the idea is to print up alotta words cheaply and sell them face to face
something to read on the shitter or on the bus
something that recognises thoughts are fleeting and there are always more to come
ive got to round up 600 bucks to make this happen
and polish up some of the prose
i sure cant be selling "poetry" like the two under this post and get away with it
i need some meaty prose
the poetry experiment sounds like a summer thing
that will be june or something
time to stop talking about it and wrestle with the prose....
a grand wrestling match,
as i've never written an unintersting word in my life
my typing errors are better reading than most blogs
i gotta find six suckers to support the arts
100 bucks a sucker
so if you are a sucker
leave a comment at the bottom of this post and say HEY , SURE, you dont sound crazy at all mr scribbler of the blogs
what does the hundo get you?
A FRONT ROW TICKET TO THE INSANITY
every piece of output from here on down the line
free admission to live events
ill host an event for you
make you and me some cash somehow...
i met an event planner at the solstice bonfire
that frees me to commodify my ass
build some value to the entertainment franchise that is bakeowski industires
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
its a blizzard and its time to do these shrooms ive been saving
a killer at the bar told me i looked like a viking
plotting to burn english monastaries
i was just sitting there
being me
the killer had to testify or go to jail
about the warcrimes he committed
so i guess he knows looks
they gave him the option
prison
or testify
they said thanks for you testimony
no benefits for you
just following orders dint work in the late 40's
it dint work in the 70's
thanks 4 your service
a killer at the bar told me i looked like a viking
plotting to burn english monastaries
i was just sitting there
being me
the killer had to testify or go to jail
about the warcrimes he committed
so i guess he knows looks
they gave him the option
prison
or testify
they said thanks for you testimony
no benefits for you
just following orders dint work in the late 40's
it dint work in the 70's
thanks 4 your service
Friday, December 17, 2010
the squirrel is frozen in flight
and frozen solid
a third of the way across the street
was he almost there?
or not even half way
his everflattening corspe is enigmatic
the road climbs where he sought his last nut
just a short dash across
and into the woods
hes a comet this afternoon
an ice tail has formed which reflects the sun
a brilliant glowing squirrel sicle
in life he was a pest who skittered in the crawlspace
a squirrel terrorist
who may or may not be chewing electric wires
risking barnfire
now he's art
his menace transformed into a glittering testament
rodent messiah
doomed to die epically
the headlines read
"Miraculous weeping Mary seen in ice formed by squirrel corpse, road closed until thaw"
and frozen solid
a third of the way across the street
was he almost there?
or not even half way
his everflattening corspe is enigmatic
the road climbs where he sought his last nut
just a short dash across
and into the woods
hes a comet this afternoon
an ice tail has formed which reflects the sun
a brilliant glowing squirrel sicle
in life he was a pest who skittered in the crawlspace
a squirrel terrorist
who may or may not be chewing electric wires
risking barnfire
now he's art
his menace transformed into a glittering testament
rodent messiah
doomed to die epically
the headlines read
"Miraculous weeping Mary seen in ice formed by squirrel corpse, road closed until thaw"
Monday, December 13, 2010
Why is this the World's most Important Bog?
This is the world's most important blog because I can predict the futre. Fr example. Soon the conservative pundits will be all over Obama attacking him on his now secret, but soon to be revealed plan to make Medical Marijuana a big part of his health care plan.
BUT THATS NOT ALL......
The best way to fight the Al Queda would be to take thier funding away. They b uy their munitions and arm thier fanatic through the exploitation of our drug culture and the insane amounts of filthy lucre generated by this illegal trade.
Destroying them is SIMPLICITY ITSELF.
Grow poppies in the unwatered yet fertile fields of California. The soil has to be better than the soil in Afghanistan. Become the Number one Exporter of Opium in the world. China did it to us by way of England running the world. Now it's our turn, USA USA USA.
Next, use illegal immigrants that want to become legal to harvest the opium from the fields. Call them "patriots in training" and after they have served five years in the fields, grant them citizenship.....With monthly drug tests of course, we don't want to encourage junqies.....Scandanavia has alot less problems with hard-core druggies because they treat theis sicko's instead of imprisoning them......
The announcement that Obama is going to legalize pot will not be made until he has been re-elected. It makes sense. The country isn't ready for it yet and the howls of the dying conservative culture are still listened too in the less enlightened or more scareder of mixed racial heritage parts of the country and there are alot of them. What needs to happen is to send troubled inner city youth ou to areas of fresh air in an exchange program of sorts. Partner them with rural schools and the rural schools can send all their idealist dreamer types who just want to "help the poor". In this way there will be more mixed race children and everyone can get over it already. I suggest boffing someone as far from your color spectrum as you can so within a few generations we are all a sort of pleasing mocha latte'
Ok...
So racism is fixed, the drug problem is fixed, now we focus on crime.
Bring back the days of the old west, where all the tuff guys had side arms. there were alot less assholes in the west because assholes got bushwhacked. We are way over the carrying capacity of this planet already. We need to remove a few billion to be sustainable. this is a small and crucial first step.
Now can you see why this is the worlds most important blog? I thought so. I'm expecting a call anyday from the president to help implement these programs, but until then You can help me keep the creative juices percolating by donating to me when you see me. no amount is to large, or small. See, now i Gotta run and serve drinks to the rich and I may never be on this thought train again!!!! Thats why it is so crucial that I spend more time BEING THE NATIONS THINKTANK and less time asking "do you want a lime in that?"
send postal money orders to Harry Baker 321 reed st phila pa 19147 and thankyou for being part of the most imprtant blog in the world message of global harmony and love.
i love you guys...thats why im taking over the thinking for ya'll.
and if obama doesnt get it done i guess ill just have to run for president.
peace
This is the world's most important blog because I can predict the futre. Fr example. Soon the conservative pundits will be all over Obama attacking him on his now secret, but soon to be revealed plan to make Medical Marijuana a big part of his health care plan.
BUT THATS NOT ALL......
The best way to fight the Al Queda would be to take thier funding away. They b uy their munitions and arm thier fanatic through the exploitation of our drug culture and the insane amounts of filthy lucre generated by this illegal trade.
Destroying them is SIMPLICITY ITSELF.
Grow poppies in the unwatered yet fertile fields of California. The soil has to be better than the soil in Afghanistan. Become the Number one Exporter of Opium in the world. China did it to us by way of England running the world. Now it's our turn, USA USA USA.
Next, use illegal immigrants that want to become legal to harvest the opium from the fields. Call them "patriots in training" and after they have served five years in the fields, grant them citizenship.....With monthly drug tests of course, we don't want to encourage junqies.....Scandanavia has alot less problems with hard-core druggies because they treat theis sicko's instead of imprisoning them......
The announcement that Obama is going to legalize pot will not be made until he has been re-elected. It makes sense. The country isn't ready for it yet and the howls of the dying conservative culture are still listened too in the less enlightened or more scareder of mixed racial heritage parts of the country and there are alot of them. What needs to happen is to send troubled inner city youth ou to areas of fresh air in an exchange program of sorts. Partner them with rural schools and the rural schools can send all their idealist dreamer types who just want to "help the poor". In this way there will be more mixed race children and everyone can get over it already. I suggest boffing someone as far from your color spectrum as you can so within a few generations we are all a sort of pleasing mocha latte'
Ok...
