without you, soy nada

2010-10-23

I remember hearing this song as a small child, yet the video is news to me.

I am surprised at how dark this video was, for the late 80s. and Karen Black? Who knew? Another example of how major Stevie was, pullin’ Karen Black for a video! The subtexts were aplenty with this mini-feature.

How about the emphatic delivery? I love when he eats his words, singing so emotionally the words are like chewed or gargled. and when his body convulses, you know its the funk.

Thematically i’m rolling through your neighborhood stevie, this morning I played Prince’s “Annie Christian” on repeat while Damien was shaving; he’d never heard it before. Another Dark and socio-political commentary on 80s era reality.

Could you imagine being an adult during the Reagan era? I barely got out alive as a child and I’m turning 28 tomorrow. What if I was my age then?

Hopefully I’d pen lyrics of a critical nature and wrap some haunting synth around it, that seemed to work for those guys.

adios

2010-09-09

post dream

my latest moody but effervescent 8 tracks mixtape

2010-09-02

the house of self undoing

2010-08-24

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

I AM GRIPPED IN YOUR ECSTATIC SORROW, IN SERVICE I DECLINE ALL OTHER OFFERS OF LIBERATION

MY FEET BOUND TO YOUR EARTH, I AM TOILING IN JOURNEY, KNOTS OF PRESSURE ACCRUED IN CHAMBERS INVISIBLE:

THROAT CHAKRA ALIGNED WITH THE CONSPIRACY OF MANHOOD

HOMBRO DE HOMBRE, MI SANGRE DE MADRE,

MEA CULPA AMEN

AS ALWAYS, MY TIMING, MY TOUCH,

TENDRILS OF ELECTRICITY, SYNAPSES OF RECOGNITION

LIPS AND EYES WET, CONVERSELY ANOINTED

I AM YOUR CAPTIVATED, TO WHOM DO YOU ANSWER?

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AREN’T I GETTING TOO OLD FOR THIS?

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AT LEAST

what i meant to say, actually, at least, the ghost turns to face his shadow, seeing sacrificial mist, plunges the night into the day, forgettting himself, his only holy father.

save the pyre for other matters - sin ether, sin ashes, sin reason.

a woman submitted is another set of cigarettes that cannot erase the haunting stain of evaporated promises on the grainy surface of it all.

barn owls