The (Easter) Sunday Song Poem #8 ‘The Man Called Jesus’ By Unknown Artist

Jesus

The Sunday Song Poem has been absent for a little while, but I’m back.

“14 Later, he appeared to them as they were eating; he rebuked them for their lack of faith and their stubborn refusal to believe those who had seen him after he had risen.

15 He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the Song Poems to all creation. 16 Whoever believes will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned.”

The Sunday Song Poem #8 ‘Midwifery’ (1975) Norris the Troubadour

birth“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!” …that’s what I’d be saying to you if you were here in England, and you had perpetuated your race by having heretofore squeezed a 6lb genetic portmanteau of yourself and whomever’s propagatory fluids had found their way up into your guts 9 month previously. It’s a miracle, a four-times-a-second miracle. But somewhere around the end of the Middle Ages, something went terribly wrong, as humans suddenly lost the ability to spawn as efficiently as they had since the inception of their species.

TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER: QUESTIONS IN A WORLD OF BLUE/ANSWERS IN A ROOM OF RED – TWIN PEAKS REVISITED (A ‘Your Fucked Up Childhood’ Special)

twin-peaks-25-years-later

“Oh God. I was just a boy.

I saw him in my dream.

He said he wanted to play.

He opened me and I invited him and he came inside me.”
~ Leland Palmer

The Sunday Song Poem #7 ‘Gretchen’s New Dish (original)’ Dick Kent

Dick+Kent+43Thus far we’ve taken an admittedly flippant dip into the wellspring of bilge, and while this offering will likely seem no different, no less askew, with no less of an ‘otherness’ about it, it occupies a special place in my heart. I like all the Song Poems I’ve posted so far, but something happened to me when I first heard this one…I loved it.

Live from Squaresville: A SXSW Odyssey in Multiple Parts (Phase 6)

Coachwhips

Coachwhips

And our story, our adventure, our foray into the liver damaging, hipter sighting, ear piercing melee that is Austin during SXSW comes to its inevitable close.  This city is going to smell like a dumpster that hobos urinate in for the next 48 hours, but eventually it subsides.  The tents and stages come down.  Beer is no longer free (but on the plus side, non-free beer is no longer marked up 50%).  The vultures are circling.  The circus left town.  And in a year, we’ll all do this again.

Live from Squaresville: A SXSW Odyssey in Multiple Parts (Phase 5)

Gruff Rhys

Gruff Rhys

Okay.  It’s time to be honest with myself.  I am not as young or able bodied as i’d like to continue thinking I am.  These things happen.  I’m just so very, very tired.  SXSW has the upper hand now.  Whatever you do, don’t look at what’s in the box!

Live from Squaresville: A SXSW Odyssey in Multiple Parts (Phase 4)

Melissa Etheridge rocking Tom Petty with The Midgetmen and Diarrhea Planet

Melissa Etheridge rocking Tom Petty with The Midgetmen and Diarrhea Planet

Last night, a piece of human garbage named Rashad Charjuan Owens got drunk, drove his car, fled from police, and plowed through a blocked off street killing two people and injuring another 23.  In light of that, it doesn’t really feel right to go into any detail about all the fun happenings around Austin today.  A cloud and a general somberness kind of hung over most of the day’s events, but everyone also just seemed a little friendlier today.  There’s a collective numbness that usually occurs after a tragedy, but there can also be a collective oneness as well.  Even in the darkness you can feel the love.  Thoughts, prayers, and love to everybody.

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