So racism is fixed, the drug problem is fixed, now we focus on crime.
Bring back the days of the old west, where all the tuff guys had side arms. there were alot less assholes in the west because assholes got bushwhacked. We are way over the carrying capacity of this planet already. We need to remove a few billion to be sustainable. this is a small and crucial first step.
Now can you see why this is the worlds most important blog? I thought so. I'm expecting a call anyday from the president to help implement these programs, but until then You can help me keep the creative juices percolating by donating to me when you see me. no amount is to large, or small. See, now i Gotta run and serve drinks to the rich and I may never be on this thought train again!!!! Thats why it is so crucial that I spend more time BEING THE NATIONS THINKTANK and less time asking "do you want a lime in that?"
send postal money orders to Harry Baker 321 reed st phila pa 19147 and thankyou for being part of the most imprtant blog in the world message of global harmony and love.
i love you guys...thats why im taking over the thinking for ya'll.
and if obama doesnt get it done i guess ill just have to run for president.
peace
I am embracing the creative energy which is surrounding me, and in truth it is a crazed energy, crackling, unpredictable, sparky. I don't know where I will wind up but this is where it started. I now have lyrics flooding my cranium, lyrics with an inflection and and meter, ready for the next time. As I walk the street Im swaying to the beat, but the beat is not coming out of a walkman or ipod, it's coming from some words that I'm tring to get to play nice together, in my head for their eventual release out into the world.
you words behave now....im not playing....get into that meter right now you hear me?
If you see me in the middle of the street, hands bopping out an invisible beat, it's not that I have gone all the way over the edge and am begging for change or washing windows to support my crack habit....thats years away, I may never explore that at all if I keep getting interesting ideas in my head like I've been getting lately.
And I think it's the same source that surfers talk about when they get all misty and it's the shit thats out there in the air waiting to turn into music, the cosmic vibe man, and maybe I am going crazy but at least im enjoying the ride. If you check the dates of my supremely weirdest blogs its on the same days as violent sunspot activity...im just doing what the sun god tells me to...in secret coded transmissons hidden in sun spots.
....so when a famous writer says "hell is other people", he is a genius, so witty and droll..i violently paraphrase the man and people leave the room saying "I can't listen to you when you are like this?" I may have given a little more detail about how to handle said hell and maybe giving explict examples was over the top but someone has to make the tough decisions...
you words behave now....im not playing....get into that meter right now you hear me?
If you see me in the middle of the street, hands bopping out an invisible beat, it's not that I have gone all the way over the edge and am begging for change or washing windows to support my crack habit....thats years away, I may never explore that at all if I keep getting interesting ideas in my head like I've been getting lately.
And I think it's the same source that surfers talk about when they get all misty and it's the shit thats out there in the air waiting to turn into music, the cosmic vibe man, and maybe I am going crazy but at least im enjoying the ride. If you check the dates of my supremely weirdest blogs its on the same days as violent sunspot activity...im just doing what the sun god tells me to...in secret coded transmissons hidden in sun spots.
....so when a famous writer says "hell is other people", he is a genius, so witty and droll..i violently paraphrase the man and people leave the room saying "I can't listen to you when you are like this?" I may have given a little more detail about how to handle said hell and maybe giving explict examples was over the top but someone has to make the tough decisions...
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Big, big things are happening in my mental environment these days and it's a very exciting time to be me. I'm dedicateing 2011 to being the me i was meant to be which is equal parts clown, entertainer, lyricist, and most of all friend of the earth. Im gonna hang out with the most creative and talented people who will tolerate me and see what kind of magic happens, find a groove or two.
I found a groove the other day with two very talented dudes and we recorded some shit and it was the most fun i've had with my clothes on in a hen's age. the positive energy was a welcome addition and im going to pursue as much of that as i can stand in the coming year.
This song is the my personal anthem for 2011.
I FEEL LIKE LETTING MY FREAK FLAG FLY!
I will not give in to the paranoia, and I will not fulfill some capitalists wet dream of what a bartender looks like by cutting my hair for his catering company. I'll probably put it in a ponytail just to keep the money cow producing milk and try to keep my sharpest ironic observations about the way he runs his business to myself because im paid to pore drinks and be polite and thats something i can manage to do six hour at a time every now and then....
hello...helpful hippy enterprises
how can i direct your call?
we can do that
how many heads do you need for the job?
book it
I found a groove the other day with two very talented dudes and we recorded some shit and it was the most fun i've had with my clothes on in a hen's age. the positive energy was a welcome addition and im going to pursue as much of that as i can stand in the coming year.
This song is the my personal anthem for 2011.
I FEEL LIKE LETTING MY FREAK FLAG FLY!
I will not give in to the paranoia, and I will not fulfill some capitalists wet dream of what a bartender looks like by cutting my hair for his catering company. I'll probably put it in a ponytail just to keep the money cow producing milk and try to keep my sharpest ironic observations about the way he runs his business to myself because im paid to pore drinks and be polite and thats something i can manage to do six hour at a time every now and then....
hello...helpful hippy enterprises
how can i direct your call?
we can do that
how many heads do you need for the job?
book it
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I hereby officially announce my pre-candidacy for Times Man of the Year, 2011. I'm going to grow into my cherished national icon staus slowly. grow into it. i started this blog crap out not capitalizing any but the last letters of a sentence, right before the period. i got tired of capitalizing even in this highly amussing way as i felt it slowed down my flow, my thought streams that the nation has come to cherish as they wades in my thoughts and cleanse themselves.
I didn't capitalize as a protest towards my lack of Capitol. I was sticking it to the man as I worked an incredible arrya of shit jobs for money. That's the name of my work advice website that I plan to start on as soon as I finish up here at THE WORLDS MOST IMPOTANT BLOG. (now with hints of editing at the beginning of the thoughtstreams)(then i tend to drift)
It's important to me to transcribe as faithfully as possible where this muse is floating me on these thoughstreams. Streams of hope and a potential future, much different from the angry rugby players bitter words of heartache. after all the waters are attracting an ever growing wading party. im working on buying a bus so we can update the merry pranksters...
so i started this song about the wading party
and ill start that first few chapters of that project when the muse sings those melodies to me
im thinking old time with banjos and maybe my neices violin
i need a violinists
we have a couple guitarists
maybe ill try the banjo out
soo i start this song with the intention of other musicians adding verses
once the chorus is woked out that is
i wrote this song about it
just need a few musicians to work out the arrangement with
"come to the wading party,
were hanging at the creek
come to the wading party
it lasts about a week.
strong coffee kills the hangovers
its usually on by five,
theres work to do 'fore wading
and naps to sneak off to..."
ok so the song is started
maybe i should write a song a day too
its not scatterbrained if it evolves into something
i made ZOMBIe BUKOWSKI happen didnt I?
ive left footprints
evidence of insanity
evidence which i should print up and present to the nice people at social security so i can live the dream of liing in the greatest welfare state the world has ever known
let some republicans buy my beer for me
they like that shit
republicans
yeah ill refer to it as my genius grant in better company
and laff about sticking it to the man when im hanging with the anarchists
this will be a year of productivity and what i am producing is merchandise baby
to sell..ill put it on ebay, each item attatched to an artifact
like the first item up for bids
a beer bottle full of delusional poetry
i have a notebook the i wrote in and see if you can tell when the exactly i turned schizophrenic when i wrote these poems because they really seem to be coming from two distinctly deranged people who from time to time take up a pen and write ....
