supposed to be working on a paper.
Next semester I'm starting an organization called Brockport Students Against Work.
Here are some chants/slogans:
Housework not Homework
No Class but Class WAR
Sunday, April 27, 2003
I want to thank all the people that came to the show last night. It was a good time.
Here's a poem...
Touch the mirror to feel the tears that smear across my face
Mirrors make you feel yr own skin
Or sometimes reexamine the very air you breathe
A study in black and white of the noxious pheromones that drip from the trophies of sex
Why do so many people die in bathtubs?
Cornered by the swine of dreams policing thoughts
Bawling in the bathroom for two hours exactly and promptly at 2am the tears disappear and a smile creeps in like the rising sun
And when it all ends I want to look back and say it was a good trip
Follow the river of sound to the apparition of cardboard skulls and salt stained bricks
I'm hoping to find you there
But even if I find you I'll still be lost
I'll pull you aside promising brilliant and epiphanous revelations but only tripping over words on the way to my admission of things that make me feel like a little boy
Tell the people you love how you feel
They'll love to hear it
And you never know how many more chances you'll have
Every day an angel loses its wings since there aren't enough to go around and the young Cassanovas and Cassanovettes are using them like gasoline is free
The night before I told you I wrote this poem that was so honest and passionate
Bees come from Indonesia to get stuck on honey-flavored fly-paper
And somewhere in Amerika a kid played his or her first guitar chord
But mostly I finally made up my mind and I guess it feels good
Or maybe I can't feel anything
Here's a poem...
*Ideals on Wheels*
Touch the mirror to feel the tears that smear across my face
Mirrors make you feel yr own skin
Or sometimes reexamine the very air you breathe
A study in black and white of the noxious pheromones that drip from the trophies of sex
Why do so many people die in bathtubs?
Cornered by the swine of dreams policing thoughts
Bawling in the bathroom for two hours exactly and promptly at 2am the tears disappear and a smile creeps in like the rising sun
And when it all ends I want to look back and say it was a good trip
Follow the river of sound to the apparition of cardboard skulls and salt stained bricks
I'm hoping to find you there
But even if I find you I'll still be lost
I'll pull you aside promising brilliant and epiphanous revelations but only tripping over words on the way to my admission of things that make me feel like a little boy
Tell the people you love how you feel
They'll love to hear it
And you never know how many more chances you'll have
Every day an angel loses its wings since there aren't enough to go around and the young Cassanovas and Cassanovettes are using them like gasoline is free
The night before I told you I wrote this poem that was so honest and passionate
Bees come from Indonesia to get stuck on honey-flavored fly-paper
And somewhere in Amerika a kid played his or her first guitar chord
But mostly I finally made up my mind and I guess it feels good
Or maybe I can't feel anything
Friday, April 25, 2003
Thursday, April 24, 2003
From Michael Moore:
Take the Dixie Chicks. I'm sure you've all heard by now that, because their lead singer mentioned how she was ashamed that Bush was from her home state of Texas, their record sales have "plummeted" and country stations are boycotting their music. The truth is that their sales are NOT down. This week, after all the attacks, their album is still at #1 on the Billboard country charts and, according to Entertainment Weekly, on the pop charts during all the brouhaha, they ROSE from #6 to #4. In the New York Times, Frank Rich reports that he tried to find a ticket to ANY of the Dixie Chicks' upcoming concerts but he couldn't because they were all sold out. (To read Rich's column from yesterday's Times, "Bowling for Kennebunkport," go here. He does a pretty good job of laying it all out and talks about my next film and the impact it could potentially have.) Their song, "Travelin' Soldier" (a beautiful anti-war ballad) was the most requested song on the internet last week. They have not been hurt at all -- but that is not what the media would have you believe. Why is that? Because there is nothing more important now than to keep the voices of dissent -- and those who would dare to ask a question -- SILENT. And what better way than to try and take a few well-known entertainers down with a pack of lies so that the average Joe or Jane gets the message loud and clear: "Wow, if they would do that to the Dixie Chicks or Michael Moore, what would they do to little ol' me?" In other words, shut the f--- up.
Take the Dixie Chicks. I'm sure you've all heard by now that, because their lead singer mentioned how she was ashamed that Bush was from her home state of Texas, their record sales have "plummeted" and country stations are boycotting their music. The truth is that their sales are NOT down. This week, after all the attacks, their album is still at #1 on the Billboard country charts and, according to Entertainment Weekly, on the pop charts during all the brouhaha, they ROSE from #6 to #4. In the New York Times, Frank Rich reports that he tried to find a ticket to ANY of the Dixie Chicks' upcoming concerts but he couldn't because they were all sold out. (To read Rich's column from yesterday's Times, "Bowling for Kennebunkport," go here. He does a pretty good job of laying it all out and talks about my next film and the impact it could potentially have.) Their song, "Travelin' Soldier" (a beautiful anti-war ballad) was the most requested song on the internet last week. They have not been hurt at all -- but that is not what the media would have you believe. Why is that? Because there is nothing more important now than to keep the voices of dissent -- and those who would dare to ask a question -- SILENT. And what better way than to try and take a few well-known entertainers down with a pack of lies so that the average Joe or Jane gets the message loud and clear: "Wow, if they would do that to the Dixie Chicks or Michael Moore, what would they do to little ol' me?" In other words, shut the f--- up.
