Presiento que ya no se detendrá
the flags, above them, can we go? de repente
Homework: American "D.I.Y." (Do it yourself) compilations: ...low-budget, home-made or just cool and strange... Artwave, punk-wave, experimental, post-punk, No Wave: there's lots of everything, most all of it from the golden years of DIY, 1977-1982. En la disquera Hyped to Death.
Proyecto de Sonic Boom, la otra cabeza de Spacemen 3. Sábado 15 de septiembre en Polk Street Fair (San Francisco): Spectrum (U.K.), Triclops!, Los Llamarada (Monterrey, Mexico), Lou Lou & The Guitarfish.
Toda una constelación de estrellas, como diría Raúl Velasco... Abarca algunas de las canciones más conocidas y ADEMÁS las de culto, y hasta covers de canciones oficialmente inéditas... con Darth Vader! Stephen Pavement! Tom Verlaine de Television! Sufjan Stevens! John Doe de X! Yo La Tengo! Yo También! Iron and Wind and Calexico and Calexico! Sonic Youth! Lee Ranaldo de Sonic Youth! Bob Dylan de Bob Dylan!
met her in the elevator
Tal como apareció en su alucinatorio libro, Tarantula:
Furious Simon's Nasty Humor
i had a dream
that the cook
leaned
& shook
his fist over the
balcony & said yes
to the people
yes to the people
& he said this
to the people
"i want four cups of stormtrooper -
a tablespoon of catholic - five hundre paranoids -
some water buffalo - a half pound of communist -
six cups of rebel - two cute atheists -
a quart bottle of rabbi - one teaspoon of
bitter liberal - some antibirth tablets -
three fourths black nationalist -
a dab of lemon cock powder -
some mogen david capitalists & a whole lot
of fat people with extra money"
then the cook's helper
appeared
& cleared his throat & then he
said to the people yes the
people
"also we'd like a mocking bird
& some maids a milking - some raped
college students & a drenched hen -
two turtle gloves
& a partridge & a gin & a pear tree"
i awoke from this dream
in the state of fright - then jumped out of bed &
ran for the kitchen - crashed thru the door &
slammed on the light/fell on my
bended knees &
thanked God
that there was nothing new in
the ice box
dear Puck,
traded in my electric guitar for
one you call a gut one...you can play
it all by yourself - don't need a band -
eliminates all the fighting except of
course for the other gut guitar
players - am doing well - have no idea of
what's happening but all these girls
with moustaches, they're going crazy
over me - you must try them sometime -
weather is good - threw away all my lefty
frizzell records - also got rid of my
parka - you can keep my cow as i now am
on the road to freedom