some of these poems are in small notepads, ill rip some fresh raw poetry out of AN ACTUAL POETS ORIGINAL NOTEBOOKS and you can fetishize it however you please...
wait for my line of collectible wearable poetry clothing ill sew the TWIMB LOGO INTO EACH GARMET by hand and it will be accompanied by a thankyou poem called thanks for buying my shirt, gee
its a hip hop number
OLD SCHOOL
thanks for buying my shirt gee
pockets are empty of my dough man
i ride thru the ghetto on the trollies
enduirng racial atrocities
because im the man that tried to teach little nigger kids their mother fucking ABCS
yeah I said it
got to give myself a tiny bit of credit
not alot of people have earned the right to said it
so you tell me
tee shirt buying gee
i did ten years with kids their fathers couldnt fucking stand
smart mouth punk ass always tearing up my class
i play rugby bitch
meaner than a snake
but those ghetto ass kids gave me more than i could take
urban terroists second to none
but one on one they all run pussy run
you ever try to keep 30 after school?
IM MR RUGBY a physical fool
i held back thirty till the one kid grabbed the door
i put my feet in the doorway and wedged my elbow in
and thity motherfuckser started bum rushing me
i held the fuckers back
but no one had my back
i had to let them out when the girls ribs started to crack
she was in the front
they crushed her into me
then the fucking principal started yelling at me
so yeah you heard the fucking word i said
in the belly of the beast
that my life was a waking nightmare
didnt bother me the least
i had mighty things to do and was strong as a beast
now i sit here and gotta take some shit on trollies
please
your thoughts are a disease
in the belly of a beast
named for some old racial hero to inspire these twisted freaks
twisted freaks
twisted freaks
they super freaky YOW
thats gotta be worth at least a case of beer there
thats art right there
i gotta find a way to market it to millions of republicans children
get back at the man by subverting the minds of his children through my new series of childrens books that baldy mis state the accepted facts of the day
you think its bad your kids sing tupac lyrics?
wait until the fukker is singing bakeowski
I didn't capitalize as a protest towards my lack of Capitol. I was sticking it to the man as I worked an incredible arrya of shit jobs for money. That's the name of my work advice website that I plan to start on as soon as I finish up here at THE WORLDS MOST IMPOTANT BLOG. (now with hints of editing at the beginning of the thoughtstreams)(then i tend to drift)
It's important to me to transcribe as faithfully as possible where this muse is floating me on these thoughstreams. Streams of hope and a potential future, much different from the angry rugby players bitter words of heartache. after all the waters are attracting an ever growing wading party. im working on buying a bus so we can update the merry pranksters...
so i started this song about the wading party
and ill start that first few chapters of that project when the muse sings those melodies to me
im thinking old time with banjos and maybe my neices violin
i need a violinists
we have a couple guitarists
maybe ill try the banjo out
soo i start this song with the intention of other musicians adding verses
once the chorus is woked out that is
i wrote this song about it
just need a few musicians to work out the arrangement with
"come to the wading party,
were hanging at the creek
come to the wading party
it lasts about a week.
strong coffee kills the hangovers
its usually on by five,
theres work to do 'fore wading
and naps to sneak off to..."
ok so the song is started
maybe i should write a song a day too
its not scatterbrained if it evolves into something
i made ZOMBIe BUKOWSKI happen didnt I?
ive left footprints
evidence of insanity
evidence which i should print up and present to the nice people at social security so i can live the dream of liing in the greatest welfare state the world has ever known
let some republicans buy my beer for me
they like that shit
republicans
yeah ill refer to it as my genius grant in better company
and laff about sticking it to the man when im hanging with the anarchists
this will be a year of productivity and what i am producing is merchandise baby
to sell..ill put it on ebay, each item attatched to an artifact
like the first item up for bids
a beer bottle full of delusional poetry
i have a notebook the i wrote in and see if you can tell when the exactly i turned schizophrenic when i wrote these poems because they really seem to be coming from two distinctly deranged people who from time to time take up a pen and write ....
some of these poems are in small notepads, ill rip some fresh raw poetry out of AN ACTUAL POETS ORIGINAL NOTEBOOKS and you can fetishize it however you please...
wait for my line of collectible wearable poetry clothing ill sew the TWIMB LOGO INTO EACH GARMET by hand and it will be accompanied by a thankyou poem called thanks for buying my shirt, gee
its a hip hop number
OLD SCHOOL
thanks for buying my shirt gee
pockets are empty of my dough man
i ride thru the ghetto on the trollies
enduirng racial atrocities
because im the man that tried to teach little nigger kids their mother fucking ABCS
yeah I said it
got to give myself a tiny bit of credit
not alot of people have earned the right to said it
so you tell me
tee shirt buying gee
i did ten years with kids their fathers couldnt fucking stand
smart mouth punk ass always tearing up my class
i play rugby bitch
meaner than a snake
but those ghetto ass kids gave me more than i could take
urban terroists second to none
but one on one they all run pussy run
you ever try to keep 30 after school?
IM MR RUGBY a physical fool
i held back thirty till the one kid grabbed the door
i put my feet in the doorway and wedged my elbow in
and thity motherfuckser started bum rushing me
i held the fuckers back
but no one had my back
i had to let them out when the girls ribs started to crack
she was in the front
they crushed her into me
then the fucking principal started yelling at me
so yeah you heard the fucking word i said
in the belly of the beast
that my life was a waking nightmare
didnt bother me the least
i had mighty things to do and was strong as a beast
now i sit here and gotta take some shit on trollies
please
your thoughts are a disease
in the belly of a beast
named for some old racial hero to inspire these twisted freaks
twisted freaks
twisted freaks
they super freaky YOW
thats gotta be worth at least a case of beer there
thats art right there
i gotta find a way to market it to millions of republicans children
get back at the man by subverting the minds of his children through my new series of childrens books that baldy mis state the accepted facts of the day
you think its bad your kids sing tupac lyrics?
wait until the fukker is singing bakeowski
Saturday, December 4, 2010
its time for the percolator
its time for the percolator
are you ready for the percolator?
when the shits humming in my head like it is now life is a wonderful experience
alive with possibility
i cackle daily, madly, embracing the mania
the fun side of this mental moodswing machine
i also enjoy the dark and horrible thoughts when they come
at least i say i do.....thats my story and im sticking to it
i will not apologize for trying to sell my words, this is my job man, its what i do
so i googled the old band i used to semi stalk back in the ninties when i was a happening fella
a fella with a future
a big city school teacher with a car and a mortgage
nothing like some great music to get your head right music is my drug of choice, my fisrt option which is why i react so strongly to terrible music
terrible music, like bad acid, can ruin your day
june rich is the band and they have been defunct for more than a decade
but they did things right, hired three great musicians to back up the songbirds
turned them loose every now and then and the harmonies and lyrics really hit me where i live. they have one ditty about not getting out of bed, "dont ring my bell,...dont call my phone" there isnt gona be an answer... where the day starts out and she calls out of work and another great one about honey.
