sally mccarthy bathes her daughter in a shallow tub on the kitchen table. the baby fusses but stops short of crying.
as she sponges her tiny hands, sally marvels at the soft palms, just starting to prune. and her uncle carter’s voice speaks up in her memory.
“i don’t see what all the fuss is about. if i was jesus, i would have begged to be crucified.” read more >
number 23. a mystical number for fans of psychic tv and throbbing gristle. and the chicago bulls.
i realized after i posted last week’s song that that the memory parade of our protagonist had begun in the late 30s with a 30s style song. figured the next milestone should happen in the early 50s, and so i went with a ‘kansas city’ style boogie-woogie early 50s song. a high school memory of his first foray into the world of comingling.
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[Special note: Tonight’s show at the Pub at Vios has been moved to next week, March 9. Apologies for the late announcement.]
fifteen songs. four plus months. and I’m just getting warmed up…
this week’s song was a case of automatic writing as far as the music goes. i played the opening churchbell pentatonic run on the piano and was struck by the first melodic phrase. i turned on the tape recorder [actually, garageband on my mac] and played the idea again, to capture it. i continued plyaying to see if i could come up with some related ideas. i played the whole thing straight through, bridge and all. i still had to come up with lyrics, but the final recording follows the arrangement of that first pass. read more >