Tuesday, July 9, 2019

New Song: "Has Anyone Seen Mitchell?"

We had a joke band at work, and this was one of the fake songs we had for it. I liked the title though, so I turned it into a real song about how Americans tend to work too much and should enjoy life more. If you don't believe me, then maybe you would believe CNBC? The lyrics are below.  It's the same deal as always.  If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot.  I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version.  If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal.  Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know.  It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot (and then it's likely fine as well--I just want my cut).  Find out first though.  Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

Has anyone seen Mitchell?
Eric was just here, but now he's gone.
And where the fuck is Shane?
I got an angry customer on the phone!

Better have a good time before you die.

All I ever seem to do is work, work, work.
I need a vacation before I turn into a jerk.
Two weeks a year just ain't enough
Unless I want to start living rough.

I hear they get six weeks in Italy.
It sounds like that's the place to be.
I don't mind working for a living,
But an economy can't be all taking and no giving.

Written June 2019
Recorded June 2019

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

The Escaped Fetal Pigs - "Why Does Captain Kirk Always Get Laid?"

This song was one of the early Weird Al type parody songs that The Pigs started with. In this one, Mark combines two loves of his: the music of Anthrax with the subject of Star Trek. The video begins with a bit of "License To Drive", another one of our songs. In that one, I make reference to Armadillo playing on the stereo. Armadillo was another local band of the time whom we often played shows with. One of the most fun parts of the video was me crowdsurfing, which was a common feature of alternative rock concerts of the time. Thankfully, no one dropped me on the floor. I wouldn't do that today. On the Captain Kirk song, I get to play a bit of harmonica, which was always fun. Also fun was the cameraman's fight (sorry, I don't remember who recorded the concert, but it definitely seems to have been a man) with the dancing women. They kept blocking his view of the band, and he kept trying to work his way around them, until things degenerated into an amusing spat among drunken folks. After "Captain Kirk", the band begins to play one of our biggest "hits", this one a combination of Black Sabbath and Dr. Seuss called "Iron Seuss". Well, that's it for The Pigs for a while, but I am sure that I will find more videos as I slowly go through them and dispose of them. If I find any more fun performances, then I will likely share them here.

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

The Escaped Fetal Pigs - "Mutilate A Baby Doll"

This was a fun one to play. I got to play guitar on it while Mark would tear apart a baby doll. Essentially, this seemed to be a parody of all those violent heavy metal songs. I am not quite sure why the camera focuses on me playing guitar instead of following Mark into the audience, but at least we have the dancer on stage to keep us entertained. I have no idea who she was, but she seemed to be having fun. This was another one of Mark's songs. He remains creative today. He just wrote a novel called 'Twas The Week After Christmas, which I quite enjoyed reading.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

The Escaped Fetal Pigs - "Exxon Beach Party"

Mark enjoyed writing songs about current events. In addition to this one, we also played songs about The Berlin Wall coming down and Rob Lowe's sex scandal. The songs were always humorous but also made some salient political points. I also like that he made it a bit of a surf rock song. If you aren't familiar with what this song is about, then let me explain that it concerns the wreck of an oil tanker that polluted quite a bit of the Alaskan coastline. Greg Palast probably explains it best. On the recording, I think I played harmonica, but on this live version, I just sing along with Mark. At the beginning, you can hear us call for something to drink. It was hot in those little clubs that we played, especially when a lot of people were there, and, based on the video, this was a pretty packed place.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

The Escaped Fetal Pigs - "Ed McMahon"

In the late 1980s and early 1990s, it seemed as if one could not turn on a television screen without seeing Ed McMahon on it. In addition, to being Johnny Carson's second banana on The Tonight Show, he hosted Star Search and other shows and appeared in numerous commercials. I have nothing against someone trying to make a buck, but his ubiquity seemed to be verging on pure greed. He seemed to me like university or company presidents who moonlight on corporate boards for obscene amounts of money, considering the amount of work they do for it.  I certainly don't believe these people put that much effort into their boardwork. Why not hire someone who would actually oversee the company? But, of course, that is probably not what the company's managers want. In any case, back to Ed, who probably wasn't a bad sort but seemed to me to be a poster child for the ills of American capitalism. Supposedly, he later had financial problems, which is mindboggling, but that's right in keeping with his symbolism of why greed stinks. How much was he spending of the money he was bringing in? Better to have brought in less, Ed, and spent less. Also, maybe I wouldn't have found your yesman shtick so annoying.

