxious emotions
floating around could be raw material for a sparkling tune. If you're a
lover, the peculiar vibes you're dealing with could inspire you to prevent a
dumb pattern from repeating itself.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Is this real? David Hasselhoff "Hooked on a Feelin"



I respect wanting to expand creative outlets...I do! He is just so funny, though. He was in the Spongebob Squarepants movie and I thought it was great! This...is just way too funny. I don't get it. One of the times he says 'you turn me on' the screen is showing two little girls in angel costumes floating in the sky. There is a masked man in the background of some of the scenes... He is wearing a fur suit and catches a fish in his mouth? It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be funny or not. I am glad people like him are out there to amuse me so much. Good Work David! Keep it up.

The song that is always in my head



For some reason this is the song in my head at all times. I hadn't heard the actual song in years until today...which made the radio in my head louder. I work at a coffee shop in Milford often and they usually play indie hits and such, but this song came on around 2pm. I am happy to announce that my internal radio now has more words to work with so it's not just a loop of 'rain drops keep falling on my head and that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red...' ...'because I'm freeeeeeee.' Good times. Good times. What's your song?

Monday, August 10, 2009

Articles I enjoyed

There are two exceptional articles over at Planet Waves.
They both deal with making your way as an artist and the limitations we put on ourselves in choosing that path. The second one really digs deeper into that theme.
The Question...
for this article, I found the comments interesting, too. (some of them anyway. I am not a huge fan of 'fate and karma' as outlined by a few respondents, but everyone has an opinion)
Second article

You do not need to be a subscriber to read the full articles, but I hear he has some summer deals if you're interested.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Clues & Clyfford


What I do is follow the clues. They lead me all over the world and all over the sidewalk. Sometimes stuck on people for years, a decade or two minutes...enough time to point me to the bathroom or make me an agent. This is my philosophy. I live for it. Clues lead my life or rather I follow them to life. Everyone I know has been a clue, what else have they been for you? A book, a song, an email? A date with the dentist or with an herbalist? It's so simple this way. No matter what happens you've done your job. You are/I am tuned in. It is energizing. Like the great Yogis who lived with eyes half shut, balanced between heavens and earth. I am no great Yogi, but they are around to be called upon in an emergency. You don't even have to fly to Nepal. Don't have to pick up a book. Be with the clues. They will never fail you.


Painting by Clyfford Still

Friday night fun

I am off to see the Pretenders with my pops. The last concert we saw together was Santana and it was awesome. (how could it not be?) I hope that someone at the show records a bit of it for youtube. How deviant of me...

Hope everyone has a great night!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Lunar Eclipse conjunct Nessus




Sandy
riptides drown
my four mile

smile. Life isn't
a game
board-

there's
no piece
to be had.

The traveling hay(na)ku

while being a passenger in Litchfield County. Gold team rules!
(my leg)


Pick myself up.
Unveil wreckage.
Lost.





Fear of screens.
Fly pieces.
Dead.





I am no
wounded animal.
Faked.




Masturbate
in language-
forms in recovery.

Mid-morning message

Inside. What dignity do I lack? No good or bad to compare. Searching for funny, lighthearted escapism. Sarcastic, swearing. God is not watching you. God is not God. So wash your clothes, put them in the dryer. Pay your bills or at least skip town. Read some books showing you where to go. Love as many people as you can. It always comes back to you. Kiss your neighbors goodnight on the forehead. Tuck yourself in. Eat breakfast in the morning. Check your blogs.

There is more, but it all comes down to what you feel like revealing.

Letters

A memory of a dream I had a few nights ago popped into my head just now. In the dream I looked at the underside of my arm and big black letters were written on it. Maybe five or six letters written as big as my arm would allow. The feeling when seeing them was that it made sense to see them there and that someone else had written them. It doesn't seem likely to restart the dream now, since days have passed... but anyone with information is asked to step forward and reveal the mystery.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Drunken Poesy

Drunken Poesy. Drunk on the wine. The wine of plenty...too plenty a desire.
Give me a night like the last and I will die in your arms with delight.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Through the generations

Cooler air breezes by
my face and ears.
Red from being too
shy to ground this

yet wanting to
oh so badly.
Coward's manes
grow wheat
colored as well.

Hey!

Say "moderate rock" in a low tone

Then scream the rest of it as loud as you can



make your steering wheel into a drum kit

watch the road while head banging

Monday, August 3, 2009

Kiss me on Tuesday

Kiss me on Tuesday
under low hanging clouds.
Embrace me with vigor
and I'll say your allowed.

Kiss me on Tuesday
under fluorescent lights
or under the desk
and I'll wear my green tights.

