Monday, October 26, 2015

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Sunday, September 6, 2015

the blues



the blues.
by me



you've made me a bluesman by default.
traveling around the world singing my sad sad song.

breaking hearts on my last cut of the set.
laying with beauties as fucked up as me afterwards.

you've made me a bluesman by default.
from fenway to france, i've frolicked fantasies.

in boston we caught a train down to where the irish rumble.
it was so fucking cold i heard god howl.

i drank a pint with a drunk as we talked about drinking.
you proclaiming after many years of being absent from my eyes.
i am a woman.

you've made me a bluesman by default.
raptured my soul and resurrected my wolf.

in madrid i flirted with the waitress who favored salma
she'll be mine and you'll be envious of our swirl.

in paris moi was the definition of perfect beauty.
so serene and innocent and young i felt bad for even a corrupting thought

you've made me a bluemans by default.
traveling around the world singing my sad sad song.

breaking hearts on my last cut of the set.
laying with beauties as fucked up as me afterwards.

in nola we danced.
at the market, in the street, at the benjamin button spot.

we slow danced to the beating of hearts.
not ours, the universe's.

In chicago, we drank after dance class.
you twirling, me writing little poems to your movements.

shit was love jones with an adolescent twist.
too young were we. yeah man, we had to go back out on tour.

you made me a bluesman by default.
traveling around the world singing my sad sad song.

in the city we go to paris blues.
and listen to that old horny man play the guitar.

get too tipsy and make jean michel tickle, wherever he is now.
stories that need to be chronicled but never defined.

i'm a bluesman by default.
traveling around the world singing my sad sad song.

in italy we talked of holding hands down the strip.
fascinated by how different we were.
excited about the possibilities of it all.

in dc we sucked nightcaps down at showtime.
giggling about nothing in particular.
wondering if today's love affair would last.
you made sure it would never be revisited, didn't you.
some say i'm a bluesman by default.
i dont know.
in memphis, martin the bartender threw me a whiskey.
where you been man.
out in this crazy world, friend, i said.
been too long, he said.
i threw that whiskey down my throat to silence you.
to stop your whispers. to stop the memories of you.
martin gave me another and another and another.
man, stuck, he said.
it's only two handfuls of us in here.
why dont you play us a set.
one whiskey later i replied.
hell, why not.
cause i'm a bluesman by default, right?
i was born to play.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Kendrick Lamar x Interlude

This dude is making some amazing art.


Lauryn Hill x Feeling Good (Tribute)

So, a few things to check for in this video for the casual watcher.
1. Ms. Hill is still probably one of the best performers on the planet.
2. The guitarist becomes possessed during his solo...and I'm quite sure his soul wasn't even in New York while he was playing.
3. The face one of the background singers makes when Hill starts skatting.  Pure admiration, disbelief and happiness.
4. The band man....get a whole bunch of musicians together for 5 minutes and god peeks in...


Sunday, July 19, 2015

delorian rides

delorean rides

i promise.
i promise next time I'll be better.
to you.
I'll be the best.
you'll see.

of course next time isn't anytime soon.
next time we'll have different names.
and different lives.
next time is light years from today.
or tomorrow.
or the next 100 years.

but somehow I'll know.
the universe will know.
and I'll be better.
i promise.

by then everyone will be totally plugged in.
and i'll take you on an adventure.
like the old days.
by then everyone will be wrapped up in there interactive tvs.
and flying cars powered by the suns.
by then most wont know what an adventure is outside their floating homes.

and i'll come get you.
we'll jump in something called a car.
and travel down to earth.
and actually drive.
watch the suns spin.
we'll stop and have a picnic like we did before.
maybe listen to that thing called jazz that had long before died.
and we'll make love and giggle as the moon becomes our nightlight.
i promise.

i promise next time I'll be better.
to you.
I'll be the best.
you'll see.

Ta-Nehisi Coates x New York Magazine