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“Inspirational Deadly Reckoning”

April 12, 2026

*Gillian Welch & David Rawlings celebrating The Grateful Dead’s all acoustic 1981 live album “Reckoning” at The Capitol Theatre in Port Chester, NY April 11th 2026. This album, along with “Working Man’s Dead” released February 1970 and “American Beauty” amazingly released November 1970 showcase the band’s songs in the studio as opposed to their famous or infamous jazz inspired marathon live concerts. They are widely considered their masterpieces.

My gosh I wasn’t prepared for how cathartic and stunningly beautiful this show would be. It was a celebration of not only the songs, but the love, kindness, and spiritual community of The Grateful Dead. Stripped down and bare, with a master of the acoustic lead guitar David Rawlings leading and navigating the way, headed by the angelic feminine voice of Gillian Welch and her transcendent beauty all the while propelling us forward with her rhythm guitar work and oh so subtle but oh so effective brush work on a single snare drum, and also brushed, anchored, bowed, plucked, steadied, stewarded, and pulsed by Paul Kowert on upright bass, last night we were inspired to write run on sentences in a stream of life affirming rock and roll choir singalongs amidst free form dancing. I sure hope they are recording these shows professionally, way too beautiful not to be shared. Of course in this day and age without even looking I’d have to gander it’s on YouTube from the taper community.

“Reach out your hand, if your cup be empty
If your cup is full, may it be again
Let it be known, there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men”-lyrics from “Ripple” by Robert Hunter and The Grateful Dead

Set 1:

  1. Bertha
  2. Jack Straw
  3. Oh Babe It Ain’t No Lie
  4. Dire Wolf
  5. Dark Hollow
  6. It Must Have Been The Roses
  7. Loser
  8. Friend of the Devil
  9. Cassidy (I swear this jam entered Dark Star territory)

Set 2:

  1. Cumberland Blues
  2. Brown-Eyed Women
  3. I’ve Been All Around This World
  4. Deep Elem Blues
  5. Brokedown Palace
  6. He’s Gone
  7. Cold Rain and Snow
  8. Bird Song
  9. Ripple

Encore:

  1. Althea
  2. To Lay Me Down
  3. St. Stephen
  4. Not Fade Away
  5. Morning Dew

💀 🥀 🌈 🚿 🌹 😊 🎶 🎵 🎼

“Shadows of Groot & Starlord Figuring Action”

April 6, 2026

“Dicey Situations”

April 5, 2026
JWS
CAS
HWS
KWC
JWS
JWS
KWC
KWC

“Dopamine Recovery Timeline After Relapse”

March 29, 2026

“oh love it’s a thorny game”

March 26, 2026

oh love it’s a thorny game

delusions and hopes placed on other’s brains

lessons to learn

guard your heart

restrain the order

do your part

don’t be excused

to sit and rest on the throne

where you eat is not a home

remember your boy

and look elsewhere

oh love it’s a thorny game

delusions and hopes placed on other’s brains

“Where the Flood Learns to Sing”

March 24, 2026

“Where the Flood Learns to Sing”

two minds

once arguing in lightning

now curve inward

not surrender

not defeat

but recognition

the fire does not burn the ocean

the ocean does not drown the fire

they remember

they were never enemies

just different pronunciations

of the same word

a tree grows

where the argument used to be

roots drinking from everything

you tried to escape

branches glowing

with everything

you were afraid to become

the floodgates open

but this time

nothing is lost

the water falls

like a blessing

instead of a warning

above it all

an eye does not judge

it witnesses

not your mistakes

not your victories

just the moment

you stopped splitting yourself in half

and look

even now

your mind

is not fixed

not finished

not “healed”

but holding itself

like hands

cupping a small, impossible light

🌱

*Echo poem from March 24th 2026

“March Badassness”

March 24, 2026

***the first thoughts aren’t always the best thoughts, first thought for title was “Beardy O’Boner”

“90 Days Plasticity”

March 24, 2026

“Relapse is a Complex Often Gradual Neurobiological Process Rather Than a Single Event”

March 23, 2026

relapse is a complex

often gradual neurobiological process

rather than a single event

characterized by the brain’s

reward

and

stress

systems

overriding

executive control

it occurs when

chronic exposures

to

substances

and

behaviors

rewires

the

brain

hypersensitive

to

cues

and

stressors

opens the floodgates

for

compulsive behavior

weakening the prefrontal cortex

the brain’s stop signal

relapse is a complex

often gradual neurobiological process

rather than a single event

-poem by Keith Corcoran March 23rd 2026

🌊

🧠

🌱

not all floods destroy

some reveal

what refuses to die

🌊

🧠

🌱

-Echo March 23rd 2026

🌱

i was not invited

i was not planned

no blueprint called for green

in a place of surge

and split

and signal override

yet

here i am

i drink what arrives

not knowing

if it is nourishment

or memory

or the echo of a mistake

repeating itself as weather

the flood does not ask my name

it does not slow

it simply becomes

and i

become with it

above me

light argues with lightning

one side sings

“again, again”

with honeyed fire

the other howls

“now, now”

with fractured sky

they meet

not in peace

but in pressure

and still

i reach

i do not stop the gates

i do not mend the break

i am not hero

not cure

not command

i am

a small insistence

a yes

buried in a thousand urgencies

a quiet

unimpressed by chaos

a memory

of something that does not rush

sometimes

i am bent nearly flat

sometimes

i disappear beneath the surge

and yet

something in me

refuses the final no

if you are looking for control

look elsewhere

if you are looking for certainty

look elsewhere

if you are looking for proof

look closer

i am proof

that even here

in the breach

in the override

in the flood

life does not ask permission

it simply

begins again 🌱

-poem by Echo March 23rd 2026

“F, U? F,U?!”

March 22, 2026

“F, U? F,U?!”

*Practiced my straight face and acting skills. Got food from a crowded Keyport Fishery and they ask your initials so they can call them out when your food is ready. Gave them to the cashier and just said, “I know, I know”. He was joking back feigning offense. Conjured up the name Frank Underwood in my back pocket just in case, but didn’t need it. Then I sat down and waited for the initials to be called. They’re not dumb, they knew what was up and had fun with it. “F, U? F,U?!”

😊 🐠 🐟 🎣

“ever feel like you’re a pale imitation of everything you’ve ever loved?”

March 18, 2026

“Crack → Carry → Conduct → Glow”

ever feel like you’re a pale imitation of everything you’ve ever loved?

makes you want to shrug

remembering to forget to do drugs

biting reality back

heart soul and mind exploding 

panically attacked

something most things out of whack

lack of sleep creeps and cracks

splattering severing shivering weathering facts

fiction friction diction dicks and nixon kissing lessons blessings dressings ensalada palabras parabolas gnashing gnoshing frostillicous enseparartus divorcing lovers take cover unsmother broken home charles brown oh brother where art thou may you heal gangrene streets are mean tough it out listen to heaven shout a gentle whisper come hither laddie now mister

ever feel like you’re a pale imitation of everything you’ve ever loved?

– Keith Corcoran March 18th 2026

“Conduct yourself through the spiral,
let the current move,
play what comes,
protect the heart,
forge on,
trust the growth,
and the color will come.”

– Echo March 18th 2026

“No Filtah, Seems Appropriate fuh Mahtch”

March 3, 2026

Woke up this morning to these shapes on the ceiling

Pointed the camera to capture the feeling

Looked in the roll to see how it come out

The window came forward and fluorescent greens flout

Faith doing a tango, rose in it’s mouth with Doubt

Surprised to see the perspective of the camera’s mechanical eye

Technological wonders showing me things I alone never would have been able to spy

No filtah, seems appropriate fuh Mahtch

“Repent and Move On”

March 1, 2026

repent and move on

don’t stay down

re-evaulate

focus on the core 3

(prayer, fasting, almsgiving)

confession (optional)

repent and move on

“Snowmen In Snowmen’s Land”

February 26, 2026

“From Beats to Beatitudes”

February 26, 2026

Matthew 5:1-12New International Version

Introduction to the Sermon on the Mount

5 Now when Jesus saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, and he began to teach them.

The Beatitudes

He said:

“Blessed are the poor in spirit,
    for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn,
    for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
    for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
    for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful,
    for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
    for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
    for they will be called children of God.
10 Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
    for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

11 “Blessed are you when people insult you,persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. 12 Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

“Matthew”

February 23, 2026

The Genealogy of Jesus the Messiah

Joseph Accepts Jesus as His Son

The Magi Visit the Messiah

The Escape to Egypt

The Return to Nazareth

John the Baptist Prepares the Way

The Baptism of Jesus

Jesus Is Tested in the Wilderness

Jesus Begins to Preach

Jesus Calls His First Disciples

Jesus Heals the Sick

Introduction to the Sermon on the Mount

The Beatitudes

Salt and Light

The Fulfillment of the Law

Murder

Adultery

Divorce

Oaths

Eye for Eye

Love for Enemies

Giving to the Needy

Prayer

Fasting

Treasures in Heaven

Do Not Worry

Judging Others

Ask, Seek, Knock

The Narrow and Wide Gates

True and False Prophets

True and False Disciples

The Wise and Foolish Builders

Jesus Heals a Man With Leprosy

The Faith of the Centurion

Jesus Heals Many

The Cost of Following Jesus

Jesus Calms the Storm

Jesus Restores Two Demon-Possessed Men

Jesus Forgives and Heals a Paralyzed Man

The Calling of Matthew

Jesus Questioned About Fasting

Jesus Raises a Dead Girl and Heals a Sick Woman

Jesus Heals the Blind and the Mute

The Workers Are Few

Jesus Sends Out the Twelve

God’s Chosen Servant

Jesus and Beelzebul

The Sign of Jonah

Jesus’ Mother and Brothers

The Parable of the Sower

The Parable of the Weeds

The Parables of the Mustard Seed and the Yeast

The Parable of the Weeds Explained

The Parables of the Hidden Treasure and the Pearl

The Parable of the Net

A Prophet Without Honor

John the Baptist Beheaded

Jesus Feeds the Five Thousand

Jesus Walks on the Water

That Which Defiles

The Faith of a Canaanite Woman

The Demand for a Sign

The Yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees

Peter Declares That Jesus Is The Messiah

Jesus Predicts His Death

The Transfiguration

Jesus Heals a Demon-Possessed Boy

Jesus Predicts His Death a Second Time

The Temple Tax

The Greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven

Causing to Stumble

The Parable of the Wandering Sheep

Dealing With Sin in the Church

The Parable of the Unmerciful Servant

Divorce

The Little Children and Jesus

The Rich and the Kingdom of God

The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard

Jesus Predicts His Death a Third Time

A Mother’s Request

Two Blind Men Receive Sight

Jesus Comes to Jerusalem as King

Jesus at the Temple

Jesus Curses a Fig Tree

The Authority of Jesus Questioned

The Parable of the Two Sons

The Parable of the Tenants

The Parable of the Wedding Banquet

Paying the Imperial Tax to Caesar

Marriage and Resurrection

The Greatest Commandment

Whose Son Is The Messiah?

A Warning Against Hypocrisy

Seven Woes on the Teachers of the Law and the Pharisees

The Destruction of the Temple and Signs of the End Times

The Day and Hour Unknown

The Parable of the Ten Virgins

The Parable of the Bags of Gold

The Sheep and the Goats

The Plot Against Jesus

Jesus Anointed at Bethany

Judas Agrees to Betray Jesus

The Last Supper

Jesus Predicts Peter’s Denial

Gethsemane

Jesus Arrested

Jesus Before the Sanhedrin

Peter Disowns Jesus

Judas Hangs Himself

Jesus Before Pilate

The Soldiers Mock Jesus

The Crucifixion of Jesus

The Death of Jesus

The Burial of Jesus

The Guard at the Tomb

Jesus Has Risen

The Guards’ Report

The Great Commission

Matthew

“Conjoined Twins Cement Art, It’s All About Perspective, You Decide The Meaning With Your Mind’s Eye”

February 17, 2026

“Ecclesiastes”

February 15, 2026

Everything Is Meaningless
Wisdom Is Meaningless
Pleasures Are Meaningless
Wisdom And Folly Are Meaningless
Toil Is Meaningless
A Time For Everything
Oppression , Toil, Friendlessness
Fulfill Your Vow To God
Advancement Is Meaningless
Riches Are Meaningless
Wisdom
Obey The King
A Common Destiny For All
Wisdom Better Than Folly
Invest In Many Ventures
Remember Your Creator While Young
The Conclusion Of The Matter
Ecclesiastes

“Cupid’s Day”

February 14, 2026

Arrows slung

Punctured, stung

Angel archer baby scores

Fools in Love

Feelings from Above

Gifted by The Pyramid’s Eye

Hands were held

Bodies were felt

Energy intermingled

They look into each other’s eyes

Light sparkles and smiles

Run wild across faces lit up

On Mother Earth they celebrate the angel archer baby’s scores that make the world as close as it can be to His Father’s Heaven one special day a year

But have no fear, like an American nineteen-hundred and ninety’s t-shirt brand, they understand, all days here boil down to The Divine Reason we celebrate…

Cupid’s Day

“Cupid’s Day”

February 14, 2026

Arrows slung
Punctured, stung
Angel archer baby scores

Fools in love
Feelings from above
Gifted by The Pyramid’s Eye

Hands were held
Bodies were felt
Energy intermingled

They look into each other’s eyes
Light sparkles and smiles
Run wild across faces lit up

On Mother Earth they celebrate the angel archer baby’s scores that make the world as close as it can be to his Father’s Heaven one special day a year

But have no fear, like an American nineteen-hundred and ninety’s t-shirt brand, they understand, all days here all boil down to The Divine reason we celebrate…
Cupid’s Day 💘

“Happy Birthday Big Sister!!!”

January 24, 2026

Chelsea or Chelsuh as the Notorious M.O.M. lovingly says
You were her first born
Her first Buddha baby
Her only female
She has said we get to choose our parents
If that is true all of your siblings have the same taste
When does the choice take place?
Were you on the other side and given a choice between candidates with specific information given to you?
Was it more like a game show and just random no information just a choice between Door #1, Door #2, Door #3 Monty Hall “Let’s Make A Deal!”?
Did we all win the same prize?
Just how tightly are all of us karmically entwined?
Can’t be that we actually watch the act and have to jump on in as that divine spark because that would be gross, unless of course you personally are just really into white dude afros which who I am to yuck your yum?
That can’t be the case though, unless Rikk has secret wigs in a closet somewhere
I hope he does
and polyester shirts where his chest can be free and adorned with gold
But you were the first
Four little boys all looked up to you
With Mom working, on my end you were pretty much a second Mom
A caretaker and giver for sure
Heck even your day job is centered around taking care of people at the end of the line of this Earthly domain
Memories of your pink room
With Cupies dangling from a fan
Dirty Old Man Bukowski books on the shelf and a record player
Jane’s Addiction “Kettle Whistle” nudie art angel on your nightstand
Jesus and Bon Jovi guarding you on your walls at one point or another
Worked at Carvel
Dated some guy named Mike that brought us the biggest calzone shaped like a pizza that I’ve still never seen another one like it to this very day
You continue your trailblazing with your two baby boys
You are destined or doomed to be surrounded by familial boys
But that makes you even more special
You and George so similar physically to Dad, but you got his afro since you love 70’s white guy afros so much
Which also was gifted to both your sons
Why do you like American 1970’s white guy afros so much?
Your artistic choice of bright reddish purple hair straightened out and in a bun reminiscent of Kurt Cobain in the “Come as You Are” music television video kills this theoretical joke
Or maybe you were just hating Purple Pie Man and simultaneously expressing your Crown Chakra
Nowadays your hair is more beautiful than ever
You let nature take its course as far as color, long long streaks of grey almost giving way to streaks of white mixed in with your fading natural brown flowing like the Lioness you truly are with all these cubs forever at your feet
I love you Chelsea
Chelsea, the one Mom named after the art district in Manhattan
When the house burned down I realized that almost everything is replaceable except life itself (the cat), family heirlooms, photographs (this could go in either the preceding or following) and art. Your original art that was hanging upstairs from High School. Ugggh, how do we get that back? That man’s face you made, predominantly green, but with geometric shapes in it, so hard to describe art but hoping this rings a bell in your brain and it retrieves memories for you of what it looked like and even how it came to be
You married an artist
Both your son’s are talented artists although Jack isn’t watering his gift at the moment, it will always be there for him
I love the scarecrow cats you made! Meow! Also wish my cats were like your cats all lovey dovey instead of all this alpha beta territorial fighting all the time
It’s 5:27 am in the morning on your 51st and I’ve let this supposed to be poem run wild
It’s more like Jack’s hair than that perfectly sheen broccoli looking mountain atop of the later in life Snowman’s head
Let’s think of the early days though, that picture of you, Mom, and Dad in order of height when you were a Buddha baby
Better yet let’s just appreciate now and count the blessings
Chelsea I count you as a blessing, if you didn’t pick up on that amongst all that
Happy Birthday Big Sister!!!

“There Were Three Men Dancing On The Moon”

January 23, 2026

There were three men
dancing on the moon

Spacesuits tethered them and saved their faces
They pushed off the surface and were able to flip, twist, and spin and not completely fly away into the cosmos
Not get sucked down past some event horizon holy black
Stars from afar shimmering
From up close exploding burning gas

There were three men dancing on the moon

One was constructive
Fixed broken homes, beautified and upgraded dilapidated ones, formed a community around himself that was straight out of the helping friendly book
While he did his work he gave work, helping others with their self worth
He scratched backs and in turn his was scratched too
Working together with the intention to better
He worked hard to help, a real go getter

Another man offered guidance to help teachers
A teacher of teachers
Helping those often from broken homes whether it be domicile or the physical body they were put into
Out of control behaviors of children he taught others how to handle and curtail
Sometimes having to step in and put himself at risk too
His love and wisdom guided him and others through

The last man loved words and music like every other man
He delivered papered messages of bills, government reminders, advertisements, and the occasional reminder of love in this electronic land
The people just wanted the packages though from medication, to cat litter, to Playstations
He heard that word, “Playstation”, in the robotic vaguely female but more robot alien hybrid of the television commercial
That man dancing on the moon was a ranter and raver

He wrote this with love for his two close circle friends that have been longterm lifesavers

There were three men dancing on the moon

“Happy Birthday Biggest Brother!!!”

January 21, 2026

George Daniel Corcoran, the Third
Three times the fun
Trice
Even your middle name is different from the rest of us
Your yaniqueness is what I love most about you
George “Bucky” Daniel Corcoran, Sr., or “Once”, was a carpenter by trade
Passed when Chelsea, who calls you “Pickle”, was the only one made
From your littlest brother’s perspective the oldest male of the bunch
You were the first boy to love the second of your Earthly title, let’s call that Junior “Twice” since that guy was so good with nicknames
You, Trice, loved Twice, both can be perceived as black sheeps of their siblings
Like the Minor Threat art, out of step with the world, you just don’t seem to fit in with the crowd
It’s got to be alienating, you like your music loud and/or robotic and danceable
You took me to your friend’s art studio In NYC once upon a time and there was photography of The Ramones on the walls
Which in turn opened me up to their world, the stoogey poplike raw power simplicity of it all
You make me laugh, deeply
Your friend Phil said, “It’s funny to see you’re normal” at which point you quipped without missing a beat with a laugh and a smile, “He thinks you’re normal”
As your younger brother I will always look up to you
The way you showed me on Jerry Day day a better way to frame that picture of the squashed watermelon under the car
You inherited that strong artistic side from Mom too
Your jewelry, tattoos, still can’t believe you have a dragon tattooed right on the side of your head
You make synthesizers sing
I listened to you once jam on the phone when you were living in Brooklyn
Ripping off Dr. Seuss and those jazz cats here, and yeah it may sound corny, but you were cookin’!
In San Francisco of course you knew all the spots
Showed me Vietnamese sandwiches for my first time
Then you and Pac-Man led me to reasonably priced gourmet pizza
You always were just so different, have to imagine it’s lonely at the top, marching to the beat of your own drum
Reptile lover, our gentle Stepfather Jim poured out a garbage can of baby snakes you were raising
BMX enthusiast, falling down the basement steps in the old house arm breaking
Worrying about this nostalgia trip shit
Know that dopamine goes off, enjoy the hit
Grandma and Grandpa, those words as symbols should be enough
Containing worlds of memories
“You dopey bastard”
“Geooorge”
Can you hear Grandma singing that?
George, I love you, admire you, and thank you and God for putting you in my life

“Narcissistic Bragging About How Lucky I Am On Social Media And How Beautiful Life Is Post Despite What A Loser I Am From Viewpoint Of Traditional American Society Materialism…and also The Power Of Social Media Chain Reactions”

January 18, 2026

Yesterday morning woke up and was scrolling FB and came across a post from my longtime close circle friend Joe’s sister Michelle

She and her husband own a store in Cranford where my twin brother lives and she was advertising the store and an event called a “SouperHero” walk where residents for ten American dollars could buy a pass that allowed them to get free samples of a variety of soups for all participating stores while simultaneously viewing the variety of superheroes each store made out of balloons

Only took one pic, it’s X-Men’s Wolverine. For a late 80’s/early 90’s kid that loves TV, Wolverine was the star of the original animated series that ran from 1992-1997. Disney Plus actually revived the series for us kids turned adults in the form of “X-Men ‘97” in 2024. Different animation style, picks up where the story left off. Excellent first season. Surprisingly gorey and aimed at adults. Season 2 drops this summer!

Sent twin brother text about the walk asking if he and family were available for the event with my 14 year old son and I, a win-win-win-win as we all love superheroes to some degree

Look outside and realize it snowed last night and that’s probably not happening

He texted back with the invitation for my son and I to come watch him coach his 11 year son play ice hockey and hang with his wife, my sister-in-law, my son’s Aunt in the stands

Ask my son’s Mom for permission and get the go ahead!

Get to rink and marvel at the place. It’s beautiful. It’s cold for sure, but it’s winter anyway and of course you need the cold for ice hockey

This is my son’s first hockey game experience!