I stopped drinking about eleven thirty as someone had to drive the band back to Philly from Pittsburg. I danced alot of the booze out and slugged back some gas station coffee and was good to go. The songbirds were tired from the show and went right out as soon as we hit the highway. The boys in the band didnt last much longer and it was me, some tunes and the highway. The Allman Brothers made some damn fine travelling music and soon I was testing the limits of the bands brand new van. It's mostly downhill from Pittsburg to Philly and I gave her all the gas she would take. The middle of the night is the perfect time for this and it soon took on aspects of a video game whose goal is to keep the speedometer needle pinned and avoid the red lights of other night travellers.
Aerodynamically the van shares many properties with a cinder block. Cinderblocks take their time when changing directions. The van liked to take turns a little wider than the lines would allow, but we mostly stayed off the shoulder. the shoulder is bad news at the rate of speed we were travelling, but cinderblocks are notoriously stubborn, inertiawise. The gravel pops up and you start a little slide and you could be at the bottom of the mountain for days before they find you. But I had god on my side and it was not our time to make peace with the maker. In high speed driving you really should make your intentions clear to the other tired middle of the night drivers. You definitely don't want to surprise a drunk and deal with his issues as well as your own so a real key is making your intentions clear and obvious. Like a comet we whooshed our way homewards. Soon it was a race with the sun.
It's important to have goals. The reddening sky ahead gave me an obvious mark to shoot for. People say the trip takes 5 hours if you aren't afraid of getting a speeding ticket but we were looking at 3 and a half. Reckless? Wreckless. I was in a driving zone unlike any other. I was the pilot of a shuttlecraft dodging through an asteroid field pursued by Romulans with bad intentions. Sometimes you just know that you co-piolt is a diety of some sort and that nothing bad will happen to you in their halo of joy and lightness. We were all to pretty to die. Except for lead guitarist, Mr. Allan James, his looks are an acquired taste. Its due to the intense concentration he brings to his craft. He is chaneling fsome next level muses up there and they use him up and ride him hard but its worth it when he manuvers that skateboard full of swithches and cables with his foot while the magic pours out of the speakers. And the songbirds are clearly some gods choir and he wasn't ready to take them back just yet to whatever universe of harmony they came from.
I was clearly and instrument of someones master plan that night
its time for the percolator
are you ready for the percolator?
when the shits humming in my head like it is now life is a wonderful experience
alive with possibility
i cackle daily, madly, embracing the mania
the fun side of this mental moodswing machine
i also enjoy the dark and horrible thoughts when they come
at least i say i do.....thats my story and im sticking to it
i will not apologize for trying to sell my words, this is my job man, its what i do
so i googled the old band i used to semi stalk back in the ninties when i was a happening fella
a fella with a future
a big city school teacher with a car and a mortgage
nothing like some great music to get your head right music is my drug of choice, my fisrt option which is why i react so strongly to terrible music
terrible music, like bad acid, can ruin your day
june rich is the band and they have been defunct for more than a decade
but they did things right, hired three great musicians to back up the songbirds
turned them loose every now and then and the harmonies and lyrics really hit me where i live. they have one ditty about not getting out of bed, "dont ring my bell,...dont call my phone" there isnt gona be an answer... where the day starts out and she calls out of work and another great one about honey.
I stopped drinking about eleven thirty as someone had to drive the band back to Philly from Pittsburg. I danced alot of the booze out and slugged back some gas station coffee and was good to go. The songbirds were tired from the show and went right out as soon as we hit the highway. The boys in the band didnt last much longer and it was me, some tunes and the highway. The Allman Brothers made some damn fine travelling music and soon I was testing the limits of the bands brand new van. It's mostly downhill from Pittsburg to Philly and I gave her all the gas she would take. The middle of the night is the perfect time for this and it soon took on aspects of a video game whose goal is to keep the speedometer needle pinned and avoid the red lights of other night travellers.
Aerodynamically the van shares many properties with a cinder block. Cinderblocks take their time when changing directions. The van liked to take turns a little wider than the lines would allow, but we mostly stayed off the shoulder. the shoulder is bad news at the rate of speed we were travelling, but cinderblocks are notoriously stubborn, inertiawise. The gravel pops up and you start a little slide and you could be at the bottom of the mountain for days before they find you. But I had god on my side and it was not our time to make peace with the maker. In high speed driving you really should make your intentions clear to the other tired middle of the night drivers. You definitely don't want to surprise a drunk and deal with his issues as well as your own so a real key is making your intentions clear and obvious. Like a comet we whooshed our way homewards. Soon it was a race with the sun.
It's important to have goals. The reddening sky ahead gave me an obvious mark to shoot for. People say the trip takes 5 hours if you aren't afraid of getting a speeding ticket but we were looking at 3 and a half. Reckless? Wreckless. I was in a driving zone unlike any other. I was the pilot of a shuttlecraft dodging through an asteroid field pursued by Romulans with bad intentions. Sometimes you just know that you co-piolt is a diety of some sort and that nothing bad will happen to you in their halo of joy and lightness. We were all to pretty to die. Except for lead guitarist, Mr. Allan James, his looks are an acquired taste. Its due to the intense concentration he brings to his craft. He is chaneling fsome next level muses up there and they use him up and ride him hard but its worth it when he manuvers that skateboard full of swithches and cables with his foot while the magic pours out of the speakers. And the songbirds are clearly some gods choir and he wasn't ready to take them back just yet to whatever universe of harmony they came from.
I was clearly and instrument of someones master plan that night
Thursday, December 2, 2010
"Dexter, Get Down!" are words no heterosexual man has ever uttered until just now. History has been made. Or has it?
"Bad kitty no no nooooo."
So the new tenant must be seriously gay. Which is a shame, because it smells like he smokes some fine herb in there, across the hall and down seven steps. I was wishing for a new "bud buddy", not a new buddy of the butt, if you know what I mean, hmm, hmmm, hmmm.
Life is funny that way, throwing you just enough rope to hang yourself with. but the question is will the rope hold this time? Twisting in the wind one day, exultant the next, this roller coaster mood swing lifestyle is not fot the timid.
You really have to try hard not to get jobs, gebius that you are. You are the most qualified slacker in the city my man. It feels like writing is becoming my job, all I'm hinking about ths imonth is words and cards. Sorry ladies, soon I will blossom, possibly before spring.....
but anyway if words are how i spend my time then id better be creating a product other than this fucking blog now hadnt i?
Watch me sink into a morass of intoxicating beverages and smokeable luxury. This is life the way I want to do it. Watch me stupfy my once brilliant mind for you, my imagined audience. I imagine I could sell alot of newspapers in a bar somewhere until they told me not to anymore......but then maybe i find a bar that wants the notorious drunk writer guy to drink at their bar...which is HOW WE GOT TO PAGE THREE...
My drinking schedule.....i'm posting up at the following establishments with these particular drink specials.....
"Bad kitty no no nooooo."
So the new tenant must be seriously gay. Which is a shame, because it smells like he smokes some fine herb in there, across the hall and down seven steps. I was wishing for a new "bud buddy", not a new buddy of the butt, if you know what I mean, hmm, hmmm, hmmm.
Life is funny that way, throwing you just enough rope to hang yourself with. but the question is will the rope hold this time? Twisting in the wind one day, exultant the next, this roller coaster mood swing lifestyle is not fot the timid.