Moving on to other aspects of the video, The Pigs are playing The Good Tymes Pub, which was for a time our favorite venue in town. All the cool bands played there. It was run by an eccentric older party dude named Dick. Eventually, something happened to Dick--jail? death? I don't remember-- and the new management was not as cool, so we stopped playing there.

In the video, you can see me wearing a Pogues t-shirt which I bought in Ann Arbor, Michigan USA in 1989. I later sold it on eBay, so someone out there may still be wearing it. It was a cool shirt even if the concert wasn't. Shane MacGowan had apparently been drinking all day, so when the band came on, he made it through the first song, which was great. The second was pretty good. The third he didn't make sense at all. Then he held up a Batman 7-11 slurpee, filled with who knows what, shouted "Fuck you Americans and your fucking Batman!" and passed out. They dragged him offstage, and the band played instrumentals and songs that the others sang on. After that, Spider Stacy filled in, a preview of The post-Shane Pogues, on a few songs with help from the audience. After that, no one knew the words to any more of the songs, and the show ended. Pretty disappointing at the time, but in retrospect a quinnessential Pogues performance and one of the few concerts, out of many much better ones I saw/heard in that time period, that is memorable.

Is Mark wearing a New Kids On The Block shirt?  He must have lost a bet . . .

At the end, I throw in a backwards phrase.  You will have to play it backwards to get the special message.

Also, at the end, Mark speaks with our buddy Scott of XHOA, who was doing sound that night.  He often added cool effects to the sound, whether we wanted them or not.  Annoying at the time often, but in retrospect, a pretty cool touch.

Monday, June 3, 2019

New Song!: "Bomb The Bombs!"

It's a bit amazing that we have had nuclear weapons for about 75 years now, and we have pretty much refrained from using them aside from testing since World War II. Much of this is due to sheer luck as there were a number of instances, particularly during The Cold War, in which we came close to heading down the disastrous path of nuclear warfare. Our luck won't last forever; it is time to get rid of these things. The hope that we can finally be free of the threat of nuclear extinction inspired this song. The lyrics are below.  It's the same deal as always.  If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot.  I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version.  If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal.  Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know.  It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot (and then it's likely fine as well--I just want my cut).  Find out first though.  Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

When the wise choose not to lead, then it's left to the fools, and the fools love to play, but their toys are deadly tools.
And so they play their games, and they have so much fun, pulling the pin on a grenade and pulling the trigger on a gun.

Bomb the bombs

So they pile up the bombs, and they say they will never be used, but as they stack them higher, they must be confused.
Because if you listen closely, you can hear the ticking of a clock, and it's getting ever closer to its final tock.
And the bombs will explode, and the genie will be out of the bottle, and it's not going back in, no matter how we try to throttle.
And neither will the flames or the fallout radiation, nuclear winter across the entire nation.

Bomb the bombs before they bomb us all.
Bomb the bombs or the bombs will fall.

And so before this all comes to pass, you and I should get off our respective ass.
And make sure the fools never have the power to bring us all closer to the doomsday hour.

Written April 2019
Recorded April 2019

Monday, May 27, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Y-Town"

For an encore, we did one of our most popular songs, known as "Y-Town", though the true title is "(I'm Going To) Youngstown (To Get Fucked Up)". It was written as a response to the doom and gloomy Bruce Springsteen song about Youngstown. Being from New Castle, Pennsylvania, USA, Youngstown was actually the place we went to to have fun (yep, that's how boring New Castle was, going to Youngstown was a big treat). At the end of the video, you can see Kill The Hippies start their set. Amazingly enough, that band is still going. It probably helps to have at the core a married couple. They've been through probably 20 drummers since Bob in the video, but you can still find them rocking out around Northeast Ohio USA. As for The GoGoBots, alas, these grainy videos are the only place to find us unless you want to invite me to come play some of the songs in your living room or something.

