Edges
Rough around the edges but I have a lot of edges.
The Love Idea
Everything is named;
All styles and everything
We put into a box.
Every study has a name; this style suck, end;
The pleasures on the inside mind, body, bank.
Now when you go out looking
I’ll tell you what you’ll find;
The bullshit train, the trashcans full.
You’ll hear all the voices, all the noisy teachers,
No one teaches Truth.
So what you going to do?
Gonna build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
Now if we lived in public everyone could learn.
We could watch the sacred puppets try to be
The men.
Personal crusader spiders went out weaving,
Spiders weaving Christ. The players at the turnstyle
Trade suicide for brawn; a name is on the can.
So what you going to do?
Gonna build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
And words like line and line like song.
You must know the price, that choosing is the life.
Ask for simple pieces and hope for better ones;
Get lost in Babylon until you find the love.
Saluting to the tribe, grumpy men with wives,
I ride a bike.
So what you going to do?
Gonna build a better bomb,
Gonna make another mall.
It’s like the rabbi said
And Bobby Rabyd’s dead.
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
That’s the Love Idea, Bill,
That’s the Love Idea.
Taos DJ Rehearsal
New Years 2019
Terminal Uniqueness
The Spider’s Cave
The spider is a sculptural installation that’s used for video mapping. I’m using 3 different kinds of fabric – flag cloth, gauze and voile. The light will pass through the layers so when I map to one surface you can see it on more than one layer. It also passes through to the wall. It’s dynamic in the sense that wind will affect the surfaces as well. The subtext is I created something out of leftover construction supplies when I lived in New Mexico and I’ve always been working toward projecting the scene of the original onto the sculpture. It’s a way of trying to capture/recreate a moment…a time machine. And my spirit animal – the Bold Jumper, phidippus audax. When I did my installation with Love Tribe I used these panels upside down to form the face of the spider (a total coincidence BTW). From there I designed a single panel with Beej that he sewed for my camper – that I used at Paseo in Taos when DJ Bonehead hooked me up with a gig.
Carnivore
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
Says she wants a weatherman
But I am a storm
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
Temperate or tropical
She is a carnivore
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
At 60th and Lexington
That’s where my baby stays
I see everything
A panopticon
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
How beautiful
Your shadow
I loved you
I wish I never knew
Lovers for Life
There you go man, there is your prize
You fell from the sky onto me.
I have the Earth now, you have my bride.
You fell from the sky onto me.
So I said to the sparrow, come take me now,
Come take me now.
I sat on the hill and I cried.
I can’t make you love me,
You either do or you don’t.
I can’t make you love me.
Test, Arizona – The Spider’s Cave
Flagstaff
The Spider (Test 2.18.14) from Itco Presents on Vimeo.
Pend Oreille
Highway 95.
4 by 4 is on.
The biggest lake, mama, in Idaho.
Don’t want to say it wrong.
Your waters quietly sun-bleach
the sunken trees and submarines.
Yet I dare not say your name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille
Of you I said I’m fond –
Before I moved out West.
A bird of death now drawn
Forever on your breast.
I look into your eyes –
The bottom of my steps;
I cannot catch my breath,
I cannot say it back.
Yet I dare not say her name –
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille
I said goodbye to Sam
Gone back to Oklohell.
Montana on my mind –
Shooting ne’er-do-wells.
Pend Oreille
I ask your name.
In waves of gravity
My body falls away,
My body falls away.
Yet I dare not say your name
Pend Oreille, Pend Oreille