You really have to try hard not to get jobs, gebius that you are. You are the most qualified slacker in the city my man. It feels like writing is becoming my job, all I'm hinking about ths imonth is words and cards. Sorry ladies, soon I will blossom, possibly before spring.....
but anyway if words are how i spend my time then id better be creating a product other than this fucking blog now hadnt i?
Watch me sink into a morass of intoxicating beverages and smokeable luxury. This is life the way I want to do it. Watch me stupfy my once brilliant mind for you, my imagined audience. I imagine I could sell alot of newspapers in a bar somewhere until they told me not to anymore......but then maybe i find a bar that wants the notorious drunk writer guy to drink at their bar...which is HOW WE GOT TO PAGE THREE...
My drinking schedule.....i'm posting up at the following establishments with these particular drink specials.....
Friday, November 26, 2010
blue dreams
the WMIB is about getting me paid...dance monkey dance
this dance is about paying my rent without degrading my soul
its been denigrated enough by any number of parties
parties who would poke the wounded tiger
you better finish me off if you decide to join the poke parade
ugby didnt kill this tiger
neither did the booze
a school full of haters made me stronger
they soon saw things my way
i thrive in crappy conditions
fungus like
i turn shit into gold
im not waiting for the gold markets to open up for me
im putting 20 pages of gold out as soon as i can put my hands on 600 bucks to print it up
ill handle distribution
ill handle marketing
just give me a product to sell
ill sell your booze for you and dance a little while i do it just because it seems natural to me
but not as natural as being the man in the yellow hat is
the man in the yellow hat who instructs the monkeys in their dance steps
im moving up the preschool food chain
its there for all you monkeys to absord
how do you think it becomes a cultural icon?
its the instuction manual of the overlords
they are the next step up from the man the yellow hat
they gave the man the yellow hat to represent the sun above who is the overlords particular diety
the overlords had a great time back in egypt with this form of worship
until the sun god was replaced by the still more powerful green god
the sun god tried to burn out the green
thats why the pyramids are in the desert
but this is all next level shit
next level shildrens books
explaining the childrens best seller list to you in terms of subjugating factors
like in the little engine that could
thats what hit me
thats what i use
and thats why this is the worlds most important blog (TWIB)
TWIBBER
he twibbered me
means to reveal
written by the worlds least important blob
i dont give a rats ass about me
im a vehicle for bacteria
they really run the shit, with the greenies
all of our vaunted organs are just masses of cells
my brains cells are just a bunch of dudes that want to chill out
single cells with a purpose
we are sure what turns them on and off as in a stem cell which can be anythng it wants to be
i am a human stem cell
i can do it
but they are
which is why im not running the world
i could if i had to
check my dna
i know im related to some trippy motherfuckers
they take over this keyboard and spew shit
they are the ones the computer people should worry about
which is a catch phrase that the computer people search for in their algorythms
i just stepped into their trap
but maybe they are stepping into mayan
liver cells i am going to need your help soon
process you bacterial brothers who fermented these hops and grains
who gave their life to use so that we may buzz this evening
the buzz which is really the brians going boozy wake
see ya later
the brains aztec leaders sacrificing some more virginal goddess cells
with every sip of beer a few more goddesses meet the sharp steely knives
a tribute to the far away bothers who turned this beer into the sacramental liquid that it is
sacred beer
the church of the sacred intoxicant
CSI SOUTHPHILLY
Diunnn doiunnn
today we are enjoying some pbr some blue dream and a small amount of hash
now a word from our sponsor
the church of the sacred intoxicant
not quite toxic
but fun to dance with death again
sorry officer I was poisioned!
you dont have to tell him you poisosned yourself
osshhiferrr i wash poishonned
order your csi south philly shirts from THIS LINK FOR SALE
thankyou for buying this idea rag, this month or rambling bullshit about possibility
this 20 pages of slightly steamed words
words that retain their cripness with a touch of proofreading and a dash of visionary editing
it is with great pride that i bring you the inaugural edition of BLUE DREAMS
well maybe thats this chapter....
i also like the name ARTIFACT because im producing low grade testaments to the collection of cells in my brain that form my brain, new ones added all the time
you can be one of my brains cells for the low low price of 50 dollars a year which entitles you to the first look at the shit that i recently starteed thinking to do with what you will
it will get you the famous bi weekly rambling email that the rugby team still sometimes gets
it will get you a years woth of artifacts,
this is the nuts and bolts of the artifact experience
this is the money back warranty
this is the legal page
my brain knows what you need in a magazine
a mission statement
a page of legalese shit
some ads
a table of contents
said content
the cash to print the shit
the will to sell it
you want to see my balls world
heres the kinda balls i have
thanks for purchasing my product
my self help book is going to be called
my asshole boss is my reflection
following your dreams for lazy people
take as many shit jobs as you can stand
learn how people operate in the world when they want money
imitate their actions until your soul starts to scream
ignore the screams for a while because the money or benefits are good
the half year you spend in hell is worth the weekends you arent in it
the ones who fuck with you, people you dont destroy because you are working,
the parties you miss for one reason or another
i miss just as many parties now that im broke parties i cant get to because im flat broke
id rather be to broke to go thatn have to be somewhere else
i can go out broke
goin out on no budget
the womans guide to drinking for free everywhere
beerslut.com
this is just 2 of the businesses you can be a part of creating by supporting the artist you see in front of you
on the street
offerings in his had
ill write a page for new standup comics to use in their acs
a series of funny vigettes and ill demonstate the techi=nique
the harry method of comedy
harry inc
modern comedians.com
we share our killer material with you
secrets of great comedians could be my book title
whats you secret steve?
are you related to someone?
your secret was to play the banjo
so i need to steal your act
secrets of great comedians..1.get a banjo...
2.call yourself a jerk...
3.be wild and crazy...
4.be related to someone rich
my richest relative, my friend in show biz, my mentor,
im my own mentor...how i succeeded in turning shit into cash the harry baker story
the world wants me broke so i can think of ways to save it as i try to save my ass from menial labor
to save my ass from the horror of mediocrity
time to ebrace/create some tangible greatness
which is what you have in your hand
my latest resume
how a genius spends his day words to the young on future happiness bakeowski
that was easy... 1.
the WMIB is about getting me paid...dance monkey dance
this dance is about paying my rent without degrading my soul
its been denigrated enough by any number of parties
parties who would poke the wounded tiger
you better finish me off if you decide to join the poke parade
ugby didnt kill this tiger
neither did the booze
a school full of haters made me stronger
they soon saw things my way
i thrive in crappy conditions
fungus like
i turn shit into gold
im not waiting for the gold markets to open up for me
im putting 20 pages of gold out as soon as i can put my hands on 600 bucks to print it up
ill handle distribution
ill handle marketing
just give me a product to sell
ill sell your booze for you and dance a little while i do it just because it seems natural to me
but not as natural as being the man in the yellow hat is
the man in the yellow hat who instructs the monkeys in their dance steps
im moving up the preschool food chain
its there for all you monkeys to absord
how do you think it becomes a cultural icon?