This is what I'm doing tonite. Upset that I have to work instead of seeing Abusing the Word and 17th Class at the Food Not Bombs space (I guess people are calling it Club Sandwich now). Ahh well, I've got a full weekend anyway between Angela Davis (and maybe critical mass) on Friday and posing nude and the show on Saturday. Plus, I need the money if I'm gonna move out and all.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Monday, April 21, 2003
Saturday, April 19, 2003
I played at the protest at the Liberty Pole yesterday. Here's the Roch. IMC article about the rally. I couldn't remember the names of the songs I played yesterday, but I do now so here they are:
- shock and awe
- pour paint on the fire
- brockport to islamabad
Then it was fun fun fun at the RCAN benefit show. Kinda disappointing more people didn't show up though.
- shock and awe
- pour paint on the fire
- brockport to islamabad
Then it was fun fun fun at the RCAN benefit show. Kinda disappointing more people didn't show up though.
Support the people, not the "troops": http://www.commondreams.org/headlines03/0418-01.htm
http://www.commondreams.org/headlines03/0415-12.htm
http://www.commondreams.org/headlines03/0415-12.htm
Thursday, April 17, 2003
Monday, April 14, 2003
My interesting night Saturday...
i got out of work and i was like, 'well what am i going to do now'
and so i looked in the paper and bowling for columbine was playing at the little at 7 so i was like, 'i'll just go to the movie alone'
so i did and then i went to java's after
and so i'm getting coffee and i look in the smoking room and there's this girl that i recognized from a civil disobedience meeting on friday
and so she waves at me so i go in there and i'm like, what's up, can i have a cigarette
so she's there alone too it turns out so we're talking and then a couple of other people come in and we're all talking
and then someone's like, 'hey we should go back to my house and watch this movie harold and maude'
so i'm like, ok cool
so i'm at this person's house that i don't know watching this movie with three people that i don't know
it was just crazy because it started out being a lonely evening and then by pure serendipity i ended up making new friends
it was going to be a really lonely night and i was going to go home all lonely and shit and it ended up being a great night
Rochester is the best city ever!
i got out of work and i was like, 'well what am i going to do now'
and so i looked in the paper and bowling for columbine was playing at the little at 7 so i was like, 'i'll just go to the movie alone'
so i did and then i went to java's after
and so i'm getting coffee and i look in the smoking room and there's this girl that i recognized from a civil disobedience meeting on friday
and so she waves at me so i go in there and i'm like, what's up, can i have a cigarette
so she's there alone too it turns out so we're talking and then a couple of other people come in and we're all talking
and then someone's like, 'hey we should go back to my house and watch this movie harold and maude'
so i'm like, ok cool
so i'm at this person's house that i don't know watching this movie with three people that i don't know
it was just crazy because it started out being a lonely evening and then by pure serendipity i ended up making new friends
it was going to be a really lonely night and i was going to go home all lonely and shit and it ended up being a great night
Rochester is the best city ever!
So the show in two weeks (Sat. the 26th) featuring me and Forgotten Figures Falling Together Between Two Twigs (and other less important acts) is aparently a benefit for the Tibetan Children's Fund or something like that. At least that's what I got from the Roch. ARA website. Here's a poem for all you romantic bohemians...
Well I guess you pu ta big picturesque mirror over the sink to kill me
Let my own reflection drive me to paranoia or even suicide
A monster lurking in the shadows under my eyes and around my lips
I forgot to drink the tea that makes the spiders stop crawling on my face
Sometimes they let go a bundle of silk and let the wind carry them to where they want to go
But what would mother say?
Where is th epiety in getting high or low?
A good Christian is always right down the center
The ball hits the center pin at the gates of paradise and Strike! Yr in!