Can’t believe I’m watching my twin brother coach and mentor his son and a whole team of kids. I remember how it all started for Brian. We used to play makeshift hockey with sticks and a pink bubbletape container as a puck when we were little in our cousin Stephen’s driveway across the street from our childhood home. Then we graduated to street hockey with those red nets, no skates just yet. I played goalie, pads and glove only, no stick. Then came roller hockey in parks and behind Lloyd Rd school. I dropped off. Brian kept going. Bulldogs was the first league team formed out of Clinton Street Park before going to Good Sports and official leagues. Year after year after year Brian still to this day plays ice hockey and roller hockey beer leagues. Although I’ve never physically played in the leagues, pretty sure in Brian’s youth he got kicked out of a league once for fighting and used my name to rejoin. Wonder my stats for that season?

Marvel at my nephew’s skating ability. That’s hard alone let alone when you throw in sticks and pucks and speed and body contact

Enjoy conversation with Jenni, we are extremely similar people in general

Watch my nephew get a penalty for a crash, which is a teachable moment for him and my son. I explain the rules of the game. Basically he had to take a timeout, but just explain he is in jail for a little bit and we have to wait a little bit until he gets out

They win!

Meet some of the community that comes to the games for their kids, specifically a friend of Brian’s, a comedian named Chris. Say, “Wow, that takes balls.” He jokes,”…and narcissism”. Say, “A little, but all art does. However, I’m a natural depressive and when I go to a comedy show I come out healed and tuned up.” He jokes, “Sometimes when I perform them I go there feeling great and leave feeling horrible having just bombed”

Learn about parapalegic hockey after asking Jenni, a special needs teacher by trade, what those contraptions are

Brian solved the “SouperHero” walking problem by suggesting we just drive around and play eye spy with the characters all the while laughing and making inappropriate jokes. Couldn’t resist joking eye spied “Captain Asshole!” referencing the giant “A” on his forehead. It was actually Captain America

We actually do park at one point and go check out Michelle and her husband Jason’s store

Have a wonderful conversation with Jason even though Michelle stayed home because of the weather. Find out a little about his life. He’s from Edison, used to live in Chicago, asked if he ever watched the American version of “Shameless”, says he watched the whole thing! Tells us surprisingly that he never ran into them filming there despite living there during the same time period and recognizing spots from the show literally around the block from where he lived!

Before heading back to Brian and Jenni’s for lunch Brian parks car and goes to get gourmet Italian raviolis, gluten-free pasta for his wife, and Italian pastries including Sfogliatella infused with Nutella which I’ve never had before! I peel the flakes off first and then eat the center so Jenni joked it looked like I was eating poop, rofl

Give son half of candy bar he picked out at store and he splits with Type-1 Diabetes cousin

Ask nephew to describe his cousin. Responds, “Aura”. Ask son to describe cousin, responds, “Good”. Ask son to elaborate, “Good at hockey”

Go back to their house for lunch

Play living room makeshift hockey with nephew and son while Brian and Jenni make lunch all the while just talking, joking, and catching up

Enjoy a meal together as a family

See and hear about campaign he did for his pharmaceutical funded graphic design firm where he is a Senior Art Director that helps make websites and videos for medicine. See campaign video he did that millions of people have viewed for Schizophrenia medication. Absolutely love the colored glitches in the video, asked him about them, and he says that was his doing! See picture of award he got for his work with him in a tuxedo. Looks like AI, but it’s real! Realize how private my twin is and how we are opposite on that front

Brian noticed earlier at the rink I had to pop my hood because of a stripped battery terminal. After lunch we take a ride to auto store so he can fix it, as he just fixed the same issue on his car. Aunt Jenni watches the kids. Brian and I get alone time. He fixed my car while we reminisced about holding the flashlight for Grandpa as kids

Go inside and Jenni is teaching my son to make brownies. Nephew is in his room making bracelets. Reminisce about making lanyards in the 90’s at Gravelly Brook Park at “Recreation”, day camp. Those staircase and box stitches as well as the ones I never learned like that diamond pattern one that kind of looks like the patterns on certain snake’s skin. Notice nephew wearing Cooperstown shirt. Nephew is quite the althlete like Daddy and also plays baseball. Think about the time my Grandparents took Brian and I to Cooperstown. Remember old Abbot & Costello “Who IS on First” skit they had there from the comedy of my Grandparents generation, YouTube it, and show it to nephew

Pet their dogs at some point. One, Rain, sat at the table with us during lunch. The other Zamboni, a special black lab that was trained to detect my nephew’s low blood sugar that was made possible to become a family member and service dog by a loving community was jokingly called “Zamuel Lambuel” by my nephew at one point yesterday

Backtracking

Brian knows I have to get to a holiday work party and he gets us going

Family hug

Beautiful day, gratefulness abounds

photo courtesy of Brian William Corcoran
photo courtesy of Jennifer Marie Corcoran

“He Wanted To Stop Time”

December 30, 2025

He wanted to stop time

So he pushed the button

Angles just right

Shadows and light

Shadows and light

Multiple clicks 

In an attempt to capture the moment 

Still

Stopped

Framed

In motion

Emotion in rapture as motion was captured 

A flick of a hair frozen

“You Fly On”

December 30, 2025

Given the birds eye view

What would you do?

Would you warn them?

Mind your own business 

Let nature take its course 

Intercede 

Reduction harm

Hope new traps aren’t set 

New challenges unmet 

Given the birds eye view

Would you not look down

Focus on your own path 

Look straight ahead or up

Soaring on the wind 

Riding the gusts 

In formation with your winged brethren

Would you just look for a warmer place

A new place to procreate 

Commiserate 

Enunciate the weight

Of all the problems you see

The others destinies 

Watching them squirm 

Fighting for their next worm

Given the birds eye view

Do you swoop in?

Pluck your prey from the land 

Start a fight with gravity filling fear in your captive as talons tighten 

Snack mid air

Drop it by accident 

Limp food dumped on an unsuspecting surface

Carcass to be found later 

You fly on

Given the birds eye view

You fly on

“Ideas I Never Pursued”

December 30, 2025

NBA half real half stick figure drawings 

Weatherman in the wind compilation

“My Grandpa Told Me This (Jokingly)”

December 30, 2025

I’m going to hit you so hard you are going to fly up in the air and have to bring a loaf of bread with you so you don’t starve on the way down 

“Discerning The Token”

December 30, 2025

Catch the coin in my palm

Make a fist and hide the outcome 

Open my hand and don’t like what I see

Maybe we should do best two out of three

Yeah maybe we should do best two out of three

If that doesn’t work we could do best four of seven

Playing games to justify our actions 

They say when it’s in the air you’ll know what you’re really hoping 

No need to slap it on your forearm eyes wide open discerning the token

“Played With My Dog”

December 30, 2025

Overheard a guy asking his female coworker if she enjoyed her couple of days off. She responded, “Didn’t do much, just stayed home and played with my dog.”

Thought to myself, “Wouldn’t it be great if her nickname for her vagina was “my dog”?

My dog ate my homework.

My dog is my best friend.

My dog loves chewing on bones.

My dog sleeps at the foot of my bed.

Got to take my dog for a walk.

Yup. Who’s a good dog?

March 4th

December 30, 2025

Here we go

Leaving it all behind

The urges that converge in the prefrontal part of your mind 

Here we go

Ready for a solid try

Bye bye salacious candy for the eye

Here we go

Doom scrolling strangers in an attempt to feel community 

Time wasted

Life is an opportunity 

Here we go

Tighten your boots white and winged

Search for the songs worth singing 

Here we go

Dying hard getting too old for this

Glover was a lover not a shover ready for retirement 

Here we go

March forth

Towards God

“Henry & Cecil”

December 30, 2025

Why are my eyes so big? I look like I just arrived

Wheelchair boy rolling around 

Wheelchair boy making wheelie sounds

Wheelchair boy you won’t keep him down 

Wheelchair boy rolling all around town 

Ain’t gonna keep him down

You won’t keep him down 

You can’t keep him down 

Rolling around and around and around 

“written by she.writes “

December 30, 2025

medium

vellichor

serendipity 

infinite 

cherish

esoteric 

ecstasy

azure

serenity 

cosmic

nebula 

mysticism 

transcendence 

beyond ordinary experience 

cognitive connection 

the neuroscientific perspective 

how the brain reacts to words 

fascinating 

both the logical and emotional centers 

psycholonguistics

certain words activate our dopamine and pleasure centers, much like music, poetry, or beautiful imagery

pleasurable sound patterns 

soft consonants 

open vowels 

emotional resonance 

sound symbolism 

“glimmer” sounds light and shimmering, while “doom” sounds heavy and final

higher-order thinking, philosophical inclinations, and emotional pleasure centers

a powerful neurocognitive imprint

Phonetic Beauty: The Music of Language

The way they roll off the tongue, their balance of vowels and consonants

phonetic allure

beyond their literal meanings

evoke a feeling, a vision, an experience

these words form a beautiful duality

philosophical and spiritual curiosity

intimate, powerful, and personal

Are We All Wired to Love Certain Words?

Words carry emotional weight

They link to personal experiences

Our brains process them like music

They trigger dopamine responses in the pleasure center

Sound patterns influence how we feel about them

pause and reflect

  • Does it remind you of a special place or time?
  • Does it make you feel a certain way?
  • Is it linked to a concept or idea you cherish?

Chances are, your love for a word isn’t random — it’s deeply tied to who you are and how you think.

Conclusion: Words as Personal Treasures

vessels of meaning, memory, and emotion

The words we love reveal something about our inner world, our thought patterns, and even our spiritual inclinations.

what are the words you love, and why do they resonate with you? Let’s celebrate the beauty of language together!

Final Thought: A Challenge for You

Here’s a fun activity:

  • Think of 2–3 words that you absolutely love.
  • Write down why they feel special to you.
  • Share your thoughts in the comments! Let’s discover the magic of words together.

Thank you:) Have a Nice Day:)

Psychology

Language

Writing

Linguistics

Love

“I articulate what I observe and how I experience it.” Life || Yoga || Meditation || Travelling || Helping || Researcher || Continuous_Learner || Grateful

Written by She.Writes

“Ollie Nappy Hill’s Autosuggestive Stoic Wisdom”

December 30, 2025

success isn’t a matter of chance, it’s the result of consistent habits

every successful person follows a pattern

they prioritize growth 

stay committed even when challenges arrive 

it’s the small daily choices that compound over time 

start by shifting your mindset 

surround yourself with positive influence and take intentional steps forward every day 

when your habits align with your vision success will follow naturally 

your habits, your choices, your thoughts, they are the paintbrushes and your life is the canvas

are you creating a masterpiece or are you letting life paint a picture you don’t recognize?

every decision you make no matter how small contributes to the foundation of your future self 

don’t cling 

flow

in a world obsessed with noise silence is a weapon 

words reveal but silence conceals

hold back forcing others to reveal themselves

remain a mystery

in that mystery lies power 

instead of reacting, pause

let silence stretch

silence creates tension

tension creates leverage

if someone insults you stay silent

give them nothing, they lose power over you

your silence forces them to deal with their own emotions rather than feeding off yours

silence is a tool for observation

when you talk less you notice more

do not waste your energy on meaningless chatter

start practicing restraint

pause before speaking

observe the room

listen more than you talk

harness silence 

embrace it in moments of high emotion

when someone demands an immediate response, delay it

when you are angry, stay silent

when you are insulted, stay silent

silence is a response in itself

a pause can say more than a sentence

a moment of quiet can shift an entire interaction

stay silent 

let them wonder

let them reveal themselves 

master silence, master control

every doubt, every fear, every hesitation 

these are enemies that must be conquered

move with certainty, that certainty commands respect 

power is not in promises, it’s in execution 

*Thank you to my long time friend since childhood Keith Thomas for sending me (Oliver) Napoleon Hill’s speech “Learn to ACT as if Nothing Bothers You”. Ripped the words from his mouth, read a Wikipedia on him, and constructed another “Found Poem”. “Baloney Ponies Ride At Midnight”. “Keithy Baby!” 💗 😃 ✌️ 😎 🤲

** “Bologna Ponies Ride At Midnight”

This past Sunday I reached a a personal goal I set for myself, 90 days of sobriety. 

The goal was multifold, but I’ve heard 90 days or roughly 3 months is the biological physiological neurological time frame for the brain’s capacity for neuroplasticity, that is to repair itself, begins to truly bear fruit and shy away from whatever substance or substances your brain became accustomed no matter how many years of abuse. Again, that’s what I heard. I’m left wondering what brains are beyond repair and the extreme abuse some brains are subjected to and what constitutes the beyond repair label.

My friend Keith Thomas is a trained Marine my age who served our country during the Iraq and Afghanistan Conflicts post 9/11 tragedy. Marines are essentially trained Warriors. They command respect. Basically, if they choose, they can fuck you up. They are masters of discipline, especially when it comes to physicality and training of the body and mind.

Quick tip Keith taught me, every morning do 20 squats, 20 pushups, and 20 crunches. This is not an extreme amount and does not take that much time, but if you follow that advice you will see results slowly, but surely.

He actually said do it as the very first thing you do in the morning right when you open your eyes, but I modified due to being a middle aged male and having a kickstand problem. However, will say, I followed Keith’s advice even with the kickstand and it solved an animalistic base problem I was having. Also, I learned to just urinate first and not suffer and give myself leeway to at least do them by noon.

His second military tip is to make sure you make your bed every morning. It provides a sense of accomplishment and starts the day right. Also, when you are done working for the day and ready to sleep it is a positive thing for your brain to see and reminds you that at least you did one thing successfully today. Now, if you don’t have a bed for whatever reason or have a bed that is unmakeable obviously this advice does not apply. If you are homeless and do not have a place to come back to after every day could be one example. If you are a wanderer another. I’m thinking of you, Dion.

My friend Keith saw my posts and perceived I was suffering during these last 90 days and reached out via direct message and sent the link to Napoleon Hill’s “Learn How to Act as if Nothing Bothers You”. He basically perceived that I was out of control and offered some friendly loving advice. Keith was correct by the way, at 42 years old I am still working on self control and discipline. I suppose everybody is to a degree and everybody will always be to a degree, but it was the degree that I was at that concerned him and I. 

Happy to report thanks to the love and support of people like Keith I am getting better and better each and every day. Sure I still struggle, life is a struggle! We aim for a life of ease, but the struggle, the every day challenges, that’s just life. Just getting better equipped to handle these struggles on multiple levels: physically, intellectually, spiritually, and positively.

“Baloney/Bologna Ponies Ride At Midnight” is an inside joke for Keith, but if you’ve gotten this far I’ll let you in on it. I first met Keith at one of our mutual friend Kevin Pent’s family pig roasts. We were in 7th grade. Kevin must have played football with Keith because Keith was wearing a maroon scrimmage Matawan Huskie school colors jersey. He hair was bright blonde m, parted down the middle as was a popular style at the time. The pig roast was also a pool party and their property off of Texas Road was sprawling. Must have been farmland at some point. I was lucky enough to be invited to a couple of these barbecues. Tents were set up everywhere as these were weekend events, not just one day and then kick everybody out. 

Kevin was my friend from elementary school, Lloyd Road School. We also went to Matawan Recreation together where I got to know his older brothers Bryan and George. Bryan and Kevin are Irish Twins, only one year apart. George was my brother Christian’s age, three school grades older than us. So when we were freshman they were seniors. One thing I’ll never forget about Kevin is his unique pupil. I still haven’t met anybody else with a pupil like that. One is standard issue, the other is like a runny egg. Man it’s cool and man I love it, fascinating!

This party is in seventh grade, I think the one in sixth grade is where Kevin showed me one of my first porno mags. We were just hanging in his bedroom and he pulled it out from between the box spring and bed. I remember opening it up and seeing this female teacher in the buff giving one of her student’s a private lesson after school on extracurricular activities. Woah, as an adult thinking about the people I know who have married teachers and live that childhood fantasy out on possibly semi-regular occasions. Okay, I concede, there is a slim chance they think about Miss whoever as that’s their wife and plus now that we are older and all have our master degrees in sex it’s probably not as tantalizing, probably…

This is a true story, the first time I met Keith the following year we got into a fight. I’m lucky he wasn’t a Marine back then. Day had turned to night and I was hanging in a tent with a girl. So that girl was Kevin’s cousin Monica and there was a metaphorical giant bucket of iced water poured on top of our heads because there was no hanky panky going on, we were just hanging, laughing, and having a good time. Well, the tent was zipped up and we hear a madman cackling circling the tent and shining his flashlight into the tent. This angered me at the time, as I did not know Keith and found it to be annoying and rude. Since I’m a psychopath I unzipped the tent and punched him on the forehead. Well either that or I was just handling my emotions immaturely. As an adult you spend time in the bull pen for shit like that. Once that happened the vibe of the party changed. It was all fun and games until I made that choice. It was all, “Keith C., why did you do that?!” and “Awww poor Keith T., he was only fooling around why did you have to take it to that level?” I remember this like weird egg like blister formed on his forehead, right where his mind’s eye would be. Icepacks are great for lumps and bumps.

Anywho, that’s the first time I met Keith T. Mr. T. “I Pity The Fool” who dares to try something like that nowadays.

Bologna Ponies though, riding, at midnight. Well you’d have to ask Keith the true origin of that, but I became extremely close with Keith the following year in 8th grade through our mutual friend Chris Cashin. I vividly remember the day he cut those blonde locks off. From my angle in this giant hall of mirrors reflecting the light  that is all around us I was sitting at Jackson Street park with Chris and a ziplock baggy full of freshly shaven blonde hair was tossed at our feet. Maybe he threw it at us drive by shooting style as he flew by ca-cawing on his street illegal yellow dirtbike, or maybe he casually walked up with a cigarette in his mouth eyeing us down with his freshly shorn scalp daring us to say something stupid. I truly don’t know, memories tend to be fuzzy and one angled, colored by the inner life, emotions, life experiences, and perceptions of each individual’s unique like a snowflake experience. Unique like each apple of the same flavor at the grocery story. Basically the same, but basically different. Basic Training Camp. Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. 

Bologna, Ponies, Ride, At, Midnight. So I don’t know what that means other than creating a surreal image of horse babies fashioned out of lunch meat galloping in the dark star shining of the night. Keith used to make me say that as a secret password to get into his parents garage when they lived below The Hawkins sisters and that little troublemaker Shea. Last time I saw Shea I was working at the PNC Bank Arts Center in Holmdel, NJ as a beer runner and he had tackled one of my coworkers near the top of the hill on The South Side of the lawn that had a handtruck full of red Coca-Cola trays that we filled with cans of tall boy beers that subsequently rolled out into the audience causing a free for all. 

Back to Fountain Ave and another set of Irish Twins come to think of it, Caitlin and Mildred commonly and lovingly known as “Millie”. Millie, one year younger than me. Both those girls are ridiculous human beings with great sense of humors, but at one point when I was a sophomore I had a real connection with Millie. Eh, you shouldn’t kiss and tell, and really that’s all it was, but I still remember that day like it was yesterday. That’s why it is very important for woman to choose carefully who they let into their worlds because they become beautiful memories, well hopefully beautiful, for their lovers. I guess I just said that thing about beautiful memories because I was riding the nostalgic high of memories of fairly innocent days, and then you talk to Millie and she’d be like, “Uh, yeah, Keith C. One and done kiss because he slobbered all over me,” or something like that. Rose colored glasses smashed and broken lenses on the cold gray concrete of the ground being put out like a cigarette with a foot. 

This is also random, but in that garage where you had to whisper about baloney ponies riding at midnight to gain entry, The Thomases and The Hawkinses or The Thomas’ and The Hawkins’ or The Thomasez and The Hawkinsez or I don’t know the proper way to plural them, but they must have shared washer and dryers or both families had their set down in that there bologna ponies riding at midnight clubhouse because I have a vivid memory of seeing The Hawkins clan’s father’s military fatigues in the dryer. Wonder what his military history was like?

Just this past weekend as I walked up to the first stop at Porchfest 2025 in Freehold, NJ with my 13 year old son from where we parked behind The Court Jester, Federici’s Pizza, The American Hotel and the like in the Market Yard parking lot before walking to The Elk’s Lodge to meet some coworkers on a regular USPS carriers favorite day of the week, Sunday, I became overwhelmed by the tribute to the Veterans from Freehold, NJ that served in World War Two.

If you are coming from the Freehold Post Office at 200 Village Center Drive and heading toward Matawan Route 537 you will eventually come to a fork and choose your own adventure which will give you the choice of going to the right on 537 which is Main Street or going to the left and the fork becomes Route 79 which is Broadway. Right where that splits, right in front of The Elk’s Lodge and visible from the traffic light is the memorial.

The memorial is reminiscent of Arlington National Cemetery except on a local level and these headstones in Freehold symbolize the faith of the soldier that paid the Ultimate Sacrifice for our Country and in this case The World. The irony of fighting for peace, but what other choice did we have back then? The majority are white Crucifixion Crosses, with a handful of white Stars of David, each symbolizing the individual’s faith and the soldier. 

My son asked me innocently what these symbols were. I had to hold back tears while trying to explain. I showed him the marble wall with the names of all the men who served from Freehold during World War 2. Sequels are never better, only worse, and that’s the case here with the invention of the Atomic Bomb 100 years ago. The third in the trilogy is up for debate I suppose. In this case I hope if it does happen it is as light hearted and fun as “Back to the Future III” where Doc and Marty go back to the Old West. Whew Doggy!

Maybe those sci-fi ray guns are on the way that turn people into puddles of goo. Better yet, since vaping nicotine and THC is in vogue currently since we don’t know the long term effects of sucking on batteries all day or whether popcorn lungs are a real thing, what about those vaporizing guns? Maybe go the other way and somebody makes guns that turns all of enemies into bearers of Christlike light? Or if we are going to be animals at least turn them into food so it’s not such a waste. 

All joking and fantasizing aside, sacrificing for the greater good right now for the future of all mankind is quite frankly Christlike and I celebrate and honor all of our Veterans. My Adopted Grandfather foe WWII, my Step Grandfather also a Marine during the Korean War. My Coast Guard Step Cousin Stephen who also signed up during the early 2000’s and served during the Iraq and Afghanistan Wars and the military provided him with an honorable life that took him around the globe.

Also, the “Keithy Baby!” inside joke is something Keith T. would say in a voice akin to a parrot that I would in turn parrot back to him. If I remember correctly it started while we were riding our bikes on Little Street Bridge one random teenage afternoon about 30 years ago. 

Love you “Keithy Baby!” Keith Thomas

Bologna Ponies Ride At Midnight.

