Saturday, December 23, 2006

Once More I Came Upon My Treasure




( ( Into the Fire ) )


It's friday nite and here I am at the friendly neighborhood Winter Solstice party. Here at the ass-end of this inexplicably glorious year, this year of bleeding profusely. Behind me shitloads of sweat and pain, the bottom dropping out of the life I had so meticulously constructed.

So here I am blowing into the embers of a budding fire fashioned by eager yet tenuous loving hands. Before my eyes now the fire is blazing, and I am given to leave behind this year of blood and toil, as the Persian's brother beckons, "into the fire, all of my sickness, all of my weakness, into the fire". The hand drum begins to beat out a rhythm, that of something new and wonderful.

And there he is, the one who marked the auspicious moment, barely one month hence. The drunk Persian salesman, the angelic fool who prophesied this new beginning before my very eyes. What could I do but thank him profusely and marvel at the rightness of this moment? Then, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Once more I came upon my treasure, and we drank chilled vodka with freshly spilled pomegranate seeds, an offering made together on this longest night of the year. Then we danced, intoxicated with joy and desire, all the more ecstatic in its falling upon us as true gift.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Way Down South (500X Gallery Performance)












"Way Down South"
performance still
12.16.06


Way Down South
performance video
12.16.06
500X Gallery, Dallas


Way Down South
sound recording
2014


Way Down South lyrics:

A way down yonder in the land of crackers,
Stars baby, computer hackers,
Look away, look away, look away, way down south.

Where the river mud is dirt brown,
Piss is yellow, you're a handsome fella,
Look away, look away, look away, way down south.

Stole my first car at the age o' thirteen,
Back seat drivin', got inside her jeans,
Look away, look away, look away, way down south.

Sweet honey in tha' rock, mary jane upon the stalk,
Watch for snakes where you walk,
Look away, look away, look away, way down south.

Got back from church early in the morn,
Kicked out my t.v. watchin' porn,
Look away, look away, look away, way down south.

Donde esta...ahhh muy bien,
Shake those hips, iniquity and sin,
Look away, look away, look away, way down south.

Maya, Priscilla, Rosa and Dolly,
Mahalia, Aretha, Flannery, Molly,
Hallelu, halleluj, hallelu,
Look away, look away, look away, way down south.

Saturday, December 9, 2006

Miami Journal (Do You Go Down?)



(Day 1: Monday 12/4) Headed onto the elevator at Miami International Airport with two aging mamacitas. One quizzes me about the direction of the elevator, "Do you go down?", she said. Brief pause, then I replied..."yes, I do".

A short while later I found myself outside the Aqua Hotel on South Beach, bloodied toe sticking out from my sandal (side note: "thus concludes the year of bleeding profusely") and ready for adventure...