The shoes of magnificence donned with all the grace and elegance due
A snobbish look from the velociraptor in a three-piece suit
His teeth smuggly dripping with the carnage of a bowling match
Boy do we ever love guns
Fill the room with potatoes
Everything's going to be alright
But that's not it at all
The world is a pot of gumbo cooking in a caldron over a piece of hellfire
Take a taste too soon and it's too damn cold
Take a taste too late and it's burning up
But if yo umake sure to slurp the universe through yr teeth right now you won't regret having tasted the savory stew largely undiscovered cooking in a cave somewhere
Eve took a bite of the world
So did Snow White
We all have snakes and witches offering us pieces of wonderfully shiny fruit
But where is the sticker that says USDA Certified Organically Grown
The phone rang and the noises began in patterns
You were speaking
But I lost you at hello
So I hung up in mid-sentence and went back to reading Timothy Leary
And i guess I never understood why you got so mad
*Beautifully Inebriated*
Well I guess you pu ta big picturesque mirror over the sink to kill me
Let my own reflection drive me to paranoia or even suicide
A monster lurking in the shadows under my eyes and around my lips
I forgot to drink the tea that makes the spiders stop crawling on my face
Sometimes they let go a bundle of silk and let the wind carry them to where they want to go
But what would mother say?
Where is th epiety in getting high or low?
A good Christian is always right down the center
The ball hits the center pin at the gates of paradise and Strike! Yr in!
The shoes of magnificence donned with all the grace and elegance due
A snobbish look from the velociraptor in a three-piece suit
His teeth smuggly dripping with the carnage of a bowling match
Boy do we ever love guns
Fill the room with potatoes
Everything's going to be alright
But that's not it at all
The world is a pot of gumbo cooking in a caldron over a piece of hellfire
Take a taste too soon and it's too damn cold
Take a taste too late and it's burning up
But if yo umake sure to slurp the universe through yr teeth right now you won't regret having tasted the savory stew largely undiscovered cooking in a cave somewhere
Eve took a bite of the world
So did Snow White
We all have snakes and witches offering us pieces of wonderfully shiny fruit
But where is the sticker that says USDA Certified Organically Grown
The phone rang and the noises began in patterns
You were speaking
But I lost you at hello
So I hung up in mid-sentence and went back to reading Timothy Leary
And i guess I never understood why you got so mad
So the show in two weeks (Sat. the 26th) featuring me and Forgotten Figures Falling Together Between Two Twigs (and other less important acts) is aparently a benefit for the Tibetan Children's Fund or something like that. At least that's what I got from the Roch. ARA website. Here's a poem for all you romantic bohemians...
Well I guess you pu ta big picturesque mirror over the sink to kill me
Let my own reflection drive me to paranoia or even suicide
A monster lurking in the shadows under my eyes and around my lips
I forgot to drink the tea that makes the spiders stop crawling on my face
Sometimes they let go a bundle of silk and let the wind carry them to where they want to go
But what would mother say?
Where is th epiety in getting high or low?
A good Christian is always right down the center
The ball hits the center pin at the gates of paradise and Strike! Yr in!
The shoes of magnificence donned with all the grace and elegance due
A snobbish look from the velociraptor in a three-piece suit
His teeth smuggly dripping with the carnage of a bowling match
Boy do we ever love guns
Fill the room with potatoes
Everything's going to be alright
But that's not it at all
The world is a pot of gumbo cooking in a caldron over a piece of hellfire
Take a taste too soon and it's too damn cold
Take a taste too late and it's burning up
But if yo umake sure to slurp the universe through yr teeth right now you won't regret having tasted the savory stew largely undiscovered cooking in a cave somewhere
Eve took a bite of the world
So did Snow White
We all have snakes and witches offering us pieces of wonderfully shiny fruit
But where is the sticker that says USDA Certified Organically Grown
The phone rang and the noises began in patterns
You were speaking
But I lost you at hello
So I hung up in mid-sentence and went back to reading Timothy Leary
And i guess I never understood why you got so mad
*Beautifully Inebriated*
Well I guess you pu ta big picturesque mirror over the sink to kill me
Let my own reflection drive me to paranoia or even suicide
A monster lurking in the shadows under my eyes and around my lips
I forgot to drink the tea that makes the spiders stop crawling on my face
Sometimes they let go a bundle of silk and let the wind carry them to where they want to go
But what would mother say?
Where is th epiety in getting high or low?
A good Christian is always right down the center
The ball hits the center pin at the gates of paradise and Strike! Yr in!
The shoes of magnificence donned with all the grace and elegance due
A snobbish look from the velociraptor in a three-piece suit
His teeth smuggly dripping with the carnage of a bowling match
Boy do we ever love guns
Fill the room with potatoes
Everything's going to be alright
But that's not it at all
The world is a pot of gumbo cooking in a caldron over a piece of hellfire
Take a taste too soon and it's too damn cold
Take a taste too late and it's burning up
But if yo umake sure to slurp the universe through yr teeth right now you won't regret having tasted the savory stew largely undiscovered cooking in a cave somewhere
Eve took a bite of the world
So did Snow White
We all have snakes and witches offering us pieces of wonderfully shiny fruit
But where is the sticker that says USDA Certified Organically Grown
The phone rang and the noises began in patterns
You were speaking
But I lost you at hello
So I hung up in mid-sentence and went back to reading Timothy Leary
And i guess I never understood why you got so mad