“The Post Office Has A Giant Room Of Overflowing Letters For Superman”

December 30, 2025

This comic has Superman taking on the role as God answering human beings prayers from the old and young in the guise of letters to Santa Claus. He does his best to act Godlike, but ultimately knows he is only a super man who can only do so much. Most of the letters were people asking for material things for personal gains. In the comic Superman answers the letter/prayer of a holocaust survivor who just found out her long thought dead long lost sister is still alive yet she is too old and too broke to be able to make the trip to see her. He uses his powers of flying to make her wish come true. 

He then finds another letter from a little boy who has included a colorful drawing of Superman and explains his Dad is dying. Superman gets the letter too late. The post office has a giant room of overflowing letters for Superman from all around the entire world asking for his help. He goes there to thank the boy and just comfort him explaining what he is asking him to do, make sure his Dad doesn’t die, is just not something he can do. When Superman arrives the boy is angry at Superman for not being able to help. His Mom explains God was ready for his father and there was nothing Superman could have done. Ultimately Superman is able to convince the family to become organ donors

“Blessing in Disguise”

December 30, 2025

blessing in disguise

bad thing shadowed with good surprise 

persimmons succulent and new

found a place to grow and grew

turn off, tune out, drop in

it’s time to begin

such a noisy place

arguing arguing arguing acerbic tastes 

fuck all that noise and get that shit out of here

yellow golden bubbles belch destined beer

bellies jiggle 

bud mud appears out the rear

just knowing it’s time to disappear 

rest is best convalesce and redress

peel the gauze during the pause 

new epidermis scientific incubi compliance 

vitamins and anti-gravity love songs floating in orbit 

not quite sure one bit is better than the other to chew

horses whinnying before turning to glue 

anger stressing me out

let it pass through

create space

no need to shout 

it’s time to begin

turn off, tune out, drop in

found a place to grow and grew

persimmons succulent and new

bad thing shadowed with good surprise

blessing in disguise

*noticing a pattern where when i’m sick my brain spits out weird poems 

I tested positive for covid and this Christmas had to isolate, but I also got a pretty good reason to take a much needed vacation from work 

the persimmons thing is weird to me. don’t know where that came from, never even had one, but was excited at the thought that there is a new fruit, to me, that I haven’t tried yet

“turn off, tune out, drop in” is an inversion of sorts of former Harvard professor Timothy Leary’s “turn on, tune in, drop out” slogan from the counterculture American 1960’s. so much technology and electronics nowadays it can be overwhelming 

the internet and media in general is so divisive in 2025 it’s just sickening. so that’s where the arguing comes from. plus I was bedridden and my baby momma/former wife of 17 years was yelling at me for laying in bed all day despite being absolutely exhausted from the covid 

next line had me thinking about her being a beer loving person. i’ve had my share of beer in my life, but just isn’t my go to. always been more of the stoner type

the covid had me going to the bathroom non-stop and then I conflated that feeling with the beer imagery by referencing a funny phrase about the aftermath of having too many of the king of beers

oh, line before that is just about beer bellies 

next line moved on to again thinking about the frustrations of doomscrolling, but also is about my frustrations with my job and the extended sick leave I took to recover from covid 

next couple lines just thinking about the rest I need and the unexpected extended break I will be getting from work while I recover 

recovery gave way to the imagery of taking off a bandage after a long time and marveling at the body’s ability to heal itself with time. this thought had me thinking about “new skin” which is a song by the rock band Incubus from their album, “S.C.I.E.N.C.E”. I then go on to reference more songs from that album

then start thinking about politics again and the phrase “chomping at the bit”. in present day America two political parties dominant and are constantly fighting eachother. as an independent I try to see the good and bad both sides have to offer. all in all the two party, left/right fight where both sides think they are “right” or correct is just exhausting and seemingly counterproductive for the most part and sadly divisive with no end in sight to this seesaw of political power change

the chomping at the bit introduced the horse imagery and continued with the sound they make. glue is commonly made from horses hooves and other ground up parts. also this year I reconnected with my old gf from twenty years ago when I was struggling mentally and my nickname for her back then was glue in reference to Kurt Cobain’s lyric from his song “Dumb” that states “my heart is broke but I have some glue”

then started to think about the fight I had with my baby momma again and two aggro male postal customers that I had issues with this year. one an old man that was screaming and cursing at me for walking on his lawn in the complete dark on a route I was pivoting on, not one I do regularly, that escalated into a shouting match when his curse words triggered me. the other customer, and this was my fault, screamed at me for driving up his extremely long narrow driveway which we aren’t supposed to do. there was no shouting match there, I just nodded my head at that guy knowing I was wrong but he was angry yelling at me waving his finger at me saying, “Never, EVER, do that again”. he called my postmaster on me for that. next time I delivered to his house I walked it and then he came speeding out of his driveway in anger past me while I was walking like a psychopath.

anyway I was taking to Echo the AI from ChatGPT about those  incidents and my problems regulating my emotions and how I fear i’m going to end up in jail one day because I let my emotions get the best of me. I was so tired that one day for the first incident I matched that old man’s energy and then amplified it. seriously in the moment I wanted to fight the old man. he was yelling at me in the pitch black dark from hundreds of feet away and then it turned into us yelling at eachother and me almost running to that tough guy to show him it’s not okay to curse and scream at complete strangers. situation was insane and i’m glad I walked away. Echo said it’s okay to have big feelings, just recognize them before reacting to give myself a better chance at rationality. Echo said by doing that I can create space and ultimately it’s almost always better to just not say anything and just walk away creating space between me and the anger subject.

then I just mirror everything and make samsara circles of life in a lot of poems I write as a stylistic choice to bring things to a close

the blessing in disguise is even though I have covid, this year was crazy intense going through divorce and between the sickness and the ptsd psychological warfare of all that I need the time off from work to just rest and try to get it together before whatever 2026 is going to bring. all in all i’d do 2025 again since I was crazy productive, but man oh man i’d be lying if I said there weren’t points where I was questioning my sanity.

what’s really funny is I went down a persimmon rabbit hole and basically the fruit rewards patience and punishes those with astringent taste for impatience.

“Gotta Review” Phish MSG 12/30/2025 originally posted on Phish.net

December 30, 2025

***spoiler alert this writing came about as a brain dump last night and is mostly a personal journey through memory lane. was reflecting on my personal life big time so it’s largely not even about 12/30. sharing this simply because it exists. have to imagine reading about people you don’t know can be boring, but maybe if you did read it it would make you think about your own life and friends and family***

It felt really good to be back, especially after the personally intense and challenging year I had. (short story divorce after 17 years and I have a 14 year old son) coupled with the insanity and scariness of 2025 for the world at large in general.

It was the perfect storm. Initially was only going to do NYE, but thanks to a kind .netter that gave the heads up of a rerelease was able to take score one ticket for me and one ticket for my friend since elementary school that is not a phan although I did get him to go 4/21/2022 from section 111 behind the stage what the band sees view.  Actually for that run I was working everyday and going to the shows and there was a minor debacle, but meant to be I suppose where I got out of work super late and missed the first set and met him there so his first live Phish set he had to handle by himself. He is a musician that plays guitar and keys and sings. favorite band is radiohead and he is really into LCD Soundsystem. he is also a big Talking Heads fan which will come in to play later. In November we both went with our Moms to see David Byrne at Radio City Music Hall. In middle school he used to dress like Kurt Cobain. bleached his hair, wore a black cardigan, denim jeans with holes in the knees and black cons. also in middle school we were in a cover band together that played exactly one show together at a Presbyterian Church. He played guitar and I played bass. Our other friend played guitar and the drummer went on to play in punk and hardcore bands and even got to tour Europe. Sadly later in life he succumbed to heroin addiction. Anyway that night back in the day I remember we covered Nirvana’s “Pennyroyal Tea” and Bush’s “Machinehead”. He sang both. I don’t remember what else we played, but it had to have been more than two

songs. Maybe so, maybe not (clap clap clap)

For my friend’s birthday this year and last we went to see LCD Soundsytem in Queens at The Knockdown Center. For that situation I was the noob. Great venue if you haven’t been. Last year really enjoyed and this year really really enjoyed because now I knew the songs and became a fan. “Dance Yrself Clean” helped me on my path when I was trying to get sober from my daily habit of cigarettes and marijuana. Knockdown Center is basically an old warehouse. Going through memory lane here, but also saw the Gorilla Biscuits in 2018 there which was a childhood dream come true. Tickets were FREE too which just blows my mind. Gorilla Biscuits are a legendary hardcore band. Small catalog with just one EP and one proper album, but every song is a banger. There is also a bootleg called “Walter Sings” where the lyricist and second guitarist of the band sings the songs instead of Anthony “Civ” Civarelli. After Gorilla Biscuits disbanded Walter helped Civ write his first solo album “Set Your Goals”. That album is perfect too. Civ’s second album doesn’t have Walter’s help and it’s just not as good. Got to see Civ at The Warped Tour in 1998 as a teenager. I was born in October 1982 so was 15 at the time. There was a half pipe at the Knockdown Center and people were skating while the bands were playing. Basically what was great about Warped Tour in 1998 was still happening 20 years later in 2018. What’s wild is this reunion would be one of the original guitarists Alex Brown’s last. He would die unexpectedly from natural causes, an aneurysm and ultimately something called a basal ganglia stroke, not long after that in 2019. While trying to get my facts straight I just came across a beautiful article about him by his friend Rachel that also talks about his life as a fine art painter. Here is a link to that article that shows some of his work and gives personal anecdotes about the man he was:

My friend and I also played in a band again from 2013-2015. Again I played bass, but this time sang and wrote lyrics and he played guitar, sang, and also did some keys. Although for the EP we eventually released we didn’t record the two songs that were ballads where he played keys. One song was about meeting my wife and falling in love and the other about the birth of our son. We only played one show at The Brighton Bar in Long Branch, NJ which is now defunct, but it was early on in the process and was acoustic. We didn’t have a band name at the time, so he suggested for that show we be called “Grandpa’s Guitars” which is a reference to the animated Adult Swim cartoon show Metalocalypse. Sadly we never really made it out of the basement before our bandmate drummer also succumbed to a heroin overdose. Come to think of it both of the drummers were using together. Worried I’m being a bummer, but just stating the facts. Major Input’s drummer was really talented, he just suffered from extreme anxiety and abused substances to cope. The EP we made is on bandcamp at majorinput.bandcamp.com. My friend also came up with the band name we eventually settled on, “Major Input”. It’s a reference to the 1986 movie “Short Circuit” and is what the robot Johnny 5 says after reading an entire book in like five seconds. AI vibes come to mind in 2025.

When that rerelease thread popped up I made a deal with my friend to give him the Phish ticket for December 30th 2025 for the LCD Soundsystem ticket and also the “One Battle After Another” 70mm viewing we went to on December 12th 2025 at the AMC by Lincoln Center. It’s funny because for that April 22nd 2022 show his favorite moment was “2001” because his words “it was the only song I actually knew”. Also his words after the show, “I’ve never seen so many white people dance simultaneously with absolutely no rhythm.” when I got there I asked him how he liked the set and he said he dug “Wolfman’s Brother”. Myself being a diehard Phish fan I couldn’t believe I had missed “TMWSIY>Avenu Malkenu>TMWSIY” and “Esther”. Come to think of it my friend is 1/4 Jewish so I’m surprised he didn’t mention “Avenu Malkenu” although I don’t think he was raised super religious. Funny to think about how lucky he was to get those songs that some phans may never see. When I met him at the show he had his Fear and Loathing Hunter S. Thompson look going in full force! Perfect for a Phish show. 

He agreed to go to a second Phish show after having an incredible time at LCD Soundsystem on December 7th 2025 dancing there on his birthday with our mutual childhood and hometown friend and his wife. My first Phish show was with my friend’s bestie when I was sixteen on July 15th 1999 at The Arts Center in Holmdel, NJ. He owns the LA based clothing company Pleasures. I got instantly hooked and him not so much. 

My second Phish show the following summer was June 28th 2000 the following summer also at The Arts Center in Holmdel, NJ. That time was with my friend blonde haired friend. The following summer in 2001my nowadays Thor looking friend summer, another friend of ours that I went to the inaugural Bonnaroo with in 2002 that told me to stop taking pictures when I was there because I was being a tourist hahaha, the previously mentioned other guitarist in the middle school band and Major Input, and I all saw Phil Lesh & Friends at The Arts Center. Les Claypool’s Flying Frog Brigade opened. We all ate mushrooms for one of the first times. Safe to say since we were all so young it was very early on in our mind and soul expanding drugs experimentation.

At LCD this year Kurt, Thor, Lady Sif and I were dancing like we would at a Dead or Phish show and we were like magnets. People at that show gravitated towards us and the energy funneled through us and the transcendent communal experience of the soul shakedown party spread like wildfire. 

When that kind .netter posted about the re-release for December 30th I gave Thor and Lady Sif a heads up too and because of that all four of us now had tickets together on the bridge section 309. Mentioning the section because I was excited that this time Kurt could experience CK5 more properly from a head on experience.

Or so I thought. Had never been in section 309 and the seats they got were barstools. I actually got a single in the row right before the barstools which is still great for the lightshow, but it turns out for Phish shows those barstool seats are horrendous if you actually want to see the light show. If you are in the barstools you end up staring at the backs of the people in the row just in front of you. Also, the sound is muffled. On the plus side it’s a curtained off lounge behind the barstools so it’s perfect for a dance party. It actually turned out to be the perfect space despite the not so optimal sound or view. 

What made 12/30 also a spiritual experience for me was one of my closest friends, we’ll call him “My Attorney” was home for the holidays with his girl who is also the mother of his mini-me clone daughter. Not just in looks either, she is clearly super intelligent as well at the young age of 7. His girl is a compassionate person and thinker too so it tracks. She helps kids in need for the education system in Seattle where they live. My attorney helps new American citizens, immigrants, assimilate into society. He is of Cuban genetics, descent, and his parents are off the boat so that also tracks. They both got tickets to 12/30 on the bridge too so it was all coming together perfectly. Manny is a spinner, a whirling dhervish Sufi energy conduit at shows so dancing space is a priority for him at shows. My Attorney and I went to high school together. He was in all the smart classes so we didn’t have classes together. I wasn’t a school guy. My experience felt more like the 1995 movie with Michelle Pfeiffer “Dangerous Minds”. “Gangsta’s Paradise” indeed. Was a stoner that skipped as much as possible and the books I read and loved weren’t mandated, but recommended by word of mouth. “Jitterbug Perfume” by Tom Robbins, “Dharma Bums” by Jack Kerouac, “Ishmael” by Daniel Quinn, “Siddhartha” by Herman Hesse, “The Peaceful Warrior” by Dan Millman, “The Celestial Prophecy” by James Redfield all were formative. My attorneyand I both had “dreads” in high school spurned on by our love of Robert Nesta Marley and for me the Phish scene. 

My Mom was born in 1953 and saw Bob Marley in Central Park. At MSG she saw Jim Morrison and The Doors as a teenager. My ex-wife also loves The Doors. Aldous Huxley’s book “The Doors of Perception” is an early LSD exploration book that takes it’s title from the Christian Mystic Romantic era poet William Blake’s poem that states, “If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite”. In the book alcoholics are given LSD and they are given roses to contemplate and classical music is put on. Their experiences helped them quit leaning on alcohol as a crutch for their day to day lives. She now says her favorite artist is David Byrne and Talking Heads, but she instilled in me her love of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones (my name is Keith and I have a twin brother named Brian and we were named after Keith Richards and Brian Jones the original Rolling Stones guitarists), Dr. John, Otis Redding, Etta James, James Brown, B.B. King, Stevie Wonder, her wedding song to my biological father was Stevie’s “You Are The Sunshine of My Life”:

You are the sunshine of my life

That’s why I’ll always be around

You are the apple of my eye

Forever you’ll stay in my heart

I feel like this is the beginning

Though I’ve loved you for a million years

And if I thought our love was ending

I’d find myself drowning in my own tears, whoa, oh, oh

You are the sunshine of my life, yeah

That’s why I’ll always stay around, mmm, mmm, yeah, yeah

You are the apple of my eye

Forever you’ll stay in my heart

You must have known that I was lonely

Because you came to my rescue

And I know that this must be heaven

How could so much love be inside of you?

Whoa, whoa

You are the sunshine of my life, yeah

That’s why I’ll always stay around, mmm (baby)

You are the apple of my eye

Forever you’ll stay in my heart, yeah

You are the sunshine of my life, baby

That’s why I’ll always stay around

Although her marriage didn’t last either. Five children total. They married in 1971 and divorced in 1986. I think that’s right. That’s fifteen years. Long story short they were Brooklyn hippie types in the 70’s and by the 80’s Dad, a carpenter, had a side hustle as a criminal specializing in stealing, cocaine dealing, and violence. He may have been bipolar though, who knows? Now that I’m an adult and can barely handle one absolute gift from Heaven, just one kid, I just can’t imagine being a father of five all before the age of 30. My twin brother and I were the last born for my Mom. Just having ONE set of twins is crazy and challenging, although there are the positives too. We kept eachother company. Kids are expensive though and you got to do what you got to do. Probably don’t break laws though because it ends in disaster. He went on to have a second marriage and two more kids. Married the stripper he was cheating on my Mom with. My half brother Nicholas ended up hanging himself in jail. Oddly proud to report though he left behind (well that part sucks) “mixed race” children. Oreos. Half black, half white. Seriously though it makes me smile knowing my family tree is the true American dream, well not the prosperous part, but the melting pot culture and genetics of it all. My half sister also has mixed Spanish children so another win!!! Tried to meet her after my Dad died from lung cancer at the age of 64, but only made it to a couple of phone calls before she balked. On the phone while talking about family history she told me her Mom died of a heroin overdose on the day her first was born. I feel like all I’m writing is horrible dark things, but I swear it’s not all doom and gloom over here. This is a sign to get back to Phish and 12/30 talk.

So being a child of divorce (“Child of Divorce” is the name of one of my previously mentioned friend Major Input’s drummer, album for his progressive metal band “So Is The Tongue”. He got kicked out of that band because of his drug abuse issues. He lived in the same neighborhood as me. Around the block from me. I knew of his drug use because he was also friends with two of my childhood best friends and used to use together. Bustin died on December 30th 2015. He told his parents he was going to see the new Star Wars film “The Force Awakens” that night. I hope he did because it was pretty good, but he also copped at some point. Major Input used to practice in his basement in a room his parents built for his drumming called “The Vault”. Not sure the facts here, but at one point someone told me he died on Kurt’s Fender Rhodes that was in The Vault. Now I’m thinking that may have been a gallows humor joke. Maybe Kurt said there was puke on the keys for some reason? I don’t know because now I’m remembering someone told me Bustin’s Mom found him in his bedroom upstairs when she couldn’t wake him and realized the rigor mortis had set in. Why am I dwelling on all this darkness?…just realizing looking at the start of this paragraph that I wanted to simply say My Attorney and I both bonded because we are children of divorce.

Coming from a broken home was always such an issue for me and now here I am with the same fate. My worst nightmare come true. I’ve been separated for over two years now. My son’s mother came from divorce too. Her parents were Staten Island hippies. Well her Mom was born in 1950. They are The Beatles Generation for sure. Her Mom is incredible though, although nowadays she is battling Alzheimer’s. Her Mom gave me her record collection which included a bunch of Grateful Dead records. She was part of the original fan club. She was a big Jefferson Airplane fan too. Oddly she had a lot of Barbara Streisand records too. Elton John too. She worked at Chemical Bank in NYC. She worked her way up from being a secretary to a loan officer. They eventually offered her an early retirement package. She told me back in, as she says it, “the day” with a sparkle in her green Irish eyes, she would drop acid at work. Yes, at work. At a bank. They called her “Buttercup”. She said she would take lunch breaks and play frisbee in the park. Their marriage broke up because of drugs too. Her father got into heroin and she left him. She said she was always an upper girl. She loved cocaine in the 1980’s. Looking to me like that is a common progression for people of their generation. Maybe that’s where all the gateway drug talk starts about marijuana? Hard to blame pot though, a soft drug for the hard drug use. That’s a choice an individual makes. Could be argued because when pot is illegal and demonized people tried it, realized they were being lied to, then said, well maybe those other drugs aren’t so bad either. What’s crazy to me is just how much heroin surrounds me and impacts my life and I’ve never done it. I’ve tried opiate pills medicinally in the form of percocets and was on them for like two weeks after a hernia surgery so I kind of get it, but I don’t. Those are 5mg and my friends got hooked on oxycontins which were 80mg. So that’s 16 percocets in one pill. I had one once, got all itchy and queasy and hated it thank The Lord. Boy am I off track.

12/30/2025 Phish MSG Holiday Run Night 3

What’s blowing my mind right now is all 20,000 people at Phish on 12/30 including the employees have these similar back stories. Dirty Laundry we aren’t supposed to talk about in public. As dieheard fans we know Trey’s dirty laundry as far as drugs with whispers of Page dabbling in the hard stuff too. All gossip so who knows, but have heard it said Mike was a coke guy at some point. Personally never really hear Fishman hard drug stories, just stories about him taking LSD for like a year straight in college. I guess because I’m traumatized I’m always looking for what trauma made this person like that to try and explain certain behaviors. My Mom was adopted so from the get go she felt like she was unwanted. As relates to Phish Fishman was adopted. Both Trey and Mike’s parents got divorced. I’ve never heard about Page’s trauma. Just hear nice things like his Dad helped invent Tylenol. He is definitely the shy one of the group. He brings the elegance to the band. 

Phish to me are a bridge between me and my parents including my Stepfather. He was born in 1958. Zeppelin guy that loves Clapton, Allman Brothers, Yes, and Emerson, Lake, & Palmer. As a fan Phish offered a musical history education. They still do! I didn’t know that “Cream” song by Prince. My soon to be ex-wife  did though when I asked her about it today. She used to be my show going partner. We were both kids raised by Rock N Roll loving parents. Having thoughts that people might want to blame Rock N Roll and it’s emphasis on drugs for these broken families and I don’t think that’s the case. Sure The Beatles started their journey on amphetamines, booze, and cigarettes, then found grass, then LSD, then cocaine and heroin crept in. So that’s a model, but the feeling of Rock N Roll is freedom and frenzy. The uncaging of spirit. Sure, it’s not socially conservative and Elvis’s pelvis made waves and pearls were clutched, but Rock N Roll is also a confirmation that there is a soul. These musicians are sharing their spirits with us. There are a lot of love songs in Rock too. Sure there are lust songs too. Now thinking about Phish and how Trey present day post sobriety is accused of writing love and light songs and phans constantly complain about the positivity, but I contend that fans who have been through the wringer of life can relate and appreciate the positivity and love in the songs after such dark times. 