Saturday, May 18, 2019

The GoGoBots - "22 Robots"

This was always a fun song to play. Bob from Kill The Hippies and the rest of the audience help out with vocals here. Rob from Radar Secret Service shows us his nipples and wins some Fat Tuesday flowers. Later on, Matt from Kill The Hippies helps us out with the surprise bonus at the end of the song. It was definitely an all-star affair at the end of the set! I like the little spin I do at the end of the song. It's always nice to be able to break out some dance moves. Usually, I'm too focused on remembering lyrics or getting the guitar lines right. By the end of the set, we are all in the zone and just having fun.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

The GoGoBots - "AM Radio In A PM Office"

I still like this song and play it. It's basically about someone bored working in an office listening to bad radio and dreaming of better times. It might be the only pop song that involves a discussion of the Marxist notion of surplus value, but I'm not certain. I have also been told many times over the years that it sounds like the theme song to the funny tv show The Office, but this song was written long before that show came about. The song was online then, but no royalties have ever arrived. They are welcome to. It does kind of sound like a song that might have been played on AM radio in 1993 or something, except for the lyrical subject matter and the Metallicaesque moshdown in the middle.

Sunday, May 5, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Hip-Hop Song (Jill And Nadine)"

I enjoyed playing Mike's songs because I could just play guitar and not have to worry about singing and playing guitar at the same time. Focusing on guitar allowed me to be a little more intricate on the guitar, which was fun. I don't recall why this song was called "Hip-Hop Song" as it sounds nothing like hip-hop. It probably was a joke. As for Jill and Nadine, they were friends of Mike's who were Kent scenesters. I don't know whatever happened to Nadine, but I stumbled across Jill on Bumble once and she had the funniest profile that I have ever seen. I don't think she was actually trying to get a date, just get a laugh. I am sure that some dudes swiped right nevertheless. I don't recall Mike ever stabbing anyone, so I think he was just telling a fun, fictional story at the beginning. I would also be surprised if we had not played The Gyro for two years. I know that we preferred The Mantis, the DIY space in town, but we still played The Gyro fairly regularly. I like our big ending. We were all living in the same house then, so we had gotten pretty tight, since we could pretty much practice whenever we all were home.

Monday, April 29, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Witness X"

"Witness X" was written during the whole Clinton impeachment mess. I guess it fits now as we may be heading into the whole Trump impeachment mess. It's about witnesses and how we can trust them or not. It's a likeable enough song, and I like certain parts of it a lot. My favorite moment here is using the guitar as a microphone at the end. That was always a fun part of this song. I also like how Greg, the drummer, uses the end as a good opportunity to grab a drink. We always had a lot of fun playing.

Sunday, April 21, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Krispy Kreme"

This song was for the camera operator, our pal Joe, who worked at Krispy Kreme at this time. It was another of Mike's instrumentals and was fun to play. Songwriting must have made Mike hungry because apparently he named a lot of songs about food, given this week's video and last week's "Peanut Buster Parfait". This song kind of sounds like someone who has eaten too many donuts. At the end, our buddy Bob is calling out for the song "Canaries", but if we played that song that night, it's not on the video. In any case, I could go for a donut now myself.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Peanut Buster Parfait"

This is another one of Mike's instrumentals. They were often fun to play. At the beginning of the video, you can see Yellow Number Five with Rob who went on to play in Radar Secret Service and Cory who went on to play in A Party Of Helicopters. I don't know if Steve ever played in any other bands, but he was a cool guy also. I like the feedback I get near the end of the song. I still have that amp and guitar.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Alger Hisses"

I wrote this song after reading an autobiography by Alger Hiss that I picked up at a bargain book store. It was a good read. Hiss was accused of being a Soviet spy during the Cold War hysteria that began in the aftermath of World War II. He claimed to be innocent to the end of his life. This version is way faster than I play this song today. I like it better slower.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Matt Trahan In Tight Jeans"

Mike wrote this one about our buddy Matt Trahan, who played guitar and sang in Kill The Hippies, another Kent band, who amazingly enough still play around today. The lyrics come from some book about the 1960s counterculture on campus. I don't actually know what it has to do with Trahan, but I like the song title. This was always a fun song to play.

