photo: Juan Chapa
New Single!!
Bring Me the Head of the Lapwing
Now Streaming!!
My partner, justin tracy, & i are back @ Hurley Sound making new music!!. Lapwing is the first single from our new project entitled: Sisters & brothers & brothers & sisters. This track was borne out of the frustration of the endless violence we have, sadly, grown accustomed to. i began to ruminate on the nature of violence & evil & where it comes from? I realized it’s nothing new & thought of one of my favourite stories: Cain & abel. Where does this wickedness come from? what can we do? In mythology & folklore the lapwing is a powerful symbol. in times of war, it is said for the people to care for the lapwing & protect it’s children, & trouble & violence will end. The title is the voice of our violent culture demanding the head of the lapwing. I hope we can remember we are beholden to one another & responsible for each other. I hope we can care for each other in a more singular & personal way, like sisters & brothers & brothers & sisters.
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
The Dylan Classic
Recorded Live @ pete’s Candy Store in Brooklyn, NYC by Irving Gadoury, Filmed by Carla Mejia & mixed & mastered by justin tracy @ hurley sound, It’s All Over Now Baby blue, The Bob dylan classic, is my new single available on all streaming platforms & my bandcamp page. I hope you dig it!!
New Single Out!!
January
January is a collaboration w our pal Dan Klug of The Century Band. It was recorded @ The Woods here in Woodstock, NY. The track was produced by Justin Tracy. He also played acoustic guitar, drums & keys. Todd Nelson played slide guitar & James Alanson Kirk played bass. Dan Klug played piano & I did a little singing. I think it came out pretty good & we had a blast putting it together! mxd
video & photography: Tim Geaney
video: l.ittle.bit
Wildwood Road!!
produced by Justin Tracy
Photo: Juan Chapa. Graphics: Eve Chapa
I walked into a used bookstore & bought a copy of Naked Lunch & The Dollmaker’s Ghost…
They killed Marilyn Gay Ward the owner of The Book Stall, the place where I bought those books. They killed Kimber Reynolds out in front of the Tower Theatre. They shot David’s Dad there in the bar @ The Mystery Lounge - same place they killed that reporter’s Dad so many years ago. I attended the poetry readings @ The Art Museum on Dakota & Clinton. I would sit there listening to Chuck Hanzlicek & Peter Everwine & Phil Levine. I would sit & listen & chew the shit out of my tongue & cheek & then head across the railroad tracks to Motel Drive & look for Joanie. I would find her out in front of The London Or The Astro or The Stardust.
@ Rep’s there was a guy outside working on the pool. Turns out he was a cop. The whole crew were cops. I found out from Benny. I knew something wasn’t right. I didn’t recognize that new girl & she had been out there in front of Rep’s for days. Anyway, she told Benny she was in Room 107 back by the pool & when she opened the door to let him in they all pounced on him & held him in a chokehold till he calmed down. They wrote him up with a court date & let him go just as another guy was walking up to the door. Benny had a couple grams on him & they didn’t even find them. Fucking cops.
“But that was just a story, something that people will tell themselves, something to pass the time it takes for the violence inside a man to wear him away, or to be consumed itself, depending on who is the candle & who is the light.”
-Denis Johnson
Years later, I was enrolled @ The University of San Diego. I was writing poetry again & I was working in the English Dept. as a tutor. It was there I discovered Frank Bidart who lived in Bakersfield of all places. I read Stardust & Golden State. I loved how he wrote about his father with such clarity, he had forgiven him…I could hear the bells tolling on that one. They were distant but clear.
I started running along the waters edge & on the boardwalk & all through the city & back home again. I would take off from my house on Narragansett Ave. up the big hill & run all the way Downtown, through the stadium where the Padres played & back home again. I was working for the Greek woman Downtown & met all the Politicians & Judges & Lawyers & The Owner of the Chargers & I was running as fast & as far as I could & I was writing poetry & working in the English Dept. & reading Novel after Novel & studying Shakespeare & Theory & writing a play called: The Last Cigarette. A loose rip-off of Shepard’s True West starring Kid Durango & Me. The evening I finished writing it I found myself in the Motor Lodge off the freeway near Old Town & it started all over again - worse than before. I lost my ability to speak & my right side was paralyzed & I wore The Army Jacket all the time, even during Summer. I read & clipped apart the Tribune & The Times highlighting the clues & messages from Beyond. It was just one of the ways Mr. Sorrow spoke to me. & it was I, his attentive & devout & as far as I know, only pupil, who did his bidding & wandered from place to place destroying everything in my path.