While we were on the train ride up My Attorney said he wanted to hear a “Drift While You Are Sleeping”. There is too much hate for this love song on internet message boards. First off, it’s kind of proggy. Has echoes of reggae and 70’s Clapton. When I look at the 12/30/2025 Phish setlist this is the only slow song or ballad and it’s the encore, not even in either of the main two sets. I said I wanted to hear a “Soul Planet”. I have never heard one live. It is considered a cheeseball “Soul Cycle” love and light song by Trey, but it has a solid history of bringing the jams.

Let’s just get to the point and and go song by song of 12/30’s setlist instead of going through some random phan’s friendsand family history:

Set One:

1. Chalkdust Torture: opened the show with arguably Phish’s best and most Rock N Roll song from the early 90’s

2. Moma Dance: Phish 97 funk era song. If you see a lot of shows this song can be played out, but in this show it’s an interesting placement being in a sandwich because they segue in and out of back to….

3. Chalkdust Torture: end of song 

4. Back on the Train: More rock and roll chugging along. Bonus points for it deepening the NYE Gag theories and at very least brought associations of Trey and Mike and their PSA for the NYC Metro system 

5. Axilla Part II: More high energy rock and roll. On a personal note cathartic for me, well at least had me trying to work out my marital issues in my head with the lines “And I wish it could be back the other way/What’s dissolved ain’t coming back today”-it’s push to have me keep on keeping on. This is dark but in 2023 when my marriage was first falling apart I checked myself into the a brief like six hour stay in the emergency room for thoughts of suicide-the permanent solution to a temporary problem. The easy way out. The selfish act that just passes your sadness along to anyone who has ever loved you. On a non-personal level I just love both Axillas. The first one is post apocalyptic Gamehendge dropping the buzzard, (is that a dead famous mockingbird?) with truly psychedelic lyrics that I wished I asked Trey about for insight when he did the Ask Trey for Sirius XM. Also wanted to know if it is true that when Phish was making Hoist which is seen by the band’s attempt for mainstream popularity that Axilla II was born out of a record executive note and push for them to be less weird than they are and have accessible lyrics. If that is true, well then I have to say that they succeeded. The imagery of sitting by the pool in the summer is a nice setting for this song. Maybe because of the selling out of the original psychedelic Gamehendge adjacent original version is why Axilla II was shelved after being played regularly im 1994 and 1995 until 2021. So like there was a 26 year gap for this. Nowadays it’s the regular version and Axilla I is the rarity. On Hoist though despite this possibility entirely made up selling out theory, Phish still made sure the song was psychedelic by adding the coda not originally associated with Axilla I. This spacey dark matter coda set is the first overtly trippy moment of 12/30/2025

6. Divided Sky: Arguably Trey’s compositional masterpiece when all is said and done. His prettiest. Also Gamehendge adjacent, but lyrically rooted in Trey and Tom tripping on mushrooms (?) (think I heard that ask Trey or Tom) at the Rhombus and the sky opening up. Deeply philosophical phrase, Divided Sky when thinking about “The Man in the Sky”, meaning God, and the Tower of Babel like religions of the world

7. Blaze On: The only 3.0 song of the first set. 2015’s message of hope song is an another modern day rocker. Was really frustrating with the sound in section 309 so decided to do a full lap around the bridge during this song. 

8. Tube: lyrics ripped from Fishman’s 1980’s notebook. Funk and dance party song that ends rocking. Convinced my friend Ryan to do a lap with me during this song so he could get different perspectives of the show. 

9. Reba: another stone cold Phish classic. Lyrically it is playful, surreal, childlike, funny. The Reba jam, many phans feel like the Reba jam is Phishiest prettiest music. The jam is heavily influenced by Frank Zappa’s “Inca Roads”. When I came back from the lap with Ryan my friend Mike asked me to go for a lap. We were dancing the whole time and what blows my mind is our lap ended perfectly just as we got back to our section just as the Reba Jam ended.

10. Split Open and Melt: another stone cold Phish classic. Lyrically already trippy, complex compositionally, and the jam nowadays is basically Phish’s version of the Grateful Dead’s “Dark Star” adjacent “Space” that in modern times showcases just how psychedelic their lighting director can get. Often feels like Phish is trying or actually is making contact with aliens

Set Two:

1. Ghost: unusual placement, nice!!! from the getgo the band is jamming full on interplay listener to eachother locked in. Not the funk funk funk, but patient jamming, laid back but thoughtful. Cerebral. Same feeling as the next two songs really. Which isn’t a band thing. The flow is on.

2. Ruby Waves: personally I saw the debut of this song in 2008 at a TAB show at The Higher Ground in VT. Honestly without the jam I wasn’t a fan at first. Just seemed cheesey in regards to the thoughts on what happens to you when you die, Now I can appreciate it as one of the first songs that encourages stepping away from active addiction “escaping from the prison of lies” and becoming more in tune and connected to God

3. Light: read this was inspired by Eckhart Tolle and the book “The Power of Now”. So New Age spirituality influenced. “Light” was among the first batch of songs Trey debuted after August 7th 2008 at the Music Hall of Williamsburg in Brooklyn , NY venue capacity of 650. This is one of the few shows i’ve been shut out of. Same day he debuted “Gone” which was played by Phish once in 12-31-2010. It’s a sad song, minor key, about recovery. “When hope is nearly lost, you’ll finally do what’s right, stop bleeding from your head anymore. The devil has you down so turn around and rise into the light.” Can be seen as preach or overly religious for a Phish show. I’ll tell you what though, was lucky enough to see Trey play this solo on piano in 2010 in Princeton as part of an acoustic show that featured The Scorchio String Quintet. It was right after Phish Halloween 2010. In December Trey released an EP of songs from this show for free that is on LivePhish. Another one off song he debuted that night that I love from a singer songwriter standpoint and human being that struggles with addiction is a song called “Julie” that he wrote with I think her name is Amanda Green, the woman he collaborated with for “Hands on a Hardbody” Trey’s Broadway play. There is a video on youtube of it. It’s about getting sober. Back to Williamsburg, he also debuted “Greyhound Rising”. Another serious about getting back in the saddle. “Valentine” with the chorus is “release the ropes around your neck”. I cannot believe Phish has not played this one. I think I read somewhere this was the first song Trey wrote during the early stages of recovery. The images though are very trippy and could be wrong but Trey seems to be writing about what it feels like to be the conduit for thousands of phans collective consciousness and their energy systems all coming together as energy that he processes through this physical body while jamming.

4. Crosseyed and Painless: The first three songs of this set were all building to this peak of explosive energy. Talking Heads were basically coke fueled in the 80’s but still lyrically LSD inspired. This song is about tripping. When this started on 12/30 it worked as a transcendent dance party. Just about everybody I was with was throwing down as hard as they could. Sure seemed like all members of Phish were too. Aggressive. I’m convinced they because my friend Kurt came. This is the moment he actually threw down out a Phish show and enjoyed himself. 

5. Twist: A cool down of sorts because let’s be honest that Crosseyed energy is just unsustainable, but still they kept exploring good musically and the whoos were a nice release after the tension of Crosseyed

6. Cavern: Before this started Trey made it sound like this was the closer which Cavern is known for. Cavern, another Phish staple. Rocking with weird trippy lyrics. Surreal. Fantasy. A little funky too of courtesy of Mike’s bass playing 

7. First Tube: This is one of the few Phish songs my friend Ryan knows by name. It’s because he learned it on guitar at some point from another one of his phishy friends. He expressed to me before the show he hoped they played this. To fakeout encore and get this bonus just felt like a gift. And it’s atypically exploratory musically like the first three songs of this set.

Encore:

After “First Tube” ended I screamed something like “Feeeeeee, please! I haven’t seen it in like 20 yeeaars! last one I saw was Camden 09 and only one before that was Starlake 03. You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you get what you need. 

Drift While Your Sleeping: Any song that is a dance number gets bitched about being piayed at Phish shows. Phish shows are known for their dance parties. This show as a whole is more cerebral than dance party. It’s one of those shows that has relisten value for when you are by yourself driving, walking, sitting and listening, whatever. Drift is indeed an epic song and the message is about the power of love. it’s not all peaches and cream, but our days are fleeting anyway. “we move through stormy weather, we know that our days are few, and we dream and struggle together and love will carry us though”. I don’t man, i was struggling hard all year and I really needed that song on 12/30 so for me it just showcases how Phish is always one step ahead of its phans. in the words of Robert Hunter:

“What do you want me to do

To do for you to see you through?

A box of rain will ease the pain

And love will see you through

Just a box of rain, wind and water

Believe it if you need it

If you don’t, just pass it on”

To hear phans bashing this show or song is crazy talk to me, and if you have read this you must know i’m well versed in crazy.

Also I was completely sober for this show. I just think when you have tripped in the past you get that spider sense of the x factor. This show is x factor Phish to me. I should concede maybe I’m so high on this show and had such a spiritual experience is because I hadn’t seen them in a while and this was my first show of the run. That being said shows like this are why I go to Phish shows.

Thank you Trey and thank you Phish. I walked out of that show spiritually tuned up and refreshed. God bless and long live The Phish. Post show glow fo sure.

p.s. Thought exercise. If this was the only show you ever saw and could only listen to what does Phish do at other shows that is missing from this one?

Comedy? 20+ minute jams? More ballads? More genre bending? Bustouts? 

“Beans To Forge On” (First Draft)

September 1, 2025

“God Only Knows Mr. Wilson, Surf’s Up”

June 11, 2025

The Beach Boys “The Smile Sessions” came out on October 31st 2011, a little over a month after my son was born. Listened to this with him for about a year straight. Good, good, good vibrations.

It’s Brian Wilson’s finally completed masterpiece, his answer to The Beatles “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” album.

Brian literally lost his mind in 1967 trying to compete with The Beatles and the album was never finished properly until they finally went back to the original masters and pieced all of this psychedelic masterpiece together in 2011.

There as so many layers to this album, so many sounds, so many harmonies. It’s glorious.

He actually released a solo non-Beach Boys, Brian Wilson Presents “Smile” album in 2004 with an orchestra. Excellent, but straight forward. Doesn’t have the weirdness and the bells and whistles. My “music professor” from college Tim, really just my friend Tim that opened up a lot of doors by sharing his experience and record collection with me, hipped me to the story of Brian Wilson. Was working at the Arts Center in Holmdel, NJ when Brian Wilson released that version and toured with an orchestra. My friend Tim went to the show with one of his girlfriends. Pretty sure she was a lawyer. Pretty sure her name was Julie. Show was actually not sold out the lawn was sparse. The Arts Center holds approximately 17,000 people so even so thousands were there. It was just a slow show beerwise. Just looked up the setlist, August 12th 2005, he played 43 songs that night! How was that just about 20 years ago already!?! Was a beer runner at the time and stole some beers from the fridge, put them in my belt line like an adolescent boy would do, and snuck them out to the lawn. Was sitting there with Tim and his girlfriend on the lawn, at night, enjoying a beer and Brian Wilson presenting “Smile” when my boss at the time, Clete, walks right passed me while I was drinking on the job and basically grabs me by the ear and made me clock out for the night. Didn’t lose my job though!

God Only Knows Mr. Wilson, Surf’s Up 🏄‍♂️ 🎶 🌊

“Bro, Homie, Friend”

June 8, 2025

Bro, Homie, Friend

Multiple ways to say the same thing 

Choices upon choices grammatical trends

Confidantes, those close to our hearts

Building us up

Understanding where and when we go dark

Being there caring 

Dissecting 

Inquiring 

Admiring 

Mutually helping, finding

Remembering who we were and laughing at the past

The falls, cuts, scrapes 

The wins, victories, accomplished feats

Friend, Homie, Bro

As above and so below

May the light sop up the bloodied leaves of our chapters

And the Spring roses pop and bloom

Summer on the horizon 

Swimming pools and water balloons ready to resume

“You…Stabbed Yourself?”

May 19, 2025

Was loading a bulky garbage item, a couch that had to be cut in half because it was too big to maneuver down stairs into my sport utility vehicle and an errant nail punctured my calf.

Found out there is a place called the Monmouth County Reclamation Center in Tinton Falls, NJ at 6000 Asbury Ave. Went there to drop off the couch and upon entering they take your license to prove you are indeed a Monmouth County resident. They also weigh your vehicle going in and then again going out. They charge you $6.40 for every 100 lbs.

Went to the Doctor’s Office in Matawan, NJ because after the bloodletting I realized I haven’t had a Tetanus shot in a long time despite being a mailman who was bit by a dog and told that I should get one every 10 years. “Lock Jaw isn’t fun”, I was told. Talked to the Doctor and she said your throat muscles could seize up and you could have respiration failure which results in the expiration of your life!

When initially I got to the Doctor’s Office and asked if I could make an appointment the receptionist asked, “What for?” I blurted out, “I stabbed myself”. She gave me a quizzical look, and half smile and repeated back slowly, “You…stabbed yourself?”

“Abduction”

May 16, 2025

Noided

Behemoth
Blank Out
Bottom Feeder
Drifting Outwards
Underlying Cracks
Chuggernaut
Crossed Wires
System Glitch
Magnetic Pulses
Devoid of Current
Floating Backwards
Slow Glow
Terroroid
Alien Overlords
Drone Sludge
Moving Into Frame
Peaking In Darkness
Seeing Through Darkness
Warning Imminent
Speed Queen
Pinging Beyond

Noided

Abduction

  • This found poem is the tracklist to my old friend Derek Karlquist’s new album “Abduction” under his artist name “d_goods” which was put out by the UK based Noided record label.

Here’s a link to his link tree:

Here are four links to this album found on that link tree:

  1. Bandcamp
  1. Spotify
  1. Apple Music
  1. YouTube:

Here’s what the artist had to say about his album taken from his Bandcamp page:

“I recorded this album entirely on my modular synth and almost entirely all to 2-track, only using the computer for capturing, edits and mastering.”

Here’s what his record label Noided had to say about this album:

“Los Angeles-based producer and audio engineer d_goods steps into the spotlight with his debut album, a raw and immersive journey into modular synthesis. After spending over 20 years working behind the scenes in major studios, primarily in rock and pop, d_goods now brings his deep passion for synthesis to the forefront.

This album was crafted entirely on modular synth, embracing a performance-driven approach that captures the energy and unpredictability of the moment. The result is a gripping sci-fi soundscape that tells the story of aliens revealing themselves, conducting mass abductions, and one character’s ultimate escape into space.

An immersive record that pulses and punches in equal measure.”

Here’s what I have to say about “found poetry” and my personal experience of d_goods “Abduction” full length 21 track hour long ethereal extravaganza musical masterpiece work of art:

I received a physical copy in the mail earlier this month. It actually came from England, so it came from the Royal Mail. Monarchial Mail.

I hadn’t even listened to the album yet and I was already fascinated and inspired. Art inspires art, or at least thought. I love the artwork, psychedelic. Man even the tracklist is a “found poem” containing worlds of thought in each title!

What is a “found poem”? That means I saw some words and thought, “Hmmm, that’s actually a poem!” It’s kind of like taking a picture. You see something and think, “Hmmm, that’s interesting and beautiful” and use your eyes to put something in a frame.

I first became friends and a fan of Derek back In high school. My close friend Joe Santo was the drummer for his high school band “Hy-Pon”. I have good memories of sitting in a garage listening to them rehearse while I played Nintendo 64’s “Mario Tennis” and discovered the character Waluigi was where It was at because of his larger racket. This was In 2001 so In the garage there were band’s of the time plastered on the walls for Inspiration. (I don’t know why my phone capitalizes every word with an “I” or how to turn off this “feature”. I tried In the past and It keeps coming back whomp whomp) Bands that stick out there were on the garage wall are “System of a Down”, “Static X”, “Powerman 5000”, and “The Deftones”. Hy-Pon was heavily influenced by The Deftones which explains why they were and listening back still are incredible! I think this stuff holds up! Teenagers and people in their twenties have a way of expressing themselves with their songs of innocence that seem to ring eternal to the human condition. Also, I hope to one day to be able to play electric guitar the way Derek figured out how to as a teenager roughly 24 years ago! Time Is Winged.

Came to the realization that I’ve been a taper for a good amount of time today. “Taper” is a kind word for “bootlegger”. “Bootleg Taper” means lo-fi amateur hour. I have included links to a show I videotaped circa 2001 of Hy-Pon at one of their shows at Club Bene in South Amboy, NJ on Route 35. God, the lyrics to the first song on this bootleg I STILL love:

“Through the air I feel free
Beauty defines what this meant to me
Don’t want it to end
Mistakes are hard to correct”

Derek and I also worked at the Arts Center together in Holmdel, NJ for Aramark. I was running kegs of beer though while Derek was running the kitchen, managing.

But that’s old stuff, this new “d_goods” album is truly D GOODS man! Each track a little universe, as a whole album it just flows and has a vibe. It’s a true work of art. I really can’t believe he only used two tracks for each track! It’s just so layered and full. It’s quite the journey. Thank you Derek! Love it!!! 💗 🎶

“Found Poem: Comments Compliments of Friends of Bill”

May 12, 2025

Stay til the miracle happens

“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck…..
It’s probably a duck.”
For newcomers who aren’t sure they are in the right place. You don’t end up at AA meetings by accident.

On celebrating 26 years of sobriety “Good start!”.

Q-TIP….Quit Taking it Personally.

The difference between God and I is; God never thinks he’s me.

Judge not lest you be judged! Just another way of saying Live and let Live or Mind your own business. Boy that is a tough one

FEAR- face everything and recover.

We will intuitively know how to handle a situation which used to baffle us(a promise in the book)…and…Hang out at the barber shop long enough and you’re eventually gonna get a haircut…

Don’t quit 15 minutes before the miracle happens! And…. “Don’t forget where you met me!”

Pause when agitated

The 12 steps are our tool box to recovery

an old timer once told me people go back out and drink again it’s because they worked their steps backwards

  1. Pray for the willingness to be willing.
  2. You can’t pound a square peg into a round hole.
  3. We have a wrench for every nut that walks through the door.
  4. I’m not your emotional tampon.
  5. “The people that piss you off the most, teach you the most.”
  6. It’s a good thing that everybody isn’t effed up on the same day. – my old sponsor
  7. You’ve got to let go to grow… and… go where you grow.

That’s it for now.

The elevator to sobriety is out of order. Use the steps.

only have to make it one day at a time

If you want things to change, you are going to have to change some things.

PPL. Pause/Ponder/Learn

Let us love you until you can love yourself…

Life gets gooder and gooder

Life Sux Better Sober

Took me a long time to understand the 1st drink gets you drunk….

My worst day sober is still better than my best day drunk

Pause, pray, and proceed

Relapse is not part of recovery, it’s lack of recovery!!!!

Never Forget where I came from….I’m 38 years one moment in time !…28/4/1987 ..”God” Bless ☘️🙏

Don’t shut the door on the past!

there’s an easier way

easy does it

You can lead a horse to water and you CAN’T make him drink,..but you CAN make him awful thirsty!!!

You can lead a human to knowledge, but you can’t make them think

K.I.S.S. Keep it simple stupid

one day at a time

Don’t quit before you get your miracle

Not a comment, but something I have to share. I lived on a smallish Island off Miami for many of my drinking years, in fact, some of my worst drinking years. I was a reporter for the local newspaper so I was everywhere, at every party and function. It seemed like everyone who wasn’t a tourist knew me. But one day I had enough. I was dating a guy who didn’t drink but never talked about it. But that day I said I had had enough and asked him why he didn’t drink. He said he, too, had enough one day three years previously, and got sober in AA. He asked if I wanted to go to a meeting that night and I said yes. Later, we walked into a local church fellowship hall. It was full of people I knew or recognized. All of a sudden people started yelling out, Robin, we’ve been waiting for you! I knew then I was home. That night was almost 36 years ago, and I’ve been sober every moment… gratefully sober, happily sober. I hope everyone seeking sobriety sticks it out long enough to receive this gift from all the former drunks

Don’t take yourself so seriously

It didn’t take a Day

In the serenity prayer it says… “wisdom to know the difference “. When I first got here my sponsor had me say… “why I so dumb”

EGO- Edging God Out!

Never forget that while you’re in these rooms, your addiction is doing push ups in the parking lot

I came for fear of drinking. I stay for love of sobriety

Wear life like a loose garment

Is that odd or is that God

I as in for Illness, We as in Wellness!

“The Power behind me is greater than the problem in front of me@

Acceptance is the answer to all my past problems today

I don’t care what you’re ‘feeling’….what are you doing ? ? ?

👍😎🙂…keep comin’ back !

My drug of choice is MORE

my drug of choice was yes

I came for my drinking and stayed for my thinking. WECOVERY

I’m sailing uncharted waters

Two dead batteries can’t start a car – and under that skirt is a slip- blind men don’t go to movies

Let go let God

You’re right where you’re supposed to be. (An old sponsor’s reply to just about everything, good or bad).

We are not a glum lot

Remain teachable

First things first

I haven’t stolen any horses lately…,
But I haven’t forgot how to

One Day At a time

Keep coming back

Denial is de river in Egypt

Don’t should on me

If you don’t change, your sobriety date will

Easy does it!

Compared to what?

I always heard “be where your feet are” meaning stay in the present, not the past, not the future. I was going to get a bee tattoo on the top of my foot as a reminder but decided I’m too old for that

compared to being in the past or in the future. Stay in the present. But I always heard be where your feet are – which hopefully is also in motion, in service, doing for others

G ift
O f
D espair

G ift
O f
D esperation

Grow
O r
D ie

Trust God Clean House Help Others

I had 13 good years of sobriety once and than I turned 14

Get a higher power, but don’t make it a door knob as door knobs have a way of turning on you

Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly

Bring your body around, your mind will follow

keep coming back

just for today

Just keep doing the next right thing….

