twenty

days.
living through sealed windows.

nineteen

there are things that have to be said withheld for months
reason factors weighing down
but the farcard must stay
the angle already foreseen
this act before the next intermission
each day passes another brick is set in place
at the bottom of it all
will it give way crumble and crush
for all hope lost and never found
fight rebel action.
none taken.

eighteen

after the very much much credibility bashing post about the very much still rocking macy gray which i still will not never ever ever ever retract. cause music is music. in the steps we walk. the water running. clanking of forks and spoons. the most common things put together. so to note a=c x b but ditto for b=a \ c. so refill the staple its time. sharpen your pencils. stop questioning. start again

bad veins

they actually have three members in the band. the last a 1973 Pioneer reel-to-reel tape recorder named irene. need i say more. bunched together making music that surpasses all borders. on live shows irene comes to play with this 2 man band they have the ability to capture the audience and sets the ambiance to a warm whisper or rousing chant. but that saying noone upstages these two blokes. you just have to listen to them. again. and again. and again. they are in the process of recording their first debut album. songs that are able to connect on a level that surpasses most tunes. the inspired way it seems the music is thrown together. the electronics the drums the lyrics. you realize that simple is not a walk on the stoned pavement. for such a short time of forming the band this can only get better..

'the lie' acoustic.
if they can already play like this. guess the potential of what they can do next.

seventeen

the music post that come with too many videos. so now it will be simmered and boiled off to a singular video per post or at least thats what i claim now.


macy gray.
the black afro woman who sang the one hit wonder "i try".
even though she looks like a black man in drag.
i know there a million other black singers who are tons better vocally better than her. but she has the effect on me of what the jonas brothes have on tween kids now. i listened to her songs way too many times when i was knee tall. now the effect still remains after three albums even when the afro is gone. so to all the critics i know she cant sing to the standards of normal. there is something in the imperfection. but if you do share the love try betty lavette. i bow down to blue eyed soul or simply black music it just expresses so much more and may actually mean something more than words and tunes.

she actually has tons of songs mush more polished than this. but i think this would represent her in the moment.



she covers creep by radiohead.

sixteen

things heads down for the worst. it seems or the picture is already splash painted to mimic all that goes against life against freedom. the brushes placed back. the paint left to dry. but all of whats left is blank and empty. if sustenance is unable. sunlight diminishing to minuscule amounts. fighting to reach or just procrastinate under the warmth of our blankets. whats the use of fighting resistance if all thats remaining on the outer shell is just an echo carbon copy of the internal self. but again and again repeatedly we try falling is all that more natural. retrogression just paves the path down the yellow brick road. perfection aint it.