Kiss me on Tuesday
and I'll not tell a soul.
I'll show up at tea time
and play my singing bowl.

Kiss me on Tuesday
to give me relief
from your servicing banter
and quick change beliefs.

Kiss me on Tuesday
you will not regret
we'll set up the future
and shed this cold sweat.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Maypole

They all lead into one another weaving a story around a maypole. The pretty, blown glass bulb at the top twirls revealing opposite endings each time I dance to the music. The merry-go-round is optional. When you've had enough you can stop, drop and roll. The truth is that the parameters have not been set. From experience I know that a kiss can lead to sweet graffiti. It can also lead to a circus-style summer.

Favorite Fiona Song




"Pale september, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep

And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep

He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap

And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep"

Saturday, August 1, 2009

They all go back
to their chairs to
sleep, write, eat,
shit- do whatever
they did before.

The scribbles will
sound appetizing
but won't be read.
Mr. Chairman slops
carrot mush onto
my dinner plate.

No creamed corn.
All day parades,
yes. It could've
worked out and
hope still has
a shiny bubble.

Clowns are happy
even when they
are stuffed in
that tiny car.
They know it's
for the good
of all involved.

No words...just amazing :)



Wow, people are really doing great things! Awesome job. This made my night. This gets a circle clap and numerous replays.

Furious Pig

This piece is called 'I don't like your face.' I found it listening to a blogcast from Ubuweb.com which has tons of great sound poetry. Three songs from the band are available for download (for free).





From the link above:
Recording: 'I DON'T LIKE YOUR FACE' [1980 Rough Trade EP]
Stephen Kent - Vocal, Guitar, Percussion, French Horn
Cass Davies - Vocals, Percussion, Pause Button FX
Martin Kent - Vocal, Drums and Percussion
Dominic Weeks - Vocal, Electric Piano, Bass, Bass-Clarinet



Furious Pig was a group that emerged out of the High School experiences of a group of friends and relations in Totnes, a little town in South Devon, England. Influenced by listening to an eclectic mix of early Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, The Beatles, Ethiopian Polyphonic chants, The Doors, Stravinsky and Edgar Varese, among other things, we moved to London in 1979 a year after reaching the final of the National 'Melody Maker' Rock/Folk Contest - an event at which the judges included Bob Geldof, Justin Hayward [of the Moody Blues] and Ray Coleman [editor of Melody Maker]. Needless to say Furious Pig didn't win with their stirring renditions of 'I'm Going Round the Bend' and the jarring 'In Order of Height' but Bob Geldof said we'd 'Gotta Lotta Bottle'[Nerve] playing what we played. Squatting in houses around North London we developed a form of intense acapella vocal chanting, highly orchestrated with choreographed passages. It became a cult sensation on the London and N.European club scene. We toured on the bill with bands like This Heat, The Raincoats, Pere Ubu, The Slits, The Fall, The TV Personalities. We played on the streets, in clubs, pubs, schools. At the Comic Strip in Soho we were a regular music act - playing alongside all the comedians who became 'The Young Ones' and 'Absolutely Fabulous' on TV. We scored a live soundtrack to a William Burroughs book, 'The Wild Boys'. Our session on Radio 1 DJ John Peels show so divided the listenership between those who loved and those who loathed our music that it was repeated in record time. We'd spend 8 hours a day for months working on extending our vocal ranges, often in grotesque and hilarious ways - we had fun! Rough Trade Records got us into the studio and we recorded a vocal set including versions of 'I Don't Like Your Face', 'Jonny So Long' and the 'Kingmother'. I always regretted not recording 'Frozen Tarzan' with its alternating Shouting Through Cardboard Tubes and simply Shouting choreography and its Rolling On The Floor section. However, tapes do exist......

Furious Pig came to an end when I left to become MD of Circus Oz in Australia. However all the other band members continued recording careers: Martin Kent aka Martin Pig with a series of singles on Rough Trade and Dominic Weeks and Cass Davies with two full length LP's on Recommended Records: Het - 'Lets Het' and another with french chanteuse Hermine.

Taking a day off

Losing weight is my worst nightmare.
Collarbones, hip bones, jaw bones...spine!
No, no, no.
So I'm taking a day off.
Drinking lots of milkshakes.
Send happy birthday hugs to
the parents of Spen. Hug, Hug.
No worries today - off with that, too.
I love you, I love you and
I'm skipping out. No, I haven't
left yet, haven't slept yet.
Haven't even digested, absorbed yet.
Get the tickets, book the show.
Sell the car and say I know.


(that was a mouthful. good night. Send me happy wishes of weight gain)

The Blue Hit gives me chills