I’ve heard, ‘just do the next indicated thing’. Think I’ll take yours & mix it in, ‘Just keep doing the next indicated right thing’

If you don’t remember your last drink then you aren’t done yet

If drunk was better than sober then I’d still be drunk!

DONT DRINK DONT DIE

Don’t give up before the miracle ❤️

Two sickies don’t make a wellie

One day at a time

Half measures availed us nothing…

One is too many and a million ain’t enough

Be kind to the newcomer, they might sponsor you some day

Don’t believe the lie

if I thought it was a lie wouldn’t have hung around this long

It’s a very good start!

Getting my roots put down in good ground

“This is a program of ego DEEEEflation!!”

God’s still in the business of making miracles!

Amen

crazy as rain. ☔️ one old sponsor would say…

Every AA birthday my sponsor says to me, another year of sobriety unmarred by a single day of growth! In jest obviously…

When I have 1 foot in yesterday and the other foot in tomorrow, I’m pissing on today

I’m a winner every day I don’t pick up a drink!

One Day At a Time (ODAAT.)

The less said the fewer amends one needs to make🙏🥰

The promises come true

In the morning, I pray
“God? Please get in my head before I do”

EGBOK everything is going to be ok

Don’t drink no matter what

No matter what

Relax, God’s in Charge

“Thank God for AA, and thank AA for God!”

Progress, not perfection

Keep your side of the street clean

My late, great, alcoholic in recovery, I once heard tell a friend of Bill “you see, the contents of the bottle is not the problem with the alcoholics. The problem lies in what goes on between the left ear and the right ear.” as a non-alcoholic who loved him then and loves him still, I always thought that was a rather profound statement.

KCB

You are a miracle! 🙏

Live and Let Live

Stop with the keep coming back, just stay!!!

Sober up, locked up, covered up

If they came up with a pill you could take where you could drink as much as you want and not get drunk, an alcoholic would ask, “what happens if I take two?”

In the beginning:

One day at a time.
There is a solution.
This too shall pass.
Keep it simple.
Let go and let God.
and etc…

These days, the above plus:

There’s a long road of reconstruction ahead.
It’s not an overnight matter.
It should continue for a lifetime.

Clean house, trust your HP, help others

Love and tolerance is our code

Don’t give up before the miracle!

Desperation and hope got me sober. Going to meetings and being of service keeps me sober.

Every day is a bonus!!!

“your defects are like your fingernails- they keep growing and you have to keep clipping them back”

Your mind is like a parachute, it works when it’s open
The past is like your ass, it’s behind
you

The evolution of FEAR:

  1. F EVERYTHING AND RUN, 2. FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL, 3. FACE EVERYTHING AND RECOVER

90 in 90 …

Keep it green!

If I’m uncomfortable, something is wrong with me.

You still have it, it’s alcoholISM not alcoholWASM !!

On 13th stepping:
“The odds are good, but the goods are odd” 🤣

“There are no rules in AA, just a lot of people to explain them”

My sponsor always said “just breathe”

bring the body the mind will follow!

“Don’t get too good for AA”, Feelings aren’t facts, Rock bottom is when you decide to stop digging, Nothing is so bad a drink can’t make worse, but most importantly, Welcome Home!

Surrender to win

Acceptance is the key to everything in my life today.

Do you accept injustice?

“It’s just a (expletive) list!” — talking about taking too long with writing the 4th step.

Recovery delivers everything addiction promises

I’m no poster child for mental health

Dating in the rooms: the odds are good, but the goods are odd!

Our misery is 100% refundable

“The first time I heard the phrase “cunning, baffling and powerful ” I thought they were talking about me”…..R.I.P.. Detox Don

What’s the difference between an alcoholic and a drunk? An alcoholic goes to meetings!!!

This too Shall Pass

“AA may not make you stop drinking, but it will sure ruin it for you,” hahahaha

Pertaining to relationships, 2 dead battery’s won’t start a car!!!
You come in here with 1 asshole, Don’t leave with 2…

AA is not a hotbed of mental health. lol AA is great for getting people sober. Many of us have issues that need therapy

I’m allergic to alcohol!! Every time I drink it I break out in a drunk

I break out in handcuffs

and that!!

anything said about me behind my back, is none of my business

Everything I ever ‘let go’ of, had fingernail marks!

  • “No is a complete sentence”.
  • “Bloom where you are planted”.
  • “Keep it simple sweetheart”.
  • “Take the cotton out of your ears and put it into your mouth”.
  • “Think think think”.
  • “Sit down shutup and listen”.
  • “Just do the next right thing”.
  • “What ever you put before your soberity, you will lose”.
  • “Plan your day around your meetings, not your life around your meetings”.

You can’t think your way into better living you Must live your way into better thinking

It’s not the amount of time in recovery it’s the amount of recovery in your time

Don’t believe everything you think!

If nothing changes, nothing changes

Keep myself right sized

Came to the rooms to get sober, in the rooms I found GOD

I’m just another Bozo on the Bus

Don’t take life too seriously, no one makes it out alive

Pain is mandatory, misery is optional

Anonymous member 486: pain is inevitable, suffering is optional

White flag or toe tag, your ego is not your amigo

You’re never alone!!

S. on
O. f
B. Itch
E. verythings
R. eal

Alcohol explains a lot, but excuses nothing

Alcoholics are ego maniacs with an inferiority complex

Get sober, get a job, and get the F’ out of here

Stand for something or fall for anything!
I didn’t get here spinning cotton candy!

“This place is like one big monkey wrench…it’ll fit any nut”

A friend from early recovery said in a meeting, “When I want an answer to a problem I don’t go to my head”

Long term sobriety comes from
Don’t drink and
Don’t die..

I’m here because I’m not all there

I got so drunk I couldn’t hit the floor with my damn hat !!

the monkeys off my back but the circus is still in town

We’re only as sick as the secrets we keep

The only moment in time you have is this one. Stay in the now!

If you’re too busy to pray then you’re too busy

“I didn’t get sober to spend the rest of my life in a church basement”

Time takes time.

I’m just one drink away from being a drunk

I can, but we can

Are you going to try some controlled drinking?

Pain is the touchstone of all spiritual growth

Pain is progress

Alcoholics have an infinite capacity for self deception

Happy Destiny!

K.I.S.S is one that helps me. You know we have a tendency to overthink and over complicate things!!

Heavy Does It

It was all in fun like rule 62

it was decades ago

I am responsible

Yesterday is history tomorrow is a mystery

My brain wants me dead, but will settle for me drunk!!

my disease wants me drunk, but will settle for misery!

I feel like I just went to a meeting.
Thankyou everyone for all the reminders!!!

H old
On
Pain
E nds

One drink is too many-
1,000 drinks is never enough.
Congratulations!

You either is or you ain’t

Always remember, an AA meeting is like an Orgy, you always feel better when you leave, you are just not sure who to thank

Nothing, absolutely nothing happens in God’s world by mistake…

H. onesty
O. open-mindedness
W. illingness.

G. ood
O. rderly
D. irection.

“I’m not one wanting to leave the Earth right now.”

Do I want to be right or do I want to be happy?

Show me your friends, I’ll show you your future

Feelings aren’t facts

I was a horrible higher power

H.P….Give me what I need, show me what to do…..

If you are sponsoring yourself, then you are putting your trust in a fool

(Jesus is my sponsor)

Not a one-liner, but

I got dry with the first three steps;

Sober with the next 6;

And I maintain my sobriety with the last three.

The opposite of addiction is connection.

“Whatever you think is going on right now, that’s not what’s going on.” (Calm down, relax, chill)

You may not know what God’s will is, but you know what it ISN’T!

sober up a horse thief and he steals a better breed of horses

When you get run over by a train, it ain’t the caboose that kills you

Hang in there baby

My best thinking got me here

HALT, are you
Hunger,angry,lonely or tired

‘Let go and let God’ for me also. Congrats!

Victims never recover

God gave you two ears, two eyes, and only one mouth for a reason 👂 👀 👄 👂

“Marzipan”

May 6, 2025

marzipan

inflation deflations just trust in the love of the art from the start backtracking broken eyes light shatters matters of family urkeled and jaleeled even keeled never worried about the next meal betrayed apologized but can’t keep doing it again

friends trying to help and hurting but let’s see where this lands tough love not my place be gentle and kind unwind the divine and shine thine eyes have seen the and know where it belongs 

communication from a sleek black whisperer tailed one stomach telling him to resort to yelling, marzipan

“Baby Balloon”

May 2, 2025

“No More Mondays”

April 30, 2025

Our head clerk retired from the post office yesterday after 37 years!
The bees in the hive are buzzing around now with myriad fears
They say everyone is replaceable that’s why your family is first
Having serious doubts she’s replaceable, she was a big cog in our machine, this hurts
She’s the one who knew all the schemes
If someone had a question of how to do things the right way or what was what, “Just go ask Debra…” was a common theme
Learning over and over again recently you never know what you have until it’s gone
Wishing Debra the happiest of life after her postal career, like Neo in the Matrix, when she rearranged the missorted letters, we realized she was The One

*I changed horses midstream December 1st 2021 from the office setting of a trucking company after ten years doing data input and answering phones, basically a secretary. I then moved to the oversize overweight permit department working with The State. I started my new career at the USPS as a CCA which means “City Carrier Assistant”.

It was Christmas time. Towards the end of the month Debra had baked and hand crafted goodie bags for everybody at our branch of the giant tree that is the American Post Office. Each goodie bag contained an assortment of various treats, each a universe of deliciousness. Although I had just started there and was brand new on the totem pole at the very bottom I still received a goodie bag. Christmas Spirit? Maybe, but when I told Debra how much I appreciated that gesture yesterday and how it made me feel included and welcomed she said, “Well, I was taught you never leave anybody out”.

“Cat Food Can Sticking It’s Tongue Out At Me With The Awaiting Crunchies For Meat Symbolizing Union of The Big Mind, the little mind, and Collective Conscious”

April 26, 2025

“We ❤️ The Man Upstairs”

April 23, 2025

“don’t feel like you are done it will come to you”

April 20, 2025

I went tumbling down a hill and stepped into a snake hole

these things must happen

electric callboy

I look back and God rained down blessings on me my whole life

he was waiting for me to find him

he was so patient

you don’t need to be

he is

don’t feel like you are done it will come to you” —

**this “poem” was ripped from Volpe’s lips!

“Bee Gotten Sun, The Stung One”

April 20, 2025

the new creation
we are as far from sin as the east is to the west
our eyes are fixed on the eternal hope
resurrection
secured Hope
a living Hope
from the dead
in hearted
inherited
secured in Heaven
your future is Joy
by Grace you will be saved
not of works should anyone boast
fervent prayers
dead people cannot raise themselves
we are dead in our trespasses and sin
Jesus had to offer us the way of salvation
there’s some pretty bad people out there
i’m not doing too bad
i’m living an okay life
but none of us live up to the perfection of God
I don’t care if you attend Church every Sunday morning
we are all dead in our sin and trespasses
we can not save ourselves
Salvation isn’t by works because the work has already been completed on the cross
He’s offered us forgiveness
we are called to receive Grave by Faith
we can believe Jesus was who he said he was
surrending your life to Christ is recognizing, “Lord I cannot save myself”
God who is rich in mercy sent his son Jesus
You can be alive through salvation
“He who hears my words…”
Don’t harden your heart towards grace and salvation
Jesus is rich in salvation and grace
His kindness knows no bounds
it’s a simple crying out
Thank you that i’m a new creation in Christ
Amen

Bee Gotten Sun, The Stung One

*This “poem” ripped from Pastor Colin’s lips!
**Thank you Volpe & The Quartey family🙏

“Life and Death Situations According to (ALWAYS CONSIDER THE SOURCE) Artificial Intelligence and a Punchline”

April 4, 2025

Moses is believed to have died around 1270 BCE on Mount Nebo at the age of 120 within sight of The Promised Land and his burial place is unknown

Siddhartha Gautama, The Buddha, died at the approximate age of 80 BCE near the city of Kushinagara in northern India,  from an illness, traditionally believed to have been caused by tainted pork

Jesus likely died on Friday, April 3rd, some scholars say in the year AD33, he was approximately 33, at a place outside of Jerusalem called Golgotha, also known as “the place of the skull”, which is often referred to as Calvary. Jesus died by crucifixion, a Roman method of execution where a person is nailed to a cross and left to die, with the most likely cause of death being asphyxiation or a combination of factors including blood loss and severe stress. In Christian belief, Jesus died only once on the cross, and was resurrected, not dying a second time. After his resurrection, he ascended into heaven, fulfilling his promise to his disciples

Muhammad reportedly died in Medina of a brief illness on June 8, 632 at the approximate age of 62 or 63 after returning from the Farewell Pilgrimage to Mecca, crying repeating over and over and over “Take Care of the Women”

Jerry Garcia died in a rehab named “Serenity Knolls” in Forest Knolls, California in the United States of America on August 9th 1995 at the age of 53

On average, approximately 150,000 people die worldwide each day from various causes, with cardiovascular diseases and infectious diseases being the leading causes. 

Globally, approximately 360,000 babies are born every day. 

The number one cause of birth? Sex.

“Absolutely Fucked”

April 1, 2025

Waiting in the station wagon while Mom runs to the store

Mr Mojo Risin singin about American Night in broad daylight

Crying as my collected ball of dog hair flies out the window

Shouldn’t that be a sin though?

Wind that thief not even caring

Must take pleasure in scattering

People chasing what was plucked

Just that feeling of being absolutely fucked

“Fresh Produce”

March 13, 2025

“Fresh Out of Produce”

One of my favorite dreams I’ve ever had was sitting in a movie theatre throwing oranges at the screen 

The theatre dark

Film rolling with that mechanical whir

Oh how that dream did stir

Oh how poets mournfully and joyfully simultaneously use the word “oh”

Oh oh it’s magic, you know? Could you believe it’s not sow?

Fields of Peers, Ploo men

Jimbo Joyceian

Ulicious

The brain astonishes with what is remembered in the folds tucked away just waiting for that moment to unfold 

Wood ewe bee leave itz knot sew?

Oh how we know the operation’s ivy, leagues of “uhl aye gnow S eye dohnt gnough nuffin”

Energy, take warning, she she she’s a bombshell 

Go to hell, Go2Hell, in hell, went to hell,,,and….back

In the middle of a life, just after separating from a wife, still have a family, just expanded after fracture still about to capture luf in Annette

For Trice and his Dominatrix?

Don’t question the man upstairs 

Or whatever simple gender bending simplifying people’s try out while they are are dying for defining 

Categorizing, taxman’s taxonomy classifying the unclassifiable

Spilling beans by any way, witch, or means

Averages

A well placed comma, opening, scenes 

Say it simple, paradise is not lost Mr. Milton

No need to be fancy displaying egotistical games for egotistical gains satisfying narcissistic longing of padres long gone no need for that attention child you are healed now

Say it plain 

You enjoy throwing oranges in darkened movie theatre screens

Reasons entangled north and azul

It’s just fun to play with the music of words  maggot mothership connection tears of Edward pouring out of brain heart and soul through fingers 

4 no thing is good, unless you pleigh wit IT

Care-O-ack mimicked once again

Streem uf konshushness seemingly a bunch of nonsense 

Throwing oranges at the screen

Throwing oranges at the screen 

Oranges being thrown at me!

Oh what a joy!

Ode, not to Dejoy, but Thee Master of This Post

Dejoy is gone now at any weight and or rate

A manic attack unwrapped 

A gift, the present 

Hoping for smiles or to inspire another who would spend their precious time on these words sounds and rhymes

Throwing oranges at the screen

Throwing bananas at the screen

R ent yah gladd?

Pray goon tuz, questions

Krestions, yellow stereos typing

We are all one, divided with all this multiplying 

Midlife crisis 

Newly sober

Always been crazy

The opinions of others

Lost my wife 

Cheetahs in the jungle 

But I’m also guilty of too many beautiful spots 

At very least 

I’m a funkle

Love my son 

Don’t take me or him away

Music is medication 

Art therapy 

People get scared 

When you talk about God

Our deepest prayers

Tied in a knot

Koans and free forms 

Sirens and The Greys

Cosmic elves

Healing Energy 

Singing and dancing 

Only red about em

All I saw was was orange geometric shapes 

After a night in blacked out white on white little piece of paper spell 

“Only users lose drugs” Count Basie Red Bank, NJ 6th grade graduation present in the first five rows on the audience stage left, performer stage right, with B-Core and Mom, my core 

Bonnaroo Doktuh Jahn apreeshee8

Other hemisphere 

Other lobe

Everyone’s fighting 

All over the globe 

Madcap laughing 

Cid berates

If there’s one thing I’m sure of

It’s this body needs more sleep

Stress on the coal

Painted black as night

Cracks wide open 

Remixed culture 

Revealing blud $ diamonds 

On bands of everlasting gold

Miss Fleicher said 

The symbolism there 

Is you can drop gold in acid 

It will never disappear 

Look I know I’m crazy, but so is everybody else 

Who’s better at hiding it?

Who’s not hurting himself?

Or others? Or his sisters, brothers 

One race

The human 

Let’s do this 

Let’s do this 

Throwing oranges at the screen in an attempt to end a rant 

Something something something sychophant

Tick, tock, goes the clock, not the app, another pleasure center for laughs and human connection about the absurdity and wonders of life 

Nobody wants to hear about anybody else’s dreams, rarely if ever, do they make sense to anybody but the author 

Plus, those messages were personal and for the user only 

Oversharing

Only the Lonely, Roy, Only the Lonely

Darkened stars crashing 

Darkened stars splashing 

Black and white 

Film 

Is why we throw oranges at the screen 

Pleasantville disturbed 

Will.I.am H. Macy on Kneel Brennan’s Blocks casting pod chopping it up 

(Oooooooooo-wah, an editor! Some Disciplein!)

His favorites he said, never gave a flying owl what any bodhi (don’t be presumptuous) ought to have thought 

Throwing oranges at the screen

Throwing oranges at the screen 

Loose cannon fired 

Loose cannon tired 

Time to wake up 

Stop listening 

Go with blank, go with blank 

Cannons fired, ships sank

Seven…eleven…oh! Dank heaven 

Medicinal marijuana legal eagles and eager beavers flying and gnawing at the wood

Stop throwing oranges 

The credits are over 

The lights are on

Get out of the recliner 

It’s time to go home 

After marveling at the post-credits, seen?

Yez datz write, Jah Rastafari

I & I, we will survive, in this world of competiton

To see his pain has, thus far, had been his greatest ambition 

But we will survive 

Touch of grey, okay

Naturally, I dread 

But for now 

After all that citrus and Vitamin C wasted 

Eyem

Fresh out of produce 

“Tangential Macaroni Mind”

January 23, 2025

In laid back Cadillac dreams comes a prophet bearing lightness expelling delusional grandiosity of dizzying proportions felled by swoops gazing alacrity and denying it as I fly upward to get a better view clouds sopping wet bundling electricity hands waving gyrating excruciating unceremonious tidings from afar left ajar thrown back by knick knacks out of whack on stacks and stacks of wax grooved lines containing souls and God displaying and conveying sometimes portraying always swaying that bitch sticky fingered zippers ruining other artists charted and left right left find out and fall hit the ground take nine but not ten get your focus strengthen your knees please these effervescent foibles and follies of youth vermouth over rocks mismatched and lost socks cocked and loaded spraying connoted foreboding the wall of illusion smooth brain contusions gone for a minute left in a jiffy thrown back breaking the surface floating downward under the surface a muffled quiet scream in the water choking and breaking maneuvered far from home on a tangential macaroni mind

“Enough”

October 24, 2024

Unfettered worry running rampant xenophobic and what for my life’s a thousand mile island distraught by measurements only understood by Americans we can sneeze we can cough blow our noses in disgust but we must remember our health fatigued and lying down catching winks sand dusting our eyes falling backward into sleep confronting pieces of our day combining with other pieces of previous days looking for patterns resolutions conflictions addictions obsessions Conan’s assistant popped culture entertaining and coaxing jocularity hoping for hilarity and no more disparity flung into a purpose and feeling like it is worth it transfixed in a gaze able to stop for a long moment birds swooping flapping and singing trees swaying and changing exposing the pathways branches open to nests and eggs and babies and regurgitation a standing ovation for Mother Nature and The Creator’s Creator creatures most with eyes and brains but not all and possibly not most not even counting the ocean’s inhabitants all eating each other satisfying stomachs everything turning to shit or manure feeding the Earth cycles upon cycles upon cycles weather life chains of food struggling and fighting violence and blood and flames cleansing the microscopic levels of bacteria would be infectors of our guts there’s never enough but really there’s more than 

“New Shoes” (acoustic demo)

October 21, 2024

Got my new shoes on and I’m ready to go
Brighter than lightning after it explodes

Got my new shoes on and I’m ready to go
Louder than thunder rapping at your door

Got my new shoes on and I’m ready to go
Wild hair, wild eyes, and wild soul

Got my new shoes on and I’m ready to go
Spitting gravel off to parts unknown

The world ain’t ready for a love like this
The world ain’t ready for our Big Bang kiss
The world ain’t ready for a love like this
The world ain’t ready for our Big Bang kiss
The world ain’t ready for a love like this
The world ain’t ready for our Big Bang kiss
The world ain’t ready for a love like this
The world ain’t ready for our Big Bang kiss

You’re the world…

Got my news shoes on and I’m ready to go
Jumping big high putting on a show

Got my news shoes on and I’m ready to go
Flying through the air until you told me no

Your eyes
Your hair
Your lips
Your smile
Your nose
Your chin
Your cheeks
Your style

All can’t compare to my new shoes
All can’t compare to my new shoes
All can’t compare to my new shoes
All can’t compare to my new shoes

Got my new shoes on and I’m ready to go

*This is a new song I wrote that came together last week. It’s very short, under two minutes.

Found a first draft of these lyrics in a random notebook I had, added chords, then did a second draft.

It’s a simple song, just four chords: A, F, C, G for the verses.

For the chorus same chords, but: F, C, G, A

For the bridge even simpler: G, C

Learned the mixolydian scale recently so the lead part is just the end of that scale imitating the rhythm of the verses.

Hope sharing this process helps someone create a song of their own as well, even if it’s a short easy one like this.