Monday, March 25, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Earful"

"Earful" was a fun song to play. I haven't played it in some time, but it may eventually make its way back into my solo set. This version is pretty tight.  We all lived in the same house at the time of this gig, so it made practice very easy.  The Rob I refer to is Rob Service, our buddy from Radar Secret Service. The alternative music scene in Kent/Akron in the late 1990s was pretty cool. Bands such as Kill The Hippies, Ligod, Harriet The Spy, The Party Of Helicopters, and many others were pretty active. None of those bands would make it big, but The Black Keys would succeed in making a more palatable to the masses version of that type of rock a few years later.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

The GoGoBots - "The Trinitronic"

This song was one Mike wrote about his beloved television/VCR combo (yes, it was the 1990s) from Sony. We funked it up, and it was fun to play. It looks like our buddy Joe, who was a punk rocker who worked at Krispy Kreme in Akron, recorded this set. At the beginning, you can see us giving away flowers for people to wear in their hair. I don't remember why we had flowers, but you could feel the love in the room, man. I was working two jobs then that I cobbled together into a fulltime gig, and I bet this gig was during the workweek, probably a Tuesday, so I was going to be real tired the next day.

Monday, March 11, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Fortune Cookie Nookie" Live At The Europe Gyro 1999

This song was inspired by finding something on my walk home one day.  At the time, I lived in an apartment complex behind a strip mall, so I would walk down an alley behind the strip mall on my way home.  One day, someone had thrown a videocassette box of a porno on the ground.  I think there was a video store in the strip mall.  It was a paper box, so I picked it up and took it home and put it in the recycling if I remember correctly.  Its name stuck with me though and resulted in the title of this song, the lyrics of which I composed by saving my fortunes from various fortune cookies for a few weeks.  Some of the lyrics even include the lucky numbers from the back of the fortunes.  There wasn't much to the song obviously given its origins, but the riffs were fun to play. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

The GoGoBots - "Penny Dreadful" & "Distilled Crimson" Live At The Europe Gyro


20 years ago on Fat Tuesday, The GoGoBots played The Europe Gyro. It was videotaped, so I will be sharing those clips over the next few months. This was the beginning of the show. It contains the songs "Penny Dreadful" and "Distilled Crimson". We were a power trio at this point in the band, which I think was the best lineup of the band. Greg played drums, Mike played bass, and I played guitar. We all sang on various songs. We did a number of instrumentals. "Distilled Crimson" was one of them.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

New Song!: "Sourheart"

For this song, I wanted to imagine Tim-era Replacements trying to get a 1983 Top 40 hit like "Jeopardy" by Greg Kihn or "Der Kommissar" by After The Fire.  The lyrics are below.  It's the same deal as always.  If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot.  I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version.  If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal.  Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know.  It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot (and then it's likely fine as well--I just want my cut).  Find out first though.  Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

I suppose there will never be another sweetheart.
That's OK because none of them were that sweet, and some of them didn't seem to have a heart.
In any case, all they've left behind in me is this sour heart.
So now when I go looking, I go looking for another sour heart.

Sourheart

I've been disappointed so many times before, I don't even know why I still try.
It always begins with laughter, but it always ends with a cry.
Yet here I go again looking for another brand new start.
And all I have to offer is this sour heart.

Turning sweetness into sourness isn't exactly a fine art.
All it takes is a fool looking for love and a parade of once-smiling tarts.
Then after each one you pick up the pieces and patch together an even sourer heart
Put the "For Sale" sign up and see if anyone wants a part of this

Sourheart

Written February 2019
Recorded February 2019

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Poem?: "The Invention Of Lent"

"Hey, boss!  The food stores from last year are running low, and it's so early in the spring that nothing's ready to eat yet, plus our hunters are too weak from hunger to catch anything."