its the instuction manual of the overlords
they are the next step up from the man the yellow hat
they gave the man the yellow hat to represent the sun above who is the overlords particular diety
the overlords had a great time back in egypt with this form of worship
until the sun god was replaced by the still more powerful green god
the sun god tried to burn out the green
thats why the pyramids are in the desert
but this is all next level shit
next level shildrens books
explaining the childrens best seller list to you in terms of subjugating factors
like in the little engine that could
thats what hit me
thats what i use
and thats why this is the worlds most important blog (TWIB)
TWIBBER
he twibbered me
means to reveal
written by the worlds least important blob
i dont give a rats ass about me
im a vehicle for bacteria
they really run the shit, with the greenies
all of our vaunted organs are just masses of cells
my brains cells are just a bunch of dudes that want to chill out
single cells with a purpose
we are sure what turns them on and off as in a stem cell which can be anythng it wants to be
i am a human stem cell
i can do it
but they are
which is why im not running the world
i could if i had to
check my dna
i know im related to some trippy motherfuckers
they take over this keyboard and spew shit
they are the ones the computer people should worry about
which is a catch phrase that the computer people search for in their algorythms
i just stepped into their trap
but maybe they are stepping into mayan
liver cells i am going to need your help soon
process you bacterial brothers who fermented these hops and grains
who gave their life to use so that we may buzz this evening
the buzz which is really the brians going boozy wake
see ya later
the brains aztec leaders sacrificing some more virginal goddess cells
with every sip of beer a few more goddesses meet the sharp steely knives
a tribute to the far away bothers who turned this beer into the sacramental liquid that it is
sacred beer
the church of the sacred intoxicant
CSI SOUTHPHILLY
Diunnn doiunnn
today we are enjoying some pbr some blue dream and a small amount of hash
now a word from our sponsor
the church of the sacred intoxicant
not quite toxic
but fun to dance with death again
sorry officer I was poisioned!
you dont have to tell him you poisosned yourself
osshhiferrr i wash poishonned
order your csi south philly shirts from THIS LINK FOR SALE
thankyou for buying this idea rag, this month or rambling bullshit about possibility
this 20 pages of slightly steamed words
words that retain their cripness with a touch of proofreading and a dash of visionary editing
it is with great pride that i bring you the inaugural edition of BLUE DREAMS
well maybe thats this chapter....
i also like the name ARTIFACT because im producing low grade testaments to the collection of cells in my brain that form my brain, new ones added all the time
you can be one of my brains cells for the low low price of 50 dollars a year which entitles you to the first look at the shit that i recently starteed thinking to do with what you will
it will get you the famous bi weekly rambling email that the rugby team still sometimes gets
it will get you a years woth of artifacts,
this is the nuts and bolts of the artifact experience
this is the money back warranty
this is the legal page
my brain knows what you need in a magazine
a mission statement
a page of legalese shit
some ads
a table of contents
said content
the cash to print the shit
the will to sell it
you want to see my balls world
heres the kinda balls i have
thanks for purchasing my product
my self help book is going to be called
my asshole boss is my reflection
following your dreams for lazy people
take as many shit jobs as you can stand
learn how people operate in the world when they want money
imitate their actions until your soul starts to scream
ignore the screams for a while because the money or benefits are good
the half year you spend in hell is worth the weekends you arent in it
the ones who fuck with you, people you dont destroy because you are working,
the parties you miss for one reason or another
i miss just as many parties now that im broke parties i cant get to because im flat broke
id rather be to broke to go thatn have to be somewhere else
i can go out broke
goin out on no budget
the womans guide to drinking for free everywhere
beerslut.com
this is just 2 of the businesses you can be a part of creating by supporting the artist you see in front of you
on the street
offerings in his had
ill write a page for new standup comics to use in their acs
a series of funny vigettes and ill demonstate the techi=nique
the harry method of comedy
harry inc
modern comedians.com
we share our killer material with you
secrets of great comedians could be my book title
whats you secret steve?
are you related to someone?
your secret was to play the banjo
so i need to steal your act
secrets of great comedians..1.get a banjo...
2.call yourself a jerk...
3.be wild and crazy...
4.be related to someone rich
my richest relative, my friend in show biz, my mentor,
im my own mentor...how i succeeded in turning shit into cash the harry baker story
the world wants me broke so i can think of ways to save it as i try to save my ass from menial labor
to save my ass from the horror of mediocrity
time to ebrace/create some tangible greatness
which is what you have in your hand
my latest resume
how a genius spends his day words to the young on future happiness bakeowski
that was easy... 1.
Monday, November 22, 2010
time for me to start selling my words to strangers, alot of strangers cause my prices are so low they are insane....literally....or was that insane prices that are supposed to be low....i forget which....ill play crazy for money for one year starting now with tonight top secret poker game....it costs 40 to get in and theres food and beer....rebuys are available and its always an intersting crew at the table....theres the young cop from the neighborhood...the bookie on and off the phone...the side of beef who owns the bar....the pizza guy...the construction worker the electrician the firemen...they are all getting alot better at poker since i started out there...the games getting tougher and tougher..
but i am still the poker king of the block,
top of the heap,
haaaay number one...
these country boy blues
are sure here to staaaaayyyy
i cant stand this fucking place
filthy philllllyyyyyy
i want to wake up in a city
that doesnt smell like feet
sung to the tune
sing it in philly and then tell horible jokes about sinatra being a homosexual
a raving queen he and sammy in a gay love triangle with rock hudson none of them knowing that this was where aids was invented in the sanatoum of hudsons butt cheeks on an especially promiscuous weekend.....
who wants to write this movie with me?
sign up up in the comments section and we will brainstorm soon
tonight i have to go play cars for money
i treat the game as a job
just like i treated rugby when i played that
just like when i was at the top of my teach game which i was when i started in 1993 coming right out of the box, rookie of the year shit doing wonders with the numbers of the writing scores. It was a period in my life when i got results because my team was strong and supportive
i need a support team around me
with a little support i can do alot of interesting things
of course the 12 years i spent in college were pretty fun too as was the dc restaurant scene each issue is content heavy in one domain....start one magazine every three months.......get it out....get paid for it do it again next month.....
in 90 days a magazine can be written edited formatted......
but i gotta stop giving it away for free on here dont i?
i need to make some artifacts so people can leave them lying around
thats why at the bottom of one page it will say im robbing this bank and if someone leaves it in a bank that would be wrong or would it be funny?
so this i guess is the first page of the valentines day issue dedicated to love, ive asked some of my talented friends to submit a piece on love
then at the release party for the issue we are having a show so i gotta start setting a date in advance and securing the place which ive done before havent i
ok time to start planning.....
t
but i am still the poker king of the block,
top of the heap,
haaaay number one...
these country boy blues
are sure here to staaaaayyyy
i cant stand this fucking place
filthy philllllyyyyyy
i want to wake up in a city
that doesnt smell like feet
sung to the tune
sing it in philly and then tell horible jokes about sinatra being a homosexual
a raving queen he and sammy in a gay love triangle with rock hudson none of them knowing that this was where aids was invented in the sanatoum of hudsons butt cheeks on an especially promiscuous weekend.....
who wants to write this movie with me?
sign up up in the comments section and we will brainstorm soon
tonight i have to go play cars for money
i treat the game as a job
just like i treated rugby when i played that
just like when i was at the top of my teach game which i was when i started in 1993 coming right out of the box, rookie of the year shit doing wonders with the numbers of the writing scores. It was a period in my life when i got results because my team was strong and supportive
i need a support team around me
with a little support i can do alot of interesting things
of course the 12 years i spent in college were pretty fun too as was the dc restaurant scene each issue is content heavy in one domain....start one magazine every three months.......get it out....get paid for it do it again next month.....
in 90 days a magazine can be written edited formatted......
but i gotta stop giving it away for free on here dont i?
i need to make some artifacts so people can leave them lying around
thats why at the bottom of one page it will say im robbing this bank and if someone leaves it in a bank that would be wrong or would it be funny?
so this i guess is the first page of the valentines day issue dedicated to love, ive asked some of my talented friends to submit a piece on love
then at the release party for the issue we are having a show so i gotta start setting a date in advance and securing the place which ive done before havent i
ok time to start planning.....
t
I was in the mood for some songbirds recently so I headed over to The Fire to catch what looked to be a nice gathering of them.
