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Here’s a sneak peek at my new band Sex BBQ. We’ll be making our debut Thursday, March 15 at the Peoplestown Palace. Stay tuned for details.
LISTEN NOW - Sex BBQ (Untitled cell-phone recorded demo)
This track features…
Kate BBQ - Lead vox, guitar
Steele BBQ - Bass
Bunny BBQ - Backing vox, cowbell, vibraslap
Steve BBQ 1 - Lead guitar
Steve BBQ 2 - Shitty surf casio, backing vox
Steve BBQ 3 - Drums
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1. Avoid fried meats which angry up the blood.
2. If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.
3. Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gently as you move.
4. Go very light on the vices, such an carrying on in society—the social ramble ain’t restful.
5. Avoid running at all times.
6. Don’t look back—something might be gaining on you.
- Originally published in the June 13, 1953 issue of Collier’s.
I used to wake and run with the moon
I lived like a rake and a young man
I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
my laughter the devil would frighten
The sun she would come and beat me back down
but every cruel day had its nightfall
I’d welcome the stars with wine and guitars
full of fire and forgetful
My body was sharp the dark air clean
and outrage my joyful companion
whisperin’ women how sweet did they seem
kneelin’ for me to command them
And time was like water but I was the sea
I wouldn’t have noticed it passin’
except for the turnin’ of night into day
and the turnin’ of day into cursin’
You look at me now, and don’t think I don’t know
what all your eyes are a sayin’
Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies
they’re just tricks that his brains been a playin’?
A lover of women he can’t hardly stand
he trembles he’s bent and he’s broken
I’ve fallen it’s true but I say unto you
hold your tongues until after I’ve spoken
I was takin’ my pride in the pleasures I’d known
I laughed and thought I’d be forgiven
but my laughter turned ‘round eyes blazing and said
my friend, we’re holdin’ a wedding
I buried my face but it spoke once again
the night to the day we’re a bindin’
and now the dark air is like fire on my skin
and even the moonlight is blinding
I’m the candle at both ends
Evaporating wax in a room of friends
Blazing on through endless night
Burning out, a flash of light
“Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free …
Like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee”
- Leonard Cohen, “Bird on the Wire”
I met her as the sun was coming up
behind a shotgun shack in Taco Town
The party was winding down
She’d been up all night playing strip poker
She smelled like soft sex and hard liquor
Eyes bloodshot, she was hot
smokin’ like a cigarette
I wasn’t ready yet
But it was now or never…
[video]
So many in love
the lot of us a supercluster
of misfiring neurons
a never ending daisy chain
of misdirected emotion
He loves her
who loves him
who loves her
who loves him
who loves him
who loves her
as if circumference
divided by diameter
We, whipped forward
by the unfolding infinitesimal
chasing oblivion
wanton
with arms grasping
legs spread
cocks thrusting
our souls awash in a ceaseless
tide of fantasy
and reality
love and like
lust and indifference
sex and rejection
Certainty masquerades as confusion
reflecting in reverse
on the shimmering
saline-flooded irises of the enamored
Pheromones dangling in air
like the fine mist of the hurricane’s eye
like microscopic magic 8 balls…
Signs point to yes
Reply hazy, try again
My sources say no
And down the whirlpool we go