"Shit!  Those people eat way too much!  They're going to riot when they find out the food's running out, and then when they figure out that we saved the best stuff for ourselves and still have some, they are going to kill us and take it."

"What should we do?"

"Leave me alone.  Go tell those lazy hunters that they have to fish or God will be mad or something.  See what you can catch.  That should buy us some time for me to think of something."

"If only people would just skip a meal or two occasionally, eh, boss?"

"Hmm . . ."

19 June 2016

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Poem: "In The Land Of The White Van Men"

In the land of the white van men
the servant quarters of a rich town
where railcars rattle back doors
drowning out the interstate
engines start at any time
items are strapped on roofs
and loaded in opened van doors

hot water tanks
draft inducers
pipes
tools
drywall sheets
boards
multimeters
paint
cleaning supplies
gutters
ladders
car parts
cables
shingles
animal traps
cement blocks
lawnmowers
chemicals
cigarettes
paperwork
conspiracy theories
losing lottery tickets
remnants of past lunches
bruised hearts
faded dreams
broken homes

Hope gets dropped
during the load-in
left behind
run over in the driveway

For the only thing
that a white van man
cannot fix
is his life

11 January 2016

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Poem: "Voicemail Purgatory"

When I finally quit that job
I remembered the day when I was stuck in traffic
I phoned work to let them know that I was late
Not that anyone there much cared
They were all late too usually
No one was there
So I pressed the buttons randomly while driving and hoped for the best
Since the company's voicemail system was a mess
If not calling anyone directly
Then it was nearly random
Not so much voicemail hell as voicemail purgatory
But still close to impossible to navigate
Especially while driving
That's how I got the dead man's voicemail
It was still up
It was strange to hear his voice again
He died of cancer
I met him only once or twice before that
He was an asshole
Who had cancer of the asshole
But since he had cancer
I let the first asshole part slide
Why he showed up to work once or twice
Just to sit in his office for an hour or two
I never could figure
He looked like a zombie wearing a Cleveland Indians hat
Maybe he wanted the money rolling in still
Or just wanted to check on his commissions
Which kept on coming in while he was out sick
I was always impressed that he could make a grand a week while not showing up for work
Then again, maybe he had to show up just to keep his health insurance
The company was cheap
When I gave my two weeks' notice
They yanked my remaining vacation days
So the rich kid who ran the company he inherited from dad got to eat three vacation days of mine
Which were hard-earned
Each one the product a month of no absenteeism
Poof!  They vanished, so I had to work every day of the last two weeks or not get paid
I chose not getting paid and quit right then
I should have just used my days before and then just quit on them without notice
That should be my final lesson to be taught never to do the right thing
Since the right things are usually written by the rich and for their benefit
Not yours or mine
Unless you're rich
In which case
Stop reading this poem and fuck off
Unless you are going to give me some money
But back to the dead man
I didn't leave a voicemail
Since he would never hear it anyway
But if I did
I would have told him
That I was glad that I planned on leaving the company
Before I was a dead man myself
It made me sad
To think of how he lived
No vacation really, just the same one day off earned a month same as me
The same shit everyday
And not good shit
Supposedly, he was a cool guy
But every story they told me about him
Made him sound like an asshole
So the assholism probably can't be blamed on cancer
And I use asshole in the whole
No Asshole Rule business philosophy way
No offense to anyone's asshole including mine
Which are all very hard-working and beloved
I am sure
Personally I prefer the term "Shitbrain"
If you're going to insult someone
And speaking of that, the asshole left behind
A lot of shit in his office
His family came in and cleared out most of it
It seemed like junk
He worked there for decades and that was all his working life added up to?
Some unanswered voicemails and office detritus
My coworkers divvied up and threw out what the family didn't take
I changed my voicemail before I left
Telling people that I would never receive their messages since I had quit
I don't know if anyone leaves messages for me
I don't care, since, frankly, most of the clientele
Were jerks--apologies for the nastiness
But this is poetry so there's not time for bullshit
Especially corporate bullshit about how much the client is loved
Just time for the truth
I find it interesting that people still left messages for the dead man
Sometimes his coworkers forgot to check his messages for days on end.
The callers might wonder why he doesn't call back
But I know why
He's fucking dead, and
The things we leave behind
Can at times be still ahead of others.