Opening up was Laura C. She was everything you want in a singer/songwriter, rich voice, soulful lyric of loves lost and was just getting good when her set ended. That's the thing with four band shows on Wednesday nights, it's a wham bam type of affair, but this woman is definitely worth a listen again and i'lll try to catch her whole songbook one of these days. Her website is http://www.myspace.com/lauracinrecovery.
Sometimes a little is all you really need. Sami the great was the next act up and she had a really nice voice and a very full schedule. I think life needs to kick her around a little more and after a few years of that maybe she should pick up a pen again. Live a little, try some pain, get back to us. Great voice though. Kind of classless to be at the back of the room having your loud converation with your guitar pal from New York and mini entourage during the sound check and then ducking out the second the music starts. Goes to show that women aren't naturally more supportive or maybe it was a weird diva-esque civil rights gesture? Weird.
Up next was Attia Taylor. If you like Xylophnes and accordian music then the this is the band for you. She has a unique delivery that perfectly accents these quirky instruments. At best her songwriting successfully captures a nice party energy on a song or two, but I think that after the novelty wears off you are left with a special kind of headache that only can be arranged via xylophone. It's the perfect storm of quirky up there and what happens, unfortunately, is that all the quirks seem to cancel each other out. I appreciate the efforts at novelty but a little of this goes a long way. Her and her band are like ninjas, in and out, no messing around, maybe they had another gig somewhere, good for them. Oh, theme night, I get it now...See what I'm talking about at http://www.myspace.com/attiataylor
Last up is a two person combo, Little x Little who saved the evening with several clever turns of phrase and a very interesting stage presence. It's possible that these are the two shyest people in the world or maybe it's just an act, I can't tell, but it doesn't matter anyway, stick with it, it worked. There was some uneveness to their performance, but it is to be exppected as they just started in August. When they nail a song they nail it. There were a couple of real lyrical gems up there and their blog is actually worth reading. http://little-x-little.com/blog/
Who knows what will get me out of the hovel next, but when I get out I will share my experiences with you here at THE WORLDS MOST IMPORTANT BLOG, I couldn't say it if it wasn't true~!
Opening up was Laura C. She was everything you want in a singer/songwriter, rich voice, soulful lyric of loves lost and was just getting good when her set ended. That's the thing with four band shows on Wednesday nights, it's a wham bam type of affair, but this woman is definitely worth a listen again and i'lll try to catch her whole songbook one of these days. Her website is http://www.myspace.com/lauracinrecovery.
Sometimes a little is all you really need. Sami the great was the next act up and she had a really nice voice and a very full schedule. I think life needs to kick her around a little more and after a few years of that maybe she should pick up a pen again. Live a little, try some pain, get back to us. Great voice though. Kind of classless to be at the back of the room having your loud converation with your guitar pal from New York and mini entourage during the sound check and then ducking out the second the music starts. Goes to show that women aren't naturally more supportive or maybe it was a weird diva-esque civil rights gesture? Weird.
Up next was Attia Taylor. If you like Xylophnes and accordian music then the this is the band for you. She has a unique delivery that perfectly accents these quirky instruments. At best her songwriting successfully captures a nice party energy on a song or two, but I think that after the novelty wears off you are left with a special kind of headache that only can be arranged via xylophone. It's the perfect storm of quirky up there and what happens, unfortunately, is that all the quirks seem to cancel each other out. I appreciate the efforts at novelty but a little of this goes a long way. Her and her band are like ninjas, in and out, no messing around, maybe they had another gig somewhere, good for them. Oh, theme night, I get it now...See what I'm talking about at http://www.myspace.com/attiataylor
Last up is a two person combo, Little x Little who saved the evening with several clever turns of phrase and a very interesting stage presence. It's possible that these are the two shyest people in the world or maybe it's just an act, I can't tell, but it doesn't matter anyway, stick with it, it worked. There was some uneveness to their performance, but it is to be exppected as they just started in August. When they nail a song they nail it. There were a couple of real lyrical gems up there and their blog is actually worth reading. http://little-x-little.com/blog/
Who knows what will get me out of the hovel next, but when I get out I will share my experiences with you here at THE WORLDS MOST IMPORTANT BLOG, I couldn't say it if it wasn't true~!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Black Landlord just keeps getting better. I heard the rumors and they are true. The lyrics are better than ever. One about waking up curled around the toilet in the morning "i must like it cuz i keep doing it" and multi-lingual flirting are highlights of the newest songs for me. They take the flirtation to the next level when they sing "let my lips do the talking" and there is mention of naked curves and the best thing I think is that every word counts in this song. There are no slacker words, a picture is a painted, a hottie is hopefully wooed and you are along for the ride.
They have tapped into a great well of energy, feeding off the crowd and then returning the energy soulified. What other band feeds the hungry like they do?
Who else proves their love for the hip hop inhabitants like the LORD? where else are you dancing with a crazy pickle man, playing volley ball with roller girls, quenching your thirst with the finest local beers and hanging out with Philly's favorite philosopher and sprit guardian Fergie?
The day started out with AZN north phillies most dangerous Cambodians and they made people leave the shade to bop their heads in the sun which is saying something when it's 90 out. 130 is a tough time to rock, but they did. 2:00 is more of the same, but Steve-Onpoint and the one party system were also up to the challenge. Here was another performer who oozed belief, like the LORD was later to do, he was bouncing up and down with ever beat, jammin air guitar right along with the band and again bringing peeps into the sunshine. The energy was to continue all throughout the day and it was almost like the sixties up in that place with modern day hippies carrying on the traditions of the flower children, albiet dressed a bit more cleanly, this is northern liberties....
I caught a few songs from at your service and they play their instruments the way you are supposed to play them, loud, kind of a wall of noise, but don't call it jazz because they dont like that.
There was an intersting band with three initials that were also lyrically fun with just the right amount of guitar noises and the fellows playing "get your shackamax on" got the girlies dancing and twirling and did a great job. But I'm not a professional reviewer, I do this for giggles, sorry if I didn't shout you out but the volley ball was very distracting and there was an air conditioner and a phillies game and ukranian women who think im sexy, so.
The LORD looked like the genuine article this summer evening. You feel a destiny about them, their shit is tight and getting tighter. Al was a force of nature, I think I saw him percolating at one point, bouncing around like a mad man and adding his distinctive bark to the tracks. I've never seen him better, the whole band is peaking on the vibe in the air that this shit is for real. The unemployed guitarist brought out some tasty licks and some pornographic guitar meets railing shit that was definitely NC-17. The horns on some of the new tracks are startlingly F-I-N-E. You kinda are used to how great the sound is on your old favorites, but the new shit was like what? Wow. And they finally seem to have come to terms with the fact that "Mea Culpa" is a party anthem. I'm telling you now they are onto something, they have the tiger by the tail and are flinging him around right now. If they are approaching the studio as professionally as they did this show then we are in for some reall tasty ear candy in the near future......