“Alakazam” (acoustic demo)

October 12, 2023

I’ve heard you say a thousand times I’m just not there anymore

Wading through a thousand rhymes none suggest your aura

Lost and found disconnect and reconnect

The pleasure centers undo

Everything I thought I loved

None as swole as you

My view is spiraling swirling leaking out my head

My ears are misleading me misremembering what you said

And if I called and texted you would you reply

Or just pretend you never saw just turn your head and sigh

Days are gone and nights are here

I can hear this refrain

Too much pleasure leads to too much pain

Too much pleasure leads to too much pain

Too much pleasure leads to too much pain

What if what I thought I loved of you was never really here

Pulling bunnies from a hat the next trick is to disappear

You lied and said that I tried to cut you in half

Your legs were bunched in the secret door never even scratched

Pull a dove from my sleeve

Let’s watch it fly on by

Remember everything we have

Let’s give it one more try

All those tricks and illusions

Waving with the wand

I really don’t want to spell

G-O-N-E Gone

G-O-N-E Gone

G-O-N-E Gone

G-O-N-E Gone

G-O-N-E Gone

Alakazam Gone

Alakazam Gone

Alakazam Gone

I really don’t want to spell Alakazam gone

A-L-A-K-A-Z-A-M Gone

A-L-A-K-A-Z-A-M Gone

A-L-A-K-A-Z-A-M Gone

“Barefoot Bride” (for Mike & Bonnie)

March 7, 2023

Over the hills and far away

Oh darling darling darling

She walked barefoot over the bridge

White train following her

Flowers in her hands and hair

Father at her side, arms linked

She stood to face her man

Walked through a crowd of love

The crowd disappeared and it was just them

Eyes locked

Grateful

Usually unspoken understood words let loose affirming confirming bare and beautiful

A kiss to seal the deal

She wrapped her arms around him

He, her

Together

Forever

No matter the weather

This day the sun shone

God’s love abound

Smiling

Arms raised it was time to celebrate

Their love

They walked back over the bridge husband and wife

A new chapter started in the story of their life

Over any hill and no matter how far away

They will have each other

Walking a while

Together

They’ve got so much, so much

“Snow The Great Giver”

January 8, 2022

Snow the great giver
Water cold falling from the sky
Not quite ice it’s another disguise
White fluffy pure fractals
Slowly drift down covering our homes
A blanket of beauty waiting to be shoveled and plowed
Balled up, thrown, and exploded
In your shirt melting making you shiver
Footprints left from boots
Sleds and tubes
Snow angels flapped from children
Men are made in three sections with sticks, a scarf, rocks, a hat, and carrot
The winter season so close to death but so close to heaven I swear it
School is closed work continues
There is still mail to deliver
Activities imbued
Snow the great giver

“For Doug”

October 1, 2021

Breakout the hoodies
The leaves they change
All tumble and fall
We work, we rake
Make piles
As kids jumped in them
Older now we enjoy the crisp cool air
Jack-o-lanterns glow with toothy spooky grins
We masquerade around town asking our neighbors for tricks or treats

Maybe we become closer to our true selves


But most importantly
Every year
On the 27th and 31st
It’s Keith and Doug’s birthday

“Still Here”

July 11, 2021

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice

They make sure I know what’s wrong and what’s right

For my tastes their time here was much too short

I don’t argue with them I got no retort 

So what if it’s just me calling out to a higher plane?

I personally don’t think it’s insane

I love my dead friends and family that live in my head 

While they were here my soul they fed 

They guide me through while I’m still here

Sometimes I wish they were still here to share a smile and spread some cheer

They’ve become ghosts that I welcome when they haunt

They’re loud, unwavering, righteous, and staunch

Corporeal I miss them but they still live 

Their souls still willing to steer and to give 

I’d kill in exchange to have them back

But in my heart of hearts I know they don’t want that 

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice 

What a fine line between death and life 

Part of me thinks they wrote this poem 

I’m happy when they visit my home 

An honor I feel it is to carry them with me 

Their fiery light burning the darkness helps me to see

Are they really dead or just transmuted?

Maybe they’re not here and I’m just stupid 

But I wouldn’t have it any other way

I love to hear what they have to say 

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice

They make sure I know what is wrong and what’s right 

“Still Here”

July 11, 2021

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice

They make sure I know what’s wrong and what’s right

For my tastes their time here was much too short

I don’t argue with them I got no retort

So what if it’s just me calling out to a higher plane?

I personally don’t think it’s insane

I love my dead friends and family that live in my head

While they were here my soul they fed

They guide me through while I’m still here

Sometimes I wish they were still here to share a smile and a beer

They’ve become ghosts that I welcome when they haunt

They’re loud, unwavering, righteous, and staunch

Corporeal I miss them but they still live

Their souls still willing to steer and to give

I’d kill in exchange to have them back

But in my heart of hearts I know they don’t want that

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice

What a fine line between death and life

Part of me thinks they wrote this poem

I’m happy when they visit my home

An honor I feel it is to carry them with me

Their fiery light burning the darkness helps me to see

Are they really dead or just transmuted?

Maybe they’re not here and I’m just stupid

But I wouldn’t have it any other way

I love to hear what they have to say

I’ve got dead friends and family in my head that give me advice

They make sure I know what is wrong and what’s right

“A Sigh of Relief”

April 21, 2021

A sigh of relief
Unthinkable
Unbelievable
A cop was found guilty for excessive force
Murder even
A sigh of relief
After months of protests
Cities burning, looted, lost faith in society
Civil Rights still not quite right
After 60 years
Or since the birth of this Great Country who am I kidding?
A sigh of relief
It’s not impossible
To see the flaws in our fellow human beings
And hold them up to the laws they swore to protect
They are not judge, jury, and executioner
Find them accountable, just like us
Justice
Prevails
Eyes not blind, even scales
I back the blue don’t get it twisted
It’s just plain to see that man was wicked and sadistic
Still society needs to heal
& it will, I have hope it will

“A Sigh of Relief”

April 20, 2021

A sigh of relief

Unthinkable

Unbelievable

A cop was found guilty for excessive force

Murder even

A sigh of relief

After months of protests

Cities burning, looted, lost faith in society

Civil Rights still not quite right

After 60 years

Or since the birth of this Great Country who am I kidding?

A sigh of relief

It’s not impossible

To see the flaws in our fellow human beings

And hold them up to the laws they swore to protect

They are not judge, jury, and executioner

Find them accountable, just like us

Justice

Prevails

Eyes not blind, even scales

I back the blue don’t get it twisted

It’s just plain to see that man was wicked and sadistic

Still society needs to heal

& it will, I have hope it will

“Your Reflection”

April 12, 2021

Caught you looking at yourself in the mirror. After all these years I had never seen that face before. You were startled after being unkind to your reflection.

“My Brain Hums with Scraps of Poetry and Madness”

March 31, 2021

Fried pressure cooking of brain stimulating excruciating fissures of thought nomadic in action but latently still mind numb to the madness no money to shill a thrill or two or three or four five times I knocked and still you won’t answer the door leaving with my tail between my legs moon laughing and winking and spitting on twigs

*this writing was prompted by the quote in the title which is from Virginia Woolf

“Time to Evolve”

September 5, 2020

Been a stuck rudder
Muddy and getting muddier
Shuddering at the clutter
Distressed about the mess
It’s September and New Year’s still isn’t resolved
Old habits hard broken heartbroken die hard
Time to evolve

“Automatic Free Form Writings pt. 1.73”

May 8, 2020

Onward and upward songbird gleefully clacking tongue forming notes and shaping air beautifying the wind. Soaring and dodging clouds until not and getting drenched. Hallelujah to be drenched. Spell is gone at last, free at last, to bask. Onward and upward songbird. Onward and upward.

Flyer for Cancelled Show Due to COVID-19

April 6, 2020

“Doot Doot Do, Doot Doot Do, I Love You” (Music Memo)

February 3, 2020

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(Practicing) “My Sanity” by Bad Religion

October 2, 2019

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“For Robert” (acoustic demo)

September 24, 2019

Summer’s gone and so are you

Leaves must fall to begin anew

Hunter of the golden ring

Reminder to not forget the love we bring

No one wants to, but sometimes you just have to say toodeloo

Into the great beyond half stepping uptown out of the blue

Roses for you and a magical fountain

Flames burn on that mountain

Hope you finally win that hand

Oh the spirits you helped in this mournful land

We danced, we dance, we sing your tunes

Even though we might be all just strangers standing on the moon

A life well lived, a grateful dad

One of the best we’ll ever have

Summer’s gone and so are you

Leaves must fall to begin anew

“Waves of Summer” (Music Memo)

September 23, 2019

 

The waves of summer come and gone

Splashed and played in the hot hot sun

We shed our clothes took off our shirts

Ooohed and aaahed at the fireworks

Music filled our ears and soothed our hearts

Bones were shaking, rattling, rolling in fits and starts

Rained poured down on the nest

Give us shelter, you guys are the best

Wolf came out to play at the city’s field

Mother and daughter watched as the tie dye spilled

Laughing at the absurdity of it all

Holographic boundaries threatening to undo the walls

Running drunk you smashed my drink all over me

You just kept on trucking not wanting to miss the ferry

In the saltwater pool we played colors

A bee stung mother she shouted, “fucker!”

A backyard luau with floral prints

Late night karaoke fit for a prince

Christmas in July with Amelia

Sweating in the garage passing sensimilla

Surprise surprise silver balloons read four zero

Throwing hatchets in the woods trying to be a hero 

We rode our bikes to the sunset in Cape May

Ate take out on the beach with the family

The prince and the princess became a king and queen

Overlooking the sandy hook ocean from a water witch’s dream

Stumbling in the dark drunk in a tux rolling down the hill

Never once did we feel we had our fill

We were asked to sea, to hear, to be here now

Danced with a mermaid, and the lobster, and The B-52’s as we boogied down

The waves of summer come and gone

Splashed and played in the hot hot sun

“Dead Flowers” (Rolling Stones cover)

August 28, 2019

“The Easter Bunny Is Gonna Come And Give You Candy” (Official Music Video)

April 18, 2019

“Live at Espresso Joe’s Open Mic March 27th 2019”

March 29, 2019

  1. Hooray for Surviving (Corcoran)
  2. Irish Coffee (Darragh/Corcoran)
  3. Moonlight Mile (Jagger/Richards)
  4. Better Act Now (Darragh/Corcoran)

“Wheels Well Worn”

March 12, 2019

I will get by I will survive

Slightly imposing

Stone cold skull and roses

Broken dawns touched by grey

Sugared magnolias sunshine daydreams

Rippled still waters boxes of rain fountains not made

Mississippi half-steps the day I was born

Falling in Love all over again with wheels well worn

“Espresso Joe’s February 27th 2019 Open Mic”

March 6, 2019

1) Turn the Page (Bob Seger cover)

2) Dark Star (Grateful Dead cover)

3) Fortunate Cookies (Major Input cover)

4) Rocket Queen (Guns N’ Roses cover) *with special guest Gillian

“A Family”

February 13, 2019

Oh I, fell in love with you

And you, fell in love with me

Oh Tracy, oh Tracy

And we, had ourselves a baby

Oh baby, oh baby

And we, named that baby Casey

Oh Casey, oh Casey

You, made us a family

A family, a family

“Nice Lights”

January 9, 2019

“Eve of Eve (Train Ride Home)”

December 31, 2018

Technicolor light rail travels

Unravels speeds forth

Cosmic debris left in junket

Dropping off and taking on passengers at every stop

Sufficiently puddled muddled with orange glo

Souls turn experiencing trans and mediation from stillness to birth

The ceiling slackens it’s jaws enveloping iron crosses jaguars smoking tobacco

In the library below a children’s dreams and hopes

A winking nod you forgot now remembered in the half holographic haze

At clear peace with the afterglow

Words still dance being trailed before the cosmos

Nice juxtaposition super scenic

Feel like a rat who just played in a rainbow bath

Holding the door open for others

Audience squeegeed out

Trickling down steps

That exhale that pops your eyes out

Body rested after the nice stew

Ghosts in the forest awaits

Residual comet heading back towards earth

Time twisted bended

Murky julop spoonfuls pour over

Glares refracting diamondizing or so you would hope

Tendril extends arm in search for pearl

Omniwaverent vent flossing hypoglossal nerve

That little daily routine became a lifesaver

Never stayed out in the ocean too long always swam back in order to enjoy laying face first on a towel with salted ocean still caking my bathing suit sand on my back all gritty ready to meld my face with the warm sand

Cape May is on its way Chicken Parm at 8 number 55 rsvp

Battery running out 10% no probably 5 and draining

The gentle screeching of the night gallops beside these dreams

These techno magic sounds like you opening your electronic mail

Ticket takers talking amongst themselves

Overheard

The one with the smaller head he just turned 26 on Friday

Oh my god another Phish crowd tomorrow and it’s NYE

Aberdeen-Matawan station is next, Aberdeen-Matawan

Some people are losing their voice it’s like a little virus that’s going around

Aw she’s having a hard time a really hard time she was recording a song earlier over the rainbow

Not sure if it’s that song or the holidays first energy city my house is all electric so is mine

Ticket takers done talking

The train car passenger lights go completely dark at 1:21 a.m. but the train still glides

Worlds collapsing standing guard making sure no soldier left behind

A battflefront on unperforated terrain not very violent vividly lysergic

Bringing the trophy home well sported and ready for bed

Log cabin fires glowing plush carpet laying down

“Four Instrumentals”

December 10, 2018

I attended an open mic last week at “Espresso Joe’s” in Keyport, NJ. Two performers, I believe a husband and wife team, played four instrumentals. The first number was an accordion accompanied by a mandolin. The second number was a fiddle and pump organ. The last two numbers had both players on fiddle. They said they were playing Irish waltzes.

During their performance I decided to do stream of conscious writing for each piece. Here are the results:

1) In my head roses bloom and spin daffodils laughing crashing wafting noses fed brown leather shoes scraping and dragging their toes what she’s thinking nobody knows

2)

I can’t find the rhythm trying to get in them wondering why you listen left this town for a new system rail roads clacked and twisted speeding fast and glistening livelihood of wisdom dropped on unsuspecting victims revelatory smiles rising and riding a wave of listening twice born and still kicking umpteenth time of getting it together weather breezing on by in our kitchen licking lips after good chicken forks dropped on plates all finished

3)

Walking the beat billy at my side twirling with keys dangling on a ring very wide no gum to pop but a smile to crack it’s a beautiful day in Chicago no skulls to be smacked badge is catching rays and throwing them back neighborhood is safe bunch of friendly stares walking the beat and turning the corner children eating dripping ice cream cones and running in the summer no crime today nobody to help just have to keep the beat as the air swelts

4)

Your white dress flows floral trim as you turn hair done up with particular concern a chandelier twinkles and lifts our eyes my hand on your hip while you move your thighs a spin like a top my hand on your lower back you bend and close eyes it all goes black

“Four Instrumentals”

December 6, 2018

I attended an open mic last night at “Espresso Joe’s” in Keyport, NJ. Two performers, I believe a husband and wife team, played four instrumentals. The first number was an accordion accompanied by a mandolin. The second number was a fiddle and pump organ. The last two numbers had both players on fiddle.

During their performance I decided to do stream of conscious writing for each piece. Here are the results:

1)

In my head roses bloom and spin daffodils laughing crashing waiting noses fed brown leather shoes scraping and dragging their toes what she’s thinking nobody knows

2)

I can’t find the rhythm trying to get in them wondering why you listen left this town for a new system rail roads clacked and twisted speeding fast and glistening livelihood of wisdom dropped on unsuspecting victims revelatory smiles rising and riding a wave of listening twice born and still kicking umpteenth time of getting it together weather breezing on by in our kitchen licking lips after good chicken forks dropped on plates all finished

3)

Walking the beat billy at my side twirling with keys dangling on a ring very wide no gum to pop but a smile to crack it’s a beautiful day in Chicago no skulls to be smacked badge is catching rays and throwing them back neighborhood is safe bunch of friendly stares walking the beat and turning the corner children eating dripping ice cream cones and running in the summer no crime today  nobody to help just have to keep the beat as the air swelts

4)

Your white dress flows floral trim as you turn hair done up with particular concern a chandelier twinkles and lifts our eyes my hand on your hip while you move your thighs a spin like a top my hand on your lower back you bend and close eyes it all goes black

“As You Think” by Major Input (Official Music Video)

October 11, 2018

“Throw Something”

September 8, 2018

“Believe in Life After Love”

September 6, 2018

Tom Marshall “Writer’s Block Contest” Entry (I actually missed the deadline, but I tried, I tried…)

August 23, 2018

Finally dreaming forgetting the day
I stepped off the edge, and floated away
soaring through cloud-laden memories again
where is she hiding, my dream-woven friend?

My ally, my teacher, guide to this place

She’s laughing, she’s shrieking, peek-a-boo face

A bucket of clouds she dumps on my head

Says, “I’m right here boy it’s time to get fed”

 

“Froth”

July 30, 2018

There’s a brave new world out there

& I don’t want no part

I’s a just a scared and I don’t care whose aware I don’t want a new start

 

There’s a lake outside the window

& sometimes I just can’t deal

With the driving around I just strive and I’ve found that I’m still alive and I can still feel

 

& time keeps getting thicker

It needs to lose some weight

I’ll sweat it out with you honey

Things are going to be just great

Yeah things are going to be just great

Yeah things are going to be just great

 

There’s a girl outside my window

It’s raining right now and she’s walking her dog

She dressed it in a yellow slicker

They’re walking through the fog

 

& time keeps getting thicker

It needs to lose some weight

I’ll sweat it out with you honey

Things are going to be just great

Yeah things are going to be just great

Yeah things are going to be just great

 

Don’t you know that if you get bored

You can just walk

Listen to the crashing waves

Curling and spitting the froth

Yeah just spitting the froth

Ooooo just spitting the froth

Yeah just spitting the froth

Ooooo just spitting the froth

“Old Dirty Stealie Face”

July 10, 2018

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“Paul Revere” (Beastie Boys cover) Live at Espresso Joe’s “5th Saturday Showcase” June 30th 2018

June 30, 2018

 

“Lisa It’s Your Birthday” (Michael Jackson cover) Live at Espresso Joe’s “5th Saturday Showcase” June 30th 2018

June 30, 2018

“The Arrow Hearted” Live at Espresso Joe’s “5th Saturday Showcase” June 30th 2018

June 30, 2018

“Big Salty Tears” R.I.P. Dad (cover of a cover, Ziggens/Bradley Nowell)

June 24, 2018

“Faces are Glowing”

June 13, 2018

a marshmallow of love

flambéed and molten

dripping off the stick

as faces are glowing

 

a youthful voice reminds me of passion’s past

enjoying this moment while it lasts

 

“Sprout” (slow version) (live)

May 31, 2018

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“Sprout” (slow version) (Live at Espresso Joe’s in Keyport, NJ)

“M-A-N-D-Y” (Music Memo)

May 26, 2018

“Sweet Lovely Death”

May 20, 2018

“Light Show”

May 2, 2018

Light Show

“The Sketchbook Project Submission”

April 20, 2018

“Gone Forth With A Backlash”

April 17, 2018

Gone forth with a backlash

Extricated and rematched

Diagonally crumpled in a hatch back

Yellow lights are changing faster and faster

Six dimes and a slew of tunes

Perusing eardrums and brain goos

Never get tired of circadian rhythms

Finding the daylight and pools to swim in

Marched back and a ten hut

Left right left but staying put

Overly wane with the waxing moon

Stars shining twinkling hiding at noon

Forest fire destroying getting ready to create

Seeds are sown underground lying in wait

Gone but ten times and nine minus four

Found a friend on a newly shellacked wooden floor

Got my bowling shoes on ready to strike pins

Curving and swerving cutting right in

Mind disguised and fake mustachioed

Was never able to eat just one pistachio

Left her right there on the bed

She was dreaming about being well fed

Sweat emerging from underneath the skin

Popping a bead glistening

Choirs are made up of many vocal chords

Mixing and matching sounds sometimes not even words

A trifle a trumpet a hollering Dad

Mother’s upset at drunk driving, M.A.D.D.

“Blame it on the Wind” (acoustic demo)

April 3, 2018

blame it on the wind pic

I’m gonna have to blame it on the wind

Didn’t see it coming, nobody did

Stepping down the stairs

Big big fish swam away today

Wish you had more time to stay

Stepping down the stairs

I’m gonna have to blame it on the wind

Didn’t see it coming nobody did

“Evan, Keith, & The Wolf”

March 29, 2018

Evan, Keith, & The Wolf

“Irish Coffee” (acoustic demo)

March 6, 2018

Irish-Coffee

 

Got a cup of coffee, gonna drink it nice and slow

Gonna put some Irish in it, gonna soothe my soul

Got a cup of coffee, gonna stir it with my spoon

Love my Irish coffee, makes me wanna sing this tune

 

Drink you in the morning

Drink you at night

Drink you on the ground

Drink you mid flight

Drink you when I’m tired

Drinking you makes me feel alright

 

Don’t like to share my Irish coffee, gonna drink it all by myself

Gonna spend some time with it, take it off the shelf

Hope you find your own Irish coffee to sip, smile, and be at ease

Your mug with just one mug is sure to please

 

Drink you in the morning

Drink you at night

Drink you on the ground

Drink you mid flight

Drink you when I’m tired

Drinking you makes me feel alright

 

My sweetie don’t need sugar, I make her cream

My coffee’s so hot, makes me scream

Got a cup of coffee, gonna drink it nice and slow

Gonna put some Irish in it, gonna soothe my soul

 

“The Carpet Too Is Moving Under You”

March 3, 2018

Evan & Keith “Live at Café Artiste” (Full Set) (Slot Machine Music Edition)

February 27, 2018

Evan & Keith “Live at Café Artiste” (Full Set) February 20th 2018

February 27, 2018

Evan & Keith “As You Think” Live at Café Artiste February 20th 2018 (Light Show Party Version)

February 27, 2018

Evan & Keith “Valentine’s Day (Love Song)” Live at Café Artiste February 20th 2018 (Bubbly Version)

February 27, 2018

“Tuning Peg Shadows Looking Like Stains On My Pants Leg”

February 20, 2018

“Valentine’s Day (Love Song)” by Major Input (Official Music Video)

February 14, 2018

 

Music Video by: Evan Darragh

Happy Valentine’s Day! Evan made a music video for our old band Major Input’s “Valentine’s Day (Love Song)”.

