To bring that bottom rush
Of circumspect.
Sitting here
Stoic and patient
I heart myself
I hurt myself.
We're not going under
We're not gonnna take it
We're not gonna die
And give the bastards the edge.
My mission is to
Stop em and stomp em
To make em cry uncle
To make my uncle conceed
To make my enemies bleed
The watchword of the day
Is tired withered skin.
Dead and old and cold to the touch
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
MAIN (on Main) : Ginger Beer & Ronamay
It was a bit of a girls night out and I was hangin' with 'em. Mallory invited me to join her at a booth with her friends Olivia and Alex.
The Main on Main evening featured the sounds of Walter Davis on sax backed by Asa (drums), and bass player Furdy, the room was filled with tight jazz and heavy soloing. Zane Musa sat in on soprano sax, turning the whole gig up a couple notches, as he often does. Eric Parker on the keys sat in, an electric guitar guy who was very talented, Lyndon Rochelle on drums, Frank Abraham on bass and some other cool kats that I can't think of right now.






The Main on Main evening featured the sounds of Walter Davis on sax backed by Asa (drums), and bass player Furdy, the room was filled with tight jazz and heavy soloing. Zane Musa sat in on soprano sax, turning the whole gig up a couple notches, as he often does. Eric Parker on the keys sat in, an electric guitar guy who was very talented, Lyndon Rochelle on drums, Frank Abraham on bass and some other cool kats that I can't think of right now.
Vocalists too, were there to turn it out. Ronamay Love sang I Will Survive, J. Karen Thomas did her thing, with her was a vocalist named Aaron(?). K.G. Superstar sang some John Legend, Charles Morgan was in the house laying down some smooth Al Green, but the attention was on Alex Isley who gave it up at least 3 times, singing that soulful late night jazz, seductively holding the dance floor's attention.
10-G was there shooting some video of me reading some poetry and of the rest of the night as well, so look for that in the near future.
I stuck to Ginger Beer, which isn't beer at all, there's not even any alcohol in it.
Ronamay
Mallory and Olivia
Ronamay
The incorrigible Colin Gordon
Alex Isley on the mic and having fun
Labels:
alex isley,
asa watkins,
colin gordon,
mallory bradley,
ronamay love,
walter davis
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Main (on Main)
At MAIN in Santa Monica, where Walter Davis was performing with his trio - Greg Raymond on keys and Asa Watkins on drums. I sat in, and did a couple of poems with the band.
Miss Mallory Bradley was on hand, as was Eric Parker and Greg Raymond - both keyboardists from around town. Also in the house - K.G. Superstar - a man who talks the talk and walks the walk.)
All photos taken with the Hipstamatic™ app for the iPhone
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Floor 22 - Hipstamatic™
These photos are from The Floor (22), held at King-King in Hollywood on April 12, 2010 and taken with the Hipstamatic™ app for the iPhone.
Peppa Yuan
Carolina Cerisola
Paris Paul
Dorthea Porter
Charlene Rose
Carolina Cerisola
Josavelle Ramos Cruz, Paris Paul
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Floor 22
On the mic at The Floor 22, April 12, 2010 at King-King, Hollywood, CA. (Asa on drums)
Thanks to Walter Davis for inviting me to perform, Miss Mallory Bradley for taking this shot and Carolina Cerisola & Sascha Escandon for creating this one-of-a-kind night.
Josavelle Ramos Cruz
Martin Yernazian, Gordon Bash, Carolina Cerisola and Annalisa Rinetti
Sunday, April 11, 2010
.163
It hurts to be a man in love
Makes one weak and vulnerable
Soft around the edges
Hard as hell
All the time
Stoic as a caveman
Grunting
Makes one weak and vulnerable
Soft around the edges
Hard as hell
All the time
Stoic as a caveman
Grunting
Saturday, April 10, 2010
.162
there's a lot of pain-
a lot of conflict
behind those eyes
behind that smile.
you're so strong
you'll muddle through
and muddle with a smile.
nobody is going to stop you.
I'd tell you
I admire you,
that i'm still on fire,
even without you.
but i'll never see you,
and that's forever.
a lot of conflict
behind those eyes
behind that smile.
you're so strong
you'll muddle through
and muddle with a smile.
nobody is going to stop you.
I'd tell you
I admire you,
that i'm still on fire,
even without you.
but i'll never see you,
and that's forever.
Friday, April 9, 2010
.161
Fierce and violent and pushed to the edge
my soul wakes to the sonic bluster of chik-a-chik guitar and
numb from-the-spine-up basslines
that let you know the apocalypse is near.
The magnetic tension displays itself as a
The magnetic tension displays itself as a
fresh innocent man whose heart is devoid of essential nutrients
to live and survive
this withered carcass of a dream.
A neon expulsion of non productive waste
A neon expulsion of non productive waste
clears out the ridiculous warfare
that lays deep down in
my clefted soul.
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