They have tapped into a great well of energy, feeding off the crowd and then returning the energy soulified. What other band feeds the hungry like they do?
Who else proves their love for the hip hop inhabitants like the LORD? where else are you dancing with a crazy pickle man, playing volley ball with roller girls, quenching your thirst with the finest local beers and hanging out with Philly's favorite philosopher and sprit guardian Fergie?
The day started out with AZN north phillies most dangerous Cambodians and they made people leave the shade to bop their heads in the sun which is saying something when it's 90 out. 130 is a tough time to rock, but they did. 2:00 is more of the same, but Steve-Onpoint and the one party system were also up to the challenge. Here was another performer who oozed belief, like the LORD was later to do, he was bouncing up and down with ever beat, jammin air guitar right along with the band and again bringing peeps into the sunshine. The energy was to continue all throughout the day and it was almost like the sixties up in that place with modern day hippies carrying on the traditions of the flower children, albiet dressed a bit more cleanly, this is northern liberties....
I caught a few songs from at your service and they play their instruments the way you are supposed to play them, loud, kind of a wall of noise, but don't call it jazz because they dont like that.
There was an intersting band with three initials that were also lyrically fun with just the right amount of guitar noises and the fellows playing "get your shackamax on" got the girlies dancing and twirling and did a great job. But I'm not a professional reviewer, I do this for giggles, sorry if I didn't shout you out but the volley ball was very distracting and there was an air conditioner and a phillies game and ukranian women who think im sexy, so.
The LORD looked like the genuine article this summer evening. You feel a destiny about them, their shit is tight and getting tighter. Al was a force of nature, I think I saw him percolating at one point, bouncing around like a mad man and adding his distinctive bark to the tracks. I've never seen him better, the whole band is peaking on the vibe in the air that this shit is for real. The unemployed guitarist brought out some tasty licks and some pornographic guitar meets railing shit that was definitely NC-17. The horns on some of the new tracks are startlingly F-I-N-E. You kinda are used to how great the sound is on your old favorites, but the new shit was like what? Wow. And they finally seem to have come to terms with the fact that "Mea Culpa" is a party anthem. I'm telling you now they are onto something, they have the tiger by the tail and are flinging him around right now. If they are approaching the studio as professionally as they did this show then we are in for some reall tasty ear candy in the near future......
Friday, August 27, 2010
Someone handed me a coupla CD's thinking they were worthy of the considerations from THE WORLD"S MOST IMPORTANT BLOG.
Steve-onpoint is a Goatbeastie, the bastard hybrid of some drug fuelled barnyard coupling between the two most verbally dextrous groups from the region who everybody loves and saw and tells friends about how cool they were back when they saw the dudes live when they were blowing everyone's minds. He even somehow arranges a mini Goats reunion on the third track of his FREE cd "Cliche". Part of the reason is to avoid lawsuits and the other part is to just get his shit out there so the people can hear what he can do. Be warned. The shit sticks to your brain.
He's added layers upon layers to these tracks which should come with a written source material list because you are going to go crazy trying to remember where you heard some of these samples from especially if some of your memory problems are from california presciption grade medications.
"Cliche" is alot of fun and I think saves it's best track for last when he goes all Barry White on us and does some love music about sharing someone's ass with a couple of friends...to paraphrase a local wordsmith "if my boy steve's got it then we can have it, he's got it got it," He does politcal stuff, badass stuff and is so sensitive to his fellow man that he even apologizes to imagined cellmates who may think hes the bee's knee's with a firm but polite no. (Which seems to contradict the first track which claims he will wear his pants at half mast on the corner in order to get shit done, but hes an artist and maybe hes using some fancy slang that im not hip to or something)....Also im a huge fan of his little ditty about DUI.
Anyway.....it sounds like he and his crew had alot of fun putting this project together and it is the kind of mind stimulation that you don't get much of in these days of sanskrit raps. He even references the secret Reptiles who run the world and thats just the kind of educating that this country needs.
Then I listened to his "One Party System. Now I want to punch Steve in the face. The first track seems to be directed at government officials who don't know how to spell his name. I'm guessing the Drivers Licensing people. (now the hyphen)
Then he starts kicking ass and taking names.
The punch in the face is for the track about whatever the fuck "ricky bo bo say vitch" is. He says he will let the rap define it and gives you ciphers and half answers. So you hit repeat and try to really listen to it because, by now, you really want to know who or what Ricky Bobosayvitch is. And then it's stuck in your brain. And then you ask someone what it means and all you get are blank looks. He is soooo enjoying a complimentary knockle sammich.....
Real hip hop shit, lyrical nuggets and flashbacks, fun and serious all at the same time, this was time well spent and both are great additions to my shuffle.
Steve-onpoint is a Goatbeastie, the bastard hybrid of some drug fuelled barnyard coupling between the two most verbally dextrous groups from the region who everybody loves and saw and tells friends about how cool they were back when they saw the dudes live when they were blowing everyone's minds. He even somehow arranges a mini Goats reunion on the third track of his FREE cd "Cliche". Part of the reason is to avoid lawsuits and the other part is to just get his shit out there so the people can hear what he can do. Be warned. The shit sticks to your brain.
He's added layers upon layers to these tracks which should come with a written source material list because you are going to go crazy trying to remember where you heard some of these samples from especially if some of your memory problems are from california presciption grade medications.
"Cliche" is alot of fun and I think saves it's best track for last when he goes all Barry White on us and does some love music about sharing someone's ass with a couple of friends...to paraphrase a local wordsmith "if my boy steve's got it then we can have it, he's got it got it," He does politcal stuff, badass stuff and is so sensitive to his fellow man that he even apologizes to imagined cellmates who may think hes the bee's knee's with a firm but polite no. (Which seems to contradict the first track which claims he will wear his pants at half mast on the corner in order to get shit done, but hes an artist and maybe hes using some fancy slang that im not hip to or something)....Also im a huge fan of his little ditty about DUI.
Anyway.....it sounds like he and his crew had alot of fun putting this project together and it is the kind of mind stimulation that you don't get much of in these days of sanskrit raps. He even references the secret Reptiles who run the world and thats just the kind of educating that this country needs.
Then I listened to his "One Party System. Now I want to punch Steve in the face. The first track seems to be directed at government officials who don't know how to spell his name. I'm guessing the Drivers Licensing people. (now the hyphen)
Then he starts kicking ass and taking names.
The punch in the face is for the track about whatever the fuck "ricky bo bo say vitch" is. He says he will let the rap define it and gives you ciphers and half answers. So you hit repeat and try to really listen to it because, by now, you really want to know who or what Ricky Bobosayvitch is. And then it's stuck in your brain. And then you ask someone what it means and all you get are blank looks. He is soooo enjoying a complimentary knockle sammich.....
Real hip hop shit, lyrical nuggets and flashbacks, fun and serious all at the same time, this was time well spent and both are great additions to my shuffle.
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