The Journey To Whale Tails
October 20, 2009
Mecca
Bone Defense was a minimal project that Jason Waugaman and I thought up in 1995 as a BITCHES BREW jam on the hard prog tip. We did a basement show and that was it. Jason lost interest and I just felt like the idea was lost on my band mates.
Bone Defense seemed dead until I finished MOXIEVILLE. Suddenly I knew it had to be read aloud and I needed to jam with some Floyd-alikes to make it work. Living in Vermont I have a plethora of musicians to work with and now…Bone Defense is resurrected.
We plan on doing a variety of small gigs which will be filmed and recorded for CDs to present to not a record label or a film producer but to Burlington City Hall to get a permit to build and set up a performance space for filming at the Whale Tails.
The Whale Tails are a sculpture in a pasture between exits 12 and 13 on I-89. It appears that whales have jumped from the land and then jumped back. We need to play there. We don’t want money or fame…we want beauty……..
Entry 100
July 30, 2009
Celebrate with a loved one…..
Lusty Lust
June 25, 2009
Lust and Other Stories by Susan Minot
My review
rating: 5 of 5 stars
Susan Minot was my favorite contemporary author for quite some time during my gigolo hood w/ Pauline Kael.
The brevity and depth was nearly punk in it’s simplicity…but not without a deep poignance in each word that would make my flesh goose and tears shed.
Visions Of Cody
May 14, 2009
Visions of Cody by Jack Kerouac
My review
rating: 5 of 5 stars
Jack Kerouac is easily my favorite American author. And like the country from which he hailed, I fluctuate between love and hatred for his work. On The Road on its own is an immmensably enjoyable read. But the non-linear and multimedia approach tells the same story in a sweep of words and transcriptions from taped conversations that it moves along quicker than Road, which is about 2/3 the length of this novel.
Visions of Cody details not just the adult male bonding between Kerouac and Neal Cassady — it is more of a history of the country that they search in vain looking for Neal’s father. Neal Cassady Sr. was a Denver poolhound until one day he left poor Neal in the streets to be never seen again. Kerouac ends On The Road solemnly with their failed search and the emptiness they feel at that realization. Cody’s very conceit IS that disappointment, that trauma of abandonment and most of all the importance of friendship.
Kerouac is no travelogue writer after reading this. Sure Road and Desolation Angels fit into said genre but to judge his skills purely on his mainstream books is to deny yourself the pleasure….
God Damn
September 12, 2008
Welcome to my blog. Like a train wreck it’s here to gawk at.
Forgive the cliche tho.