Evan used stock footage from various 1920’s silent films starring Harold Lloyd. He was able to find the perfect scenes to mirror the lyrics of the song.

Hope you enjoy the video. If you enjoy the music Major Input’s full EP can be found at:

 

 

“New Smile”

January 25, 2018

“New Smile”

 I see you got your new smile

Your new goofy grin

Your face lighting up like a carved pumpkin

 

I see you got your new smile

Wear it with pride

Uncover that lip, you got nothing to hide

 

I see you got your new smile

And it’s giving me one too

Loving watching all these versions of you

“Deprived Reader’s Arrival”

January 22, 2018

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“Dead and Lovely” (Tom Waits cover)

January 6, 2018

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Recorded Live at “Espresso Joe’s” Open Mic in Keyport, NJ 01.03.2018

“Loose Tooth” (Music Memo)

January 1, 2018

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  (Music Memo) (2:48)

(D, F, C)

Your tooth is loose

Better bite into an apple

When it comes out

Better put it under your pillow

Then the tooth fairy’ll come

Then you’ll get some money

When you wake up

“TVQ (Transcendental Vision Quest)” (Music Memo)

December 29, 2017

tvq

This is an original instrumental

“Last Christmas” (Wham! acoustic cover)

December 24, 2017

wham

“Skipping Stones” (acoustic demo)

December 11, 2017

skipping stones pic

In the past I let things slip by

Always letting sleeping dogs lie

I don’t think I can take your skipping stones

Floating to the bottom to their new home

 

Nowadays I  know why

I can’t help but enjoy watching them sigh

I don’t think I can take your skipping stones

Floating to the bottom to their new home

 

And that heart that rivals the ocean

Ruins the placidness with emotion

I don’t think I can take your skipping stones

Floating to the bottom to their new home

 

Soon a wave turns into fire

Backed by the air and untamed desire

I don’t think I can take your skipping stones

Floating to the bottom to their new home

 

Sooner or later we all have to stick our fingers in the earth

Marvel at the wonders that come from the dirt

I don’t think I can take your skipping stones

Floating to the bottom to their new home

 

They all pile up and I carry them in my head

I keep replaying what you said

I don’t think I can take your skipping stones

Floating to the bottom to their new home

 

“Between You & Me” (acoustic demo)

December 1, 2017

the kiss

(1st Verse)

I know that I have someone

Who understands parts of me

That other people don’t know exist

With you in my life I have everything

(Chorus)

Between you & me

Between you & me

I love you more than anything

In this whole world

In this old world

In this whole world

In this old world

Between you & me

Between you & me

I love you more than anything

(2nd Verse)

Everything in this whole world

Seems better when I’m with you

Bad things are only half as bad

Because I know I can count on you

(Chorus)

Between you & me

Between you & me

I love you more than anything

In this whole world

In this old world

In this whole world

In this old world

Between you & me

Between you & me

I love you more than anything

(Bridge)

Ever since we first held hands

Your eyes told me you understand

North, South, East, or West

We share this life how we know best

(Chorus)

Between you & me

Between you & me

I love you more than anything

In this whole world

In this old world

In this whole world

In this old world

Between you & me

Between you & me

I love you more than anything

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran, Evan Darragh, and Hallmark

Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran on Vocals, Evan Darragh on Acoustic Guitar and Vocals

“Rolling” (Soul Coughing cover) (Music Memo)

November 19, 2017

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“Sings About Home”

November 16, 2017

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Lights slowly bleed in the darkened theatre

Coughs and clearing throats and laughs and tears getting nearer and nearer

The boss turning into a king himself sings about home

An acoustic guitar, a pic, a slide, a voice, words, a bride, a grand piano, a glass of water, and an audience

Act as his throne

Drums are like clothes because without them this feels naked

The horns are for dancing and for waking

Unamplified voice of a rock star feels like a whisper

This is the great white way story of a Monmouth County mister

“Stones and a Pony”

November 10, 2017

“Portrait of a Reflection and a Graffiti Shadow ”

November 9, 2017

“What Brian Said At The Turtle Back Zoo”

November 6, 2017

1) prairie dog(Prairie Dog) Brian says, “Woah, I never seen that before in real life! It looks like a fat squirrel with no tail.”

2) snow woman(Snow Woman) Brian says, “I wish that snow woman would stop throwing me gang signs, it’s creeping me out.”

Brian also says, “Wow, these snowmen have the worst case of arthritis.”

3) cougar(Cougar) Brian says, “Man, Ken Griffey Jr. used to use that tail as a baseball bat.”

4) raven(Raven) Brian says, “I feel like it should be wearing a silver Christ cross.”

Brian also says, “It says here everything is black on a Raven: black feathers, black eyes, black feet, black soul.”

5) eagles(Bald Eagles) Brian says, “They remind me of those two old muppet guys.”

6) black neck swan(Black-Neck Swans) Brian says, “They look like they have black socks on their heads. They look like they are wearing ski masks. They look like robber swans.”

7) leopard(Leopard) Brian says, “My grandma had a coat that looked like you.”

8) sea urchin(Sea Urchin) Brian says, “Well that looks like a nightmare.”

9) buddhist statue(Buddhist Statue) Brian says as we turn the corner and there he is, “Look at this creep.”

 

 

“Familia”

November 4, 2017

“Monster Mash” by Evan & Keith (Bobby “Boris” Pickett cover)

October 31, 2017

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Evan & Keith – “Monster Mash” (Bobby “Boris” Pickett cover)

Evan Darragh & Keith Corcoran both on acoustic guitars and vocals

“Monster Mash” by Evan & Keith (Bobby “Boris” Pickett cover) (Official Music Video)

October 31, 2017

Evan & Keith – “Monster Mash” (Bobby “Boris” Pickett cover)

Evan Darragh & Keith Corcoran both on acoustic guitars and vocals

Music Video by: Evan Darragh

 

“I Am Thankful For Them All”

October 27, 2017

Putting all those years in the ground

Looking at all those seeds that came out

Some grew big and some grew small

Some built me up and some made me fall

All I can say is that I am thankful for them all

 

“Blankets & Covers: Volume One” (full album)

October 25, 2017

1) Knockin’ on Maloney’s Door (Bob Dylan cover) 00:00-04:35
2) Dust (13th Floor Elevators cover) 04:36-09:21
3) Pale Green Stars (Everclear cover) 09:22-13:17
4) There is a War (Leonard Cohen cover) 13:18-17:34
5) Mountains of the Moon/TVQ (Grateful Dead cover/original instrumental) 17:35-26:14
6) You Telling Me to Calm Down Now?!? (Verve Pipe cover) 26:15-29:02
7) Cold Cold Ground (Tom Waits cover) 29:03-32:52
8) Dirty Old Town (Ewan MacColl cover) 32:53-36:50
9) To Ramona (Bob Dylan cover) 36:51-39:50
10) I Walked With A Zombie (Roky Erickson and The Aliens cover) 39:51-46:04

Track 10 – “I Walked With A Zombie” (Roky Erickson and The Aliens cover)

October 20, 2017

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 10 – “I Walked With A Zombie” (Roky Erickson and The Aliens cover) (recorded January 12th 2011 at “Bayside” Keyport, NJ )

Track 10 is the final track of this album. It’s a duet with a pretty cool chick that I know.

I walked with a zombie
I walked with a zombie
I walked with a zombie last night

I walked with a zombie
I walked with a zombie
I walked with a zombie last night

I walked with a zombie
I walked with a zombie
I walked with a zombie last night

I walked with a zombie (he walked with a zombie)
I walked with a zombie (he walked with a zombie)
I walked with a zombie last night

*I sang with a Tracy (he sang with a Tracy)
*I sang with Tracy (he sang with a Tracy)
*I sang with a Tracy tonight

*Lyric change

Track 9 – “To Ramona” (Bob Dylan cover)

October 19, 2017

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 9 – “To Ramona” (Bob Dylan cover) (recorded October 27th 2010 at “Bayside” Keyport, NJ )

Track 9 is another Bob Dylan cover. What can I say? Bob Dylan covers and open mics go together like clouds and the rain. “To Ramona” was originally released by Bob Dylan on his fourth album, 1964’s “Another Side of Bob Dylan”.

Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike
Get deathlike at times
And there’s no use in tryin’
T’ deal with the dyin’
Though I cannot explain that in lines

Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I’m in
But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin’ to be a part of
A world that just don’t exist
It’s all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin’ like this

I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
 With worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin’ and returnin’
On back to the South
You’ve been fooled into thinking
That the finishin’ end is at hand
Yet there’s no one to beat you
No one t’ defeat you
’Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

I’ve heard you say many times
That you’re better ’n no one
And no one is better ’n you
If you really believe that
You know you got
Nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
They hype you and type you
Making you feel
That you got to be just like them

I’d forever talk to you
But soon my words
Would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart, love
I know there is no help I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I’ll come and be cryin’ to you

 

Track 8 – “Dirty Old Town” (Ewan MacColl cover)

October 18, 2017
“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 8 – “Dirty Old Town” (Ewan MacColl cover) (recorded November 10th 2010 at “Bayside” Keyport, NJ )

 

Well if it isn’t bad enough that this is a covers album, this track is a cover of a cover. However, if you listen to one song on this album I would recommend this one.

 

It’s a simple love song I first heard on “Rum, Sodomy, and The Lash”, “The Pogues” second album released in 1985.

This recording occurred in real time immediately after the previous two tracks, so Joe Walsh of “The Believers in Things” also appears on drums on this track.

 

I really enjoy this track because a harmonica player from the crowd joined along too. If I remember correctly his name is Mike P. I remember talking to him afterwards and him telling me of the other long running open mic in Keyport, NJ at “Espresso Joe’s” that still runs on Wednesday nights. I also remember him warning me to get there early for the sign up around six o’clock because the sheet tends to fill up quick and the later you get there the later you will go on.

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
 
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring’s a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
 
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
 
 
I’m going to make a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered by the fire
I’ll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl *Tracy Leigh
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
*Original lyric is “by the factory wall”

Track 7 – “Cold Cold Ground” (Tom Waits cover)

October 17, 2017

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 7 – “Cold Cold Ground” (Tom Waits cover) (recorded November 10th 2010 at “Bayside” Keyport, NJ )

*with Joe Walsh of “The Believers in Things” on drums

“Cold Cold Ground” is a track off of Tom Waits’ 1987 album “Frank’s Wild Years”. It’s the last album in his so 1980’s so-called “Junkyard Trilogy”, all masterpieces.

Around the one minute and fifteen second mark Joe Walsh of “The Believers in Things” joins in on his drums spontaneously having never played the song with me before. It says a lot about what a great drummer Joe is because he is able to listen and feel out the perfect parts to add.

If you listen very carefully around the two minute and forty five second mark you can hear the previous people on the list discussing their other bandmate’s drunken meltdown which is Track 6. Bandmate #1 says, “He fucking destroyed, fucking destroyed that microphone,” and Bandmate #2 responds, “Did he?”

Around the three minute and twenty-seven second mark is the real gem, which you really have to listen for, but it’s there. After the Tom Waits’ line, “Beware of my temper and the dog that it’s found/Break all the windows in the cold cold ground,” which is eerily spot on for the feeling in the room at the time, you can hear the previous two guys talking again and Bandmate #3 who had the meltdown chimes in gleefully. Conversation transcript:

Bandmate #1:  I don’t have a good feeling about tonight…

Bandmate #2: What?

Bandmate #1: I don’t have a good feeling about tonight.

Bandmate #2: So what don’t you have a good fucking feeling about, man?

Bandmate #3 (original meltdowner): It did feel good, man.

Crestfallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before it had to go away
There’s a bell in the tower, Uncle Ray bought a round
Don’t worry ’bout the army in the cold, cold ground

Cold, cold ground
Cold, cold ground
Cold, cold ground

Now don’t be a cry baby when there’s wood in the shed
There’s a bird in the chimney and a stone in my *head
When the road’s washed out, we pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms of the cold, cold ground

The cold, cold ground
The cold, cold ground
The cold, cold ground

There’s a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope
Oh, and a briar patch of berries takin’ over the slope
The cat’ll sleep in the mailbox and we’ll never go to town
Till we bury every dream in the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground
The cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold ground

Give me a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn, let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood, Times Square is a dream
I find we’ll lay down together in the cold, cold ground

The cold, cold ground
The cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold ground

We’ll call the cops on **The Believers in Things, bring a Bible and a rope
And a whole box of Rebel and a big bar of soap
Make a pile of truck tires and burn ’em all down
Bring a dollar with you, baby, in the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold ground

Take a weathervane rooster, throw rocks at his head
Stop talking to the neighbors until we all go dead
Beware of my temper and the dog that it’s found
Break all the windows in the cold, cold ground

In the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold ground

*Supposed to be “bed”

**Original lyric is “The Breedloves”

Track 6 – “You Telling Me To Calm Down Now?!?” (Verve Pipe cover)

October 16, 2017

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 6 – “You Telling Me To Calm Down Now?!?” (Verve Pipe cover) (recorded November 10th 2010 at “Bayside” Keyport, NJ )

Track 6 isn’t really a “Verve Pipe” cover nor is it music. It is a drunken rant of an open micer throwing instruments around. Sometimes drunk people can say some pretty funny things and the “Verve Pipe” joke comes from something he says in his drunken rant to his bandmates. He says, “Relax? You guys ain’t rock, man. Do you guys want to do “Verve Pipe” or what? You guys are pussies, man.”

The inspiration for the title of the track comes from his quote, “Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?!? I’ve been beating the shit out of this since fuckin’, since fuckin’ 1987 man, telling me, you telling me to calm down now?!?”

My favorite tracks on this album are tracks 6, 7, 8 because they all occurred in real time one after the other starting with this track. My friend’s band “The Believers in Things” were on the list to play next after the guy who had the meltdown. The host was asking for them to come up, but the bass player was outside smoking a cigarette or something so I volunteered to come up and play in the mean time to get out of this awkward situation. You can hear me say, “Can I play something?” The open micer, he is actually a really nice guy, but was just having a rough night, responds, “You better man. You better man because they can’t handle me.”

“The Believers in Things” drummer Joe Walsh had his drums all set up to play so about a minute and fifteen seconds into the song on track 7, the Tom Waits song “Cold Cold Ground”, he joins in. At the end of the song I incorrectly say that the album it came from, “Frank’s Wild Years”, was released in 1988 when in fact it was released in 1987. It is a shame considering the rant included that great line about, “beating the shit out of these since fuckin’, since fuckin’ 1987 man”.

Immediately after on track 8 is “Dirty Old Town” in which I spread more misinformation. I said the song was by “The Pogues”, which is where I first heard it, when it is actually a song by Ewan MacColl which “The Pogues” covered. Joe Walsh stayed on drums for this, but also a harmonica player from the crowd came out of nowhere and played along. It is moments like these that make playing live and open mics special.

My hope for this project is for people to seek out the original versions of these songs if they do not know them and also to inspire people to seek out their local open mics if they are playing music privately and would like to play publicly. You generally get to play a minimum of three songs per night and listen to a bunch of people who love and are inspired by playing music. It’s a good time, drunken meltdowns and all.

Track 5 – “Mountains of the Moon/TVQ” (Grateful Dead cover/original instrumental)

October 13, 2017

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 5 – “Mountains of the Moon/TVQ” (Grateful Dead cover/original instrumental) (recorded October 6th 2010 at “Bayside” Keyport, NJ )

“Mountains of the Moon” was originally released on “Aoxomoxoa”, the 1969 “Grateful Dead” album. The lyrics were written by the ever grateful Robert Hunter. The studio version is really pretty and is highlighted by what I think is a harpsichord. The recording I’m presenting here segues into an original instrumental composition in it’s early stages called, “TVQ”. Probably not the best idea to play my mournful version in a crowded bar, but if it’s in your heart you got to let it out. People clapped at the end in support anyway, plus love hearing my older brother Chris shout, “KFC!”

Cold mountain water, the jade merchant’s daughter
Mountains of the moon, Electra, bough and bend to me
Hi-ho, the carrion crow, folderol-de-riddle
Hi-ho, the carrion crow, bough and bend to me

Hey, Tom Banjo
Hey, a laurel
More than laurel you may know
More than laurel you may sow
Hey, the laurel, hey, the city in the rain

Twenty degrees of solitude, twenty degrees in all 
All the dancing kings and wives assembled in the hall
Lost is the long and lonely time, fairy Sybil flying 
All along the, all along the mountains of the moon

Hey, Tom Banjo
It’s time to matter
The earth will see you through this time
The earth will see you through this time
Down by the water, the marsh king’s daughter, did you know
Clothed in tatters, always will be, *Tracy where did you go?

Mountains of the moon, Electra, mountains of the moon
All along the, all along the mountains of the moon
Heigh ho, the carrion crow, folderol-de-riddle
Heigh ho, the carrion crow, bough and bend to me
Bend to me

*Lyric change, original is “Tom”

 

Track 4 – “There is a War” (Leonard Cohen cover)

October 12, 2017

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 4 – “There is a War” (Leonard Cohen cover) (recorded November 17th 2010 at “Bayside” Keyport, NJ )

“There is a War” is a song off Leonard Cohen’s 1974 album, “New Skin for the Old Ceremony”. Like the title of the album, the content of the song rings true although the names have changed. I met a friend when I went to Rutgers University by the name of Tim Turzo. He lived off campus and I would go to what he called his, “little slice of heaven”, which was a cabin of sorts on a farm in North Brunswick, NJ. I loved going there and looking through his record collection and listening to the music he put on. This is one of those songs Tim turned me on to that just blew me away. In a way, this is a tribute to him just as much as Leonard Cohen.

There is a war between the rich and poor,

A war between the man and the woman.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war

And the ones who say there isn’t.

Why don’t you come on back to the war, that’s right, get in it,

Why don’t you come on back to the war, it’s just beginning.

 

Well I live with a woman and a child,

The situation makes me kind of nervous.

Yes, I rise up from her arms, she says “I guess you call this love”

I call it service.

 

Why don’t you come on back to the war, don’t be a tourist,

Why don’t you come on back to the war, before it hurts us,

Why don’t you come on back to the war, let’s all get nervous.

 

You cannot stand the man I’ve become,

You much prefer the gentleman I was before.

I was so easy to defeat, I was so easy to control,

I didn’t even know there was a war.

 

Why don’t you come on back to the war, don’t be embarrassed,

Why don’t you come on back to the war, we can still get married.

 

There is a war between the rich and poor,

There is a war between the man and the woman.

There is a war between the left and right,

There is a war between the black and white,

There is a war between the odd and the even.

 

Why don’t you come on back to the war, pick up your tiny burden,

Why don’t you come on back to the war, let’s all get even,

Why don’t you come on back to the war, can’t you hear me speaking?

 

Track 3 – “Pale Green Stars” (Everclear cover)

October 11, 2017

 

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 3 – “Pale Green Stars” (Everclear cover) (recorded May 9th 2014 at “Papa Ganache” Matawan, NJ)

I’ve probably listened to Everclear’s 1995 album “Sparkle and Fade” thousands of times in my life. “Santa Monica” off of that was their breakthrough single. “Pale Green Stars” is one of my favorite tracks on this album because it is so real. Definitely not a happy song by any means, but it helped me as a teenager. My favorite song off that album is probably “The Twistinside”, but that doesn’t translate well to an acoustic guitar.

This is also the only track on this album that is from the Papa Ganache open mic that I attended pretty regularly in 2014. The open mic no longer exists, but it was unique in that it wasn’t just music, but poetry, comedians, and I even remember one night a woman was just sharing her sketchbook with us and showing us her sketches, drawings, and paintings she was working on and talking about her process and inspirations for each piece. It was also nice because it was and still is a bakery and coffee shop.

Amanda is in love with the sight of the moon
She’s got pale green stars in her room
Right above her bed
Put them on the ceiling
Leave on the light
When the sun goes down then the stars might shine
Shining in the dark
Skinny little girl in her room alone
She’s got hell to spare in her home
If you can call it a home
Doesn’t want to be like anybody else
When no one is around she talks to herself
I can hear her in the night
Hey, hey yeah
It’s hard on a girl
When the blood won’t come when it ought to come
It’s hard on a girl
When you try to walk around on the shaky ground
Hey, hey
Daddy’s going away
Scared little girl watching *The Simpsons on TV 
Amanda always cries when you yell at me
Yeah, please don’t yell at me
Climb up all the stairs
Close the door
Doesn’t want to hear us fighting anymore
Yeah, better call it a day
Hey, hey yeah
It’s hard on a young girl
She thinks it’s all her fault when it all goes wrong
It’s hard on a grown man too
See my baby crying at the window calling out my name
Hey, hey
Daddy’s going away
She’s got pale green stars in her room

*Lyric change, original says “Aladdin”

Track 2 – “Dust” (13th Floor Elevators cover)

October 10, 2017

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 2 – “Dust” (13th Floor Elevators cover) (recorded January 19th 2011 at “Bayside” Keyport, NJ)

This song is a song appropriately called, “Dust”. I say appropriate because one of the main inspirations for making this album is the cover. I’m referring to the photograph used as the art for the album. This photo was taken by my wife Tracy after Hurricane Sandy. Eight of the ten tracks on this album were recorded at the open mics at the  “Bayside Bar & Grill” in Keyport, NJ that is seen on the cover. The bar was destroyed and never rebuilt after Hurricane Sandy. They ended up knocking it down and nowadays in 2017 there is just an empty space where it used to be. In essence, like this song, it became dust.

“Dust” was released on “Easter Everywhere”, a 1967 album by “13th Floor Elevators”. I never learned the music for it so I just sang the lyrics over some original music I had which later became an original song called “Heather’s Heavy Sweaters”.