7 April 2016

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Song: "One By One"


Back to basics for this demo.  After years of having fun with weird instruments, improvised percussion, and multiple tracks (check it out here), I wanted to go back to simpler demos.  This is the first one.  I should definitely get a pop filter, but, hey, it's a demo.  This song is about ghosting.  Really, this stuff is much more fun and cheaper than therapy.  The lyrics are below.  It's the same deal as always.  If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot.  I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version.  If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal.  Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know.  It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot (and then it's likely fine as well--I just want my cut).  Find out first though.  Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

One by one, they will pass from your life.
Some will say goodbye. Most will not.
Some you will watch go. Others will disappear overnight.
And it will be a mystery as to why.

One by one by one by one by one by one by one by one,
until there is one.

From time to time, you might think of one, and you might even smile.
But if you ever saw them again, you wouldn't call them friend.
You might even pretend that you had never seen one another before.
Give them what they deserve and nothing more.

People change, and you change also.
What would you say anyway?
Perhaps just one thing more: "Get out!"
And that's my foot on your ass, don't let it hit the door.

Written January 2019
Recorded January 2019

Friday, January 25, 2019

New Wred Fright Album?

I had a lot of fun making noisy demos over the past decade, but I think I'm starting to lean more towards going back to the basic guitar and vocals for demos. For fun, I collected all the noisy ones and made a sort of album of them on Soundcloud. It is interesting to listen to them all together!  For some reason, the embedded code will occasionally try to play the tracks in reverse order, so you may need to click through to Soundcloud to start from Track 1 if you want to experience the "album" as intended, but you can listen to it in whatever direction you want to!

Monday, January 21, 2019

New Song!: "No Place To Do It"

This one is a teenage tale of woe about sexual frustration. It drives the singer of the song so mad that he eventually turns to arson.  Tsk, tsk.  The weird instrument this time is a toy guitar. This one is extra noisy to finish out the demos where I liked stacking tracks. Why not? I think I'm moving back to simpler demos with just guitar and vocals, but I certainly had fun with these noisy demos. You can check out the MP3 here. Really, this stuff is much more fun and cheaper than therapy. The lyrics are below. It's the same deal as always. If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot. I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version. If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal. Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know. It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot (and then it's likely fine as well--I just want my cut). Find out first though. Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

I was fucking in the bushes, and I got poison ivy.
No place, no place to do it.
Even the cheapest motel room still costs too much money.
There's always a cop knocking on the car window.
She doesn't want to do it at her place because she thinks her kid might hear us.

I got no place, no place to do it.
And soon, I will have nobody to do it with.

I can't bring her home because Mom & Dad hate her.
The librarian already caught us in the library.
She thinks public restrooms are just too dirty.
At a friend's place, there's always a camera around.

I suggested the graveyard, but she said it's too dead there.
Then she said "I have a solution. It's called a new boyfriend."
"You see I met this guy who's got his own apartment."
At least he did until I burned that building down.

They got no place, no place to do it.
And soon they'll have nobody to do it with.
I got no place, no place to do it.
But that's OK, I got nobody to do it with.

Written November 2018
Recorded November 2018

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Razorcake Review Redux

I finally saw the print version of Mike Fournier's review in Razorcake of Frequently Asked Questions About Being Dead and greatly enjoyed the headline excerpt from the review:  "Any work that contains talking stacks of pancakes and penises is absurd, almost by default--but the absurdity works on multiple levels."  Hilarious!  Thanks again to Mike and Razorcake!