song title/ internet dilema.

charity is what buries you after you've been shot.
goya

those who lack imagination have no way of imagining what they lack

art is the ghetto


chicago was the home of my first bands record label and where we recorded.
there was no internet or cell phones then. we recorded a tape and made a bunch of phone calls, mailed some letters and drove around the country. not much known of us or the places we were about to go . we played with lots of bar bands in small towns to an audience that were disappointed we didn't know how to play "freebird". now you have noise art bands in small towns in wyoming who know all the bands on load records and their side projects.
there is also something similar to how nostalgic fashion and song writing plays out in this. kids in midwest small town who watch t.v. reality shows about kids in malibu highschool and copy that culture. kids in gas station mechanic clothes in chicago who have no idea what a carburetor is but can play rocket from the crypt songs on guitar. kids in sanfransisco wearing 1984 hip hop brooklyn style clothes carrying boomboxes playing a lightning bolt tape that doug e fresh would have hated. is it going some where? reality is cycling inward, like devo record grooves,
is there going to a big leveling of the playing field or just more ways to sell stuff.
today there are so many bands that sound like the yardbirds and dress like donavon while having ironic madona and duran duran albums on their ipods
it all makes true originals stand out. if some one can withstand all these layers of products and still be able to be themselves= watch out. how do you do it without brain damage?
walking is a good way to start. it can be passive entertainment if you want it to be. instead of watching tv go for a walk. dangerous . people see you, like you are a reality show. you see them .. just like reality!

zodiac compass
wind up zodiac
needs to chill
blows its nose to hurt its ears

star fighter continuum

oooh, bubbles

i really really hate cows

"small male crowd"

philharmonic dread

tooo key western

the acid trip option

my parents made me wear an eyepatch when watching sat morning cartoons

very rapid dog pants

Pokeable by knife

juicy punch

machine shoots out ball

"my big concern: is it pokeable by knife"

unmeasured death of a unique vision

halo contender

lost promises of small children

her upside down vessel

bought love/ disposable pants

accordion pinchers for bush