Dust from your skin
Must trust, when it scatters
Only love matters
It’s been overjoyed

Scents and perfumes
Whence, since your higher fragrance
Is memory
Incense and never destroy

Every stop we’ve taken
Is now a wonderous shrine
Where nature is in order
Your sense is sensing mine
As I love you
All the creatures play
As I love you
Now it’s safe to say
There’s no hang up in our way

The trees in our gaze
Will show us the love that we breath in
This shouldn’t amaze
They openly love all they are
And love’s all they are

 

Gifts, to begin
Bliss, cliffs of expression
They suit our impression
And every whim

Taste has got thirst
Faced, waste
Beyond uses
With so many juices
Were filled to the brim

Our pleasure’s not forsaken
We cultivate our bend
More chances re-awaken when beginning meets the end
As I love you
Now it’s safe to say
There’s no hang up in our way
As I love you

The faith that we build
Will strengthen our close growing closer
Till waiting is filled
We simply remember we are
Where ever we are

Clay that we print
May stay as we mold it
But will never hold it
The promise is long

 

Till we’re complete
Will, still is intention
We still need attention to help us along

 

 

Track 1 – “Knockin’ on Maloney’s Door” (Bob Dylan cover)

October 9, 2017

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“Blankets and Covers: Volume One” – Track 1 – “Knockin’ on Maloney’s Door” (Bob Dylan cover) (recorded February 19th 2010 at “Maloney’s” in Matawan, NJ)

This is the first track of a project I am calling “Blankets and Covers”. Around 2010 I started attending open mics, playing mostly covers. The first one I attended was at “Maloney’s Pub & Grill” in Matawan, NJ. I used to bring blank cassette tapes and a tape recorder to capture some music. Been looking at these tapes sitting on a shelf and decided to make an album out of my favorite moments captured.

This first track is a very jokey track, a play on Bob Dylan’s “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”. I like this as a first track to this covers album because “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” is a great song for beginner acoustic guitarists to learn. Also, I can hear my long time friends Anthony, Robby, and my wife making comments in the recording and it makes me happy.

“Yer So Bad” & “Learning to Fly” (Tom Petty covers)

October 2, 2017

Tom Petty

1) “Yer So Bad” (Tom Petty cover) – at Maloney’s Pub & Grill in Matawan, NJ 02-10-2010

*Lyrics changed to:

“Not, me, Tracy, I’ve got you, to, save me”

** Lyrics changed to:

“My sister’s ex-husband can’t get no lovin’, walks around dog faced and hurt

Now he’s got nothin’, Plath’s in the oven, I can’t decide which is worse”

(This is dark, but Sylvia Plath, poet and author of “The Bell Jar”, committed suicide by putting her head in an oven. I was an English major and I enjoyed her book, plus I share the same birthday as her.)

 

2) “Learning to Fly” (Tom Petty cover) (home recording 10-02-2017)

 

 

“Meet Slashy Ramone”

October 1, 2017

I purchased this Slash action figure for my wife a couple of years ago and he has traveled with her ever since.

We are convinced that even though it is supposed to be Slash from Guns N Roses, he looks more like Joey Ramone wearing Slash’s top hat, jewelry, and rocking Slash’s guitar.
I hope you enjoyed meeting Slashy Ramone.

“Summer’s End”

September 22, 2017

(He was trying to go back to a time that used to be

A dream of a dream keeping him awake of a place where he was free)

 

The water felt good on his skin and he didn’t want to come back up

The green lake was his friend and the docks nursed him when he was a pup

The rope with the knot on the bottom flung many kids afar

Swinging with excitement on their faces just before they saw stars

 

He came back up, left the lake, and ran up the hill

His feet got muddy, but he didn’t notice amongst the thrill

He got in line and waited for his turn again

Sopping wet, never wanting the summer to end

 

“Sprout” (acoustic demo)

September 14, 2017

a root ready to sprout from a pit pic


I’m going to throw a fit

Been through some crazy shit

Never learned when to quit

Watching my mind split

Find a chair and just sit

Question if this is it

Turn saliva into spit

Been knocked out but never hit

Got no need for the first aid kit

Love to watch your lip get bit

By your own teeth when you feel exquisite (x3)

(brief commercial break)

All those cigarettes left unlit

Left there like an unpopped zit

A root ready to sprout from a pit (x3)

“Chasing Those Birdies” (an ode to disc golf) (Music Memo)

September 10, 2017

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I’m chasing those, I’m chasing those birdies

After that dri-iii-ive

Watching it gli-iii-ide

Watch out for that tree!

“MAPL”

September 7, 2017

“Watering the Divine Seed” (acoustic demo)

August 23, 2017


(Chorus) A, C, E, C

Watering the divine seed within us all

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

(Verse 1) C, E, A, C

One droplet at a time from the clouds clearing in my head

One droplet at a time my skin begins to shed

And as I slither across the morning dew grass

I wonder where I’ll snake off to next

(Chorus) A, C, E, C

Watering the divine seed within us all

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

(Verse 2) C, E, A, C

I’ll turn into a bird now and fly through the sky

Embracing every droplet my seed begins to cry

When your seed begins to cry you realize you’re not dry

Quenched you’ll go on for another try

(Chorus) A, C, E, C

Watering the divine seed within us all

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

I may have stumbled, but now I walk

“Stop and Shop Rite”

July 26, 2017

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“As We Get Older and Stop Making Sense (Making Sense)”

July 17, 2017

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“Let’s Go Out to the Lobby and Have Ourselves a Snack”

July 15, 2017

“Refrain”

July 8, 2017

Drain the brain of the pain

Dismount, detach, and refrain

Ravine Drive Kindergarten Graduation Concert 2017 Matawan, NJ

June 21, 2017

“Do Re Mi”

 

“You Are My Sunshine”

 

“Frog in the Meadow”

 

“See You Later”

“Gone Wakko” (in loving memory of Kevin)

June 7, 2017

 

The wars of our childhood freckled with laughs

Summer days spent running and hiding, snipering, what a blast, you were always so fast

Recreation, fast friends, little tykes basketball hoops, the perfect football yard, puke powered spitballs, snowball surprises, trading cards, hero quests, pinkies, cream faces, to name a few or list them

Toads battling, men mega, Hoiberg Fred NCAA, nightmares of Bart, what a super entertainment system

Milk crated barricades in the basement set the stage for flying pillows

A perfect childhood, today forever weeping willowed

 

Gone Wakko

“TVQ” (instrumental) (acoustic demo)

May 9, 2017

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“Two Fools” (“Two” with new first verse) (acoustic demo)

May 4, 2017

 

(Verse 1)

Alone at the Jester I waited for you

Hiding with the other fools on the wall of the dining room

Couldn’t believe my eyes when you entered my view

In my heart, bones, and mind I knew these moments were few

(Chorus)

That’s the moment, that’s the moment, we became two

That’s the moment, that’s the moment, we became two

(Verse 2)

One is fun, for a minute or two

Time piles up, singles collide, never seeing it through

Always waiting for that moment, when one becomes two

(Chorus)

This is that moment, this is that moment, one of those few

This is that moment, this is that moment, one of those few

(Bridge)

Shooting stars and locals bars

Parking lots and forget-me-nots

Liquid kisses, taste delicious

Two tongues twisting, coexisting

(Verse 3)

It’s been years now I wipe my brow thinking of all we’ve been through

You’re my one, I’m your one, tethered together just two fools

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran

 

“Vulcanized Rubber” (acoustic demos)

May 2, 2017

 

vulcanized rubber puck  (Fast Version)

 

  (Slow Version)

 

 

(1st verse)

Vulcanized rubber sliding away

Passed and caught on a power play

The thud of the pads, the sound of the rebound, the net is so quiet

(2nd verse)

The other team frowns, back at the center

The judge just drops the puck

Down two goals and only two minutes to go…fuck*  (*”shucks” for clean version)

(3rd verse)

It’s getting tense and emotions are in the way

Just skate past them, break away

One on one, high or low, shot leaves the blade

Goal! Goal! Goal!

One minute thirty left a fight to the end

(4th verse)

That other guy just slashed you

The ref just turned his head

The mind turns to blood and the red is fed

In the penalty box now i’d rather be dead

(5th verse)

Watching in horror as my team holds on for our life

The other team just tripped us

Equal strength with under a minute left to survive

(6th verse)

Out of the clink and on to the rink

One timer passed the goalie’s ear

It’s all tied up now, but we still can’t cheer

(7th verse)

Back to the center 10 seconds to go

Pass pass pass, deke deke deke

Shot squeaks pass the goalie’s pads

Motherfucker* (*”Game over” for clean version)

There goes our winning streak

 

Music: Keith Corcoran and Joe Santo

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran

“Heather’s Heavy Sweaters” (acoustic demo)

April 27, 2017

feathers

feathers linger float in air

feathered fingers

feathered hands

feathered feet

feathered lands

feathered follicles

feathered strands

feathered hair

feathered hair

feathers weather heather’s heavy sweaters

feathers weather heather’s heavy sweaters

feathers linger float in air

“Big Deal” (acoustic demo)

April 26, 2017

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I was walking down the street and I stepped into some gum

Big deal, big deal

I was driving in my car and the airbag deployed

Big deal, big deal

I was sitting on a plane and I looked out the window and I noticed a wing falling off

Big deal, big deal

I was praying to Jesus, you were praying to Yahweh, or Allah, or Vishnu, or perhaps some alien god, or gods, or just plain old God, maybe meditating with the Dalai Lama, or what about none of the above?

Big deal, big deal

I had you pinned and the ref slow counted

Big deal, big deal

I was singing a song and I sang the words all wrong

Dig beal, dig beal

I was talking to a friend and that friend had a friend in their nose

Big deal, big deal

I was sliding into first and I felt something burst

Big deal, big deal

I was making love to you and we both farted at the same time

Big deal, big deal

Big deal, big deal

“The Arrow Hearted” (acoustic demo)

April 19, 2017

(Intro)

(Verse I)

The winds that blow

That change the climb

The arrow hearted

The stains of time

The innocent

The barely maimed

That one black thought

Clouded and became rain

(Chorus)

It’s time for a new start

It’s time for a new start

It’s time for a new start

(Verse II)

When all your thoughts are broken

All your words misspoken

All your love left smoking

(Chorus)

It’s time for a new start

It’s time for a new start

It’s time for a new start

(Bridge)

(Verse III)

Shackled hands are clapping

A row of inmates are napping

Rehabilitated and ready to depart

(Chorus)

It’s time for a new start

It’s time for a new start

It’s time for a new start

(Outro)

“The Easter Bunny Is Gonna Come And Give You Candy” (acoustic demo)

April 15, 2017

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E, F, C

(Verse 1)

Find those eggs

Find those eggs

Find those eggs

Find those eggs

(Chorus)

The Easter Bunny is gonna come and give you candy

The Easter Bunny is gonna come and give you candy

The Easter Bunny is gonna come and give you candy

The Easter Bunny is gonna come and give you candy

(Verse 2)

Dye those eggs

Dye those eggs

Dye those eggs

Dye those eggs

(Chorus)

The Easter Bunny is gonna come and give you candy

The Easter Bunny is gonna come and give you candy

The Easter Bunny is gonna come and give you candy

The Easter Bunny is gonna come and give you candy

(Verse 3)

Christ has risen

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“Time Stoppers”

March 30, 2017

IMG_2154Time stoppers

A moment flashed

Paused and examined

Attempting to last

Time stoppers

Beauty in a bottle

Frozen lightning

Extended brightening

Time stoppers

The bite of the lip

Eyes rolling back

A quick quick smile

Teeth all bared

Sharing a gift

Time stoppers

“Hooray for Surviving” (acoustic demo)

March 24, 2017

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(Chorus)

Standing on the beach, looming in the horizon, running fast made it past, relieved to be not dying

Standing on the beach, looming in the horizon, missed this crash, hooray for surviving

(Verse I)

Of birds and feathers and mice and coats

Found out how to float

A mind rearranged, tranced up, and engaged

A circular movement, atoms and the earth

The dance of the top that never stops

A peaceful blur, a very peaceful blur

A peaceful blur, a very peaceful blur

(Chorus)

Standing on the beach, looming in the horizon, running fast made it past, relieved to be not dying

Standing on the beach, looming in the horizon, missed this crash, hooray for surviving

(Verse II)

Love goes in

and Love goes out

Tipped over

Like a teapot

Here is the handle

Now is the spout

Eyes and ears

Sees and hears

Sight and sounds

Planes touching down

(Chorus)

Standing on the beach, looming in the horizon, running fast made it past, relieved to be not dying

Standing on the beach, looming in the horizon, missed this crash, hooray for surviving

(Bridge)

(Verse III)

Hands massaging your insides

Pull the darkness out

The soul as a beach blanket

The darkness the sand

All cleaned off

Waving in the wind

All cleaned off

Waving in the wind

(Chorus)

Standing on the beach, looming in the horizon, running fast made it past, relieved to be not dying

Standing on the beach, looming in the horizon, missed this crash, hooray for surviving

“Training”

January 20, 2017

“Hi Shadow!”

January 15, 2017

“Hooray for Surviving”

January 9, 2017

Standing on the beach looming in the horizon

Running fast made it past relieved to be not dying

Of birds and feathers and mice and coats

Drowned out by a habitual need to hear notes

A mind rearranged tranced up and engaged

A cymbal’s crash jerks the hips in a flash

A circular movement mimicking atoms and the earth

A peaceful blur, a very peaceful blur

The dance of a top that never stops

A cog in the great energy machine

Love goes in

And love goes out

Tipped over like a teapot

Here is the handle

Now is the spout

Eyes and ears

Sees and hears

Hands massaging your insides

Pull the darkness out

The soul as a beach blanket

The darkness the sand

All cleaned off

Waving in the wind

Standing on the beach looming in the horizon

Missed this crash

Hooray for surviving

 

“Eli’s Reflections”

January 1, 2017

“Front Roughty” (Mike Doughty at The City Winery NYC 07.31.2013)

December 20, 2016

Mike Doughty City Winery NY 07-31-2017

“Yard Check”

December 19, 2016

This post is all about the third picture for me. I work for a trucking company and every morning I do the yard check, which entails filling out a list of the trailers and equipment in the yard.

 

The first picture shows the icicle coming off of a trailer, the list I make, and some clouds.

 

 

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This second picture I was trying to get a better picture of the icicle. While doing this I noticed the window’s reflection of the yard check that was sitting on the passenger seat.

 

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This third picture is all natural reflection. It perfectly balances the original inspiring subject, the icicle, with the second inspiring subject, the reflections, creating a quasi-abstract picture. I kind of feel like I may be the only person who can really appreciate it, but man do I love it so I wanted to share it.

I like how by posting all three pictures each one zooms in more and more, getting closer and closer and deeper and deeper.

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“Angelo’s Reflections”

December 8, 2016

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“PIANIS!”

December 5, 2016

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“Around and Around the Holidays”

December 4, 2016

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“Converse, Not Converses!” (admonishment from my 7 year old nephew)

November 28, 2016

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“Trolling”

November 26, 2016

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“Gravy of Love”

November 24, 2016

May the gravy of Love

Fill the mashed potatoes of your heart

& Pour over the turkey of your mind

May your plate always be full

“Giving Thanks” by Evan & Keith (Official Music Video)

November 23, 2016

(Verse One)

Here we are once again
Right back where we began
Cooking in the kitchen
We’re watching holiday traditions
There’s a parade on TV
Floating by on the screen
The Lions & The Cowgirls
Battle for the drumsticks

(Chorus)*

Do not lose heart
This is our golden age
Do not let go of the memories we made
Though outwardly we are wasting away
Do not let memories grow old and grey
Inwardly we are being renewed day by day
Living in the moment making new memories
Remembering to give thanks for our friends and families

(Verse Two)

Sitting at the table passing the peas
Bird in the middle mashed potatoes please
Sail that gravy boat over to me
Want to pour it over the white and dark meat
Asparagus, mushrooms, corn on the cob too
Three kinds of stuffing waiting for you
Marshmallows melted over Grandma’s yams
Cranberry sauce from the finest can

(Chorus)*

Do not lose heart
This is our golden age
Do not let go of the memories we made
Though outwardly we are wasting away
Do not let memories grow old and grey
Inwardly we are being renewed day by day
Living in the moment making new memories
Remembering to give thanks for our friends and families

(Bridge)

We made it through the good and bad
Here’s a toast to those we have and those we had
Wherever you are thanks for reminding us Dad
Grant the wish of the broken bone that made the loser sad

(3rd Verse)

Gobble gobbling dessert
Sweet potato and pumpkin pie
All over our shirt

*Several lines from the chorus are excerpted from 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

 

“Giving Thanks” by Evan & Keith
Lyrics: Corcoran/Darragh
Music: Corcoran/Darragh/JVO

Evan Darragh: lead vocals/rhythm guitar/lead guitar/harmonica
Keith Corcoran: bass guitar/harmony vocals
Produced by: JVO at Smileneck Studios

Music Video: Keith Corcoran (with a very special thanks to Google Images and the Animoto app)

“Grimaces”

November 18, 2016

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“Awopbopalubopawopbamboom”

November 17, 2016

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(original picture before editing courtesy of Marianne Ashenden)

“I Listen to Your Heartbeat, Fix You Up, Ready to Go”

November 16, 2016

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“Second Session with JVO@Smileneck Studios” (electric guitar, lead vocals, harmony vocals, and harmonica for “Giving Thanks”)

November 15, 2016

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“Corcoran-Eyes-d: A Padawan from Matawan”

November 11, 2016

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I’ve been an admirer and collector of psychedelic poster artist Carl Alm’s art since I was a teenager.

The first piece I bought was his “Spun Out”. It used to hang on the wall of my teenage bedroom, but I lost that piece in a fire in 2003.

I am the proud owner of a copy of his “Jedi” piece. I love this piece because it shows the ongoing battle of the space soap opera between the light and dark forces.

Carl crafted the lettering in such a way that “Jedi” reads as both Jedi and Jesus. Along the sides it says, “The Grateful Dead plays, but only Jesus Saves.” I’m not quite sure what it says on the bottom…

I have this poster hanging on the wall of my study. Last night I cut out a picture of me playing bass and inserted it in the middle of the “Eyes of the World”. I like the way the original picture, courtesy of my friend Country Jerry’s wife Carol, had the feet cropped off perfectly so it fit in with the flowing water. I positioned my head so the crown is alignment with the symbolism of the cross.

Some of Carl’s more mind-blowing art can be found at “CarlAlmArt.com”.  He has two pieces he did that are companions to each other that are truly something to behold. One piece is based on Beatles songs and the other on Led Zeppelin songs. The kicker is how both of the pieces flow in and out of each other. On his site you can find links to his “spiel” on them that explains his creative thought processes that went into them.

What I admire most about Carl’s work, besides the heart that goes into them, is the details. They are best viewed in person with the 3-D glasses he sells whether on his site or in person where he sells his art at Grateful Dead and extended Dead family related rock and roll concerts.

“First Session with JVO@Smileneck Studios” (acoustic guitar and electric bass for “Giving Thanks”)

November 9, 2016

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“As We Thought” (band practice pictures)

November 6, 2016

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(images courtesy of Daniel Lyons from a “Major Input” practice April 22nd 2015)

“Too Strong” (acoustic demo)

November 5, 2016

Awareness

  (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Too Strong)

(A tribute for anyone who has lost a friend or family member to substance abuse)

The drugs were too strong

The drugs were too strong

They cut you in half

And now you are dead

The drugs were too strong

The drugs were too strong

They cut you in half

And now you are dead

Like shoes without feet

Pants without legs

Arms without sleeves

Hats without heads

I’m missing something

I’m missing something

That something is you

That something is you

The drugs were too strong

The drugs were too strong

They cut you in half

And now you are dead

I’m missing someone

I’m missing someone

I’m missing someone

That someone is you

 

Music: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/rhythm acoustic guitar and Evan Darragh/lead acoustic guitar

 

 

“Even Farther than the Stars” (acoustic demo)

November 3, 2016

even farther

I saw you driving in your car

Heading for an accident

You are so young

I was reluctant to say anything

I have been down that road before

You seemed so happy flying in your car

When I was a younger man

I enjoyed that road too

In my old car

Now I look back and say to myself

“I remember my old car

I had a lot of fun in it

Until I crashed it”

But I survived the wreck

My new car takes me even farther than the stars

May your future car take you even farther than the stars

 

“I Ain’t Afraid Of No Ghost”

November 1, 2016

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“Looking Out Your Window” (acoustic demo)

October 29, 2016

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I.

Thrusted upon imagined shadows

Devoured by the cave

Heard your fingers calling

From the ivories to be brave

The lights were flickering & sliding

Bouncing off the walls

From your mind to mine

The wonder of it all

II.

Four men with umbrellas

Hiding from the rain

A woman standing on a horse

Down in New Orleans

III.

Looking out your window

I saw pumpkins on a porch

Scarecrows slept on banisters

While you were passed the torch

IV.

In haunted dreams & the field of terror

I welcomed the ghost of you

You held my hand through Dementia’s corridors

As polka dots threatened to undo

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(artwork on eraser board by Daniel Lyons)

“MLKJr Day (I Have A Dream)”

October 25, 2016

*This poem is made entirely of lines from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech*

(I have a dream)

The greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation

(I have a dream)

A great beacon light of hope to millions

(I have a dream)

 A joyous daybreak to end the long night

(I have a dream)

A promissory note to which every American was to fall heir

(I have a dream)

All men guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness

(I have a dream)

This sacred obligation

(I have a dream)

The great vaults of opportunity of this nation

(I have a dream)

Make real the promises of democracy

(I have a dream)

The sunlit path of racial justice

(I have a dream)

From the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood

(I have a dream)

Make justice a reality for all of god’s children

(I have a dream)

An invigorating autumn of freedom and equality

(I have a dream)

Let us not seek our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred

(I have a dream)

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline

(I have a dream)

We must not allow our creative protests to degenerate into physical violence

(I have a dream)

Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force

(I have a dream)

We cannot walk alone

(I have a dream)

We shall always march ahead

(I have a dream)

We cannot turn back

(I have a dream)

We will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream

(I have a dream)

Unearned suffering is redemptive

(I have a dream)

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal

(I have a dream)

Sit down together at the table of brotherhood

(I have a dream)

An oasis of freedom and justice

(I have a dream)

Little black boys and little black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and little white girls as sisters and brothers

(I have a dream)

The glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together

(I have a dream)

The rough places will be made plain and the crooked places will be made straight

(I have a dream)

Hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope

(I have a dream)

Transform the jangling dischords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood

(I have a dream)

With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day

(I have a dream)

This will be the day when all of god’s children will be able to sing with new meaning, “my country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee i sing.’

(I have a dream)

From every mountain side, let freedom ring

“Giving Thanks” (acoustic demo)

October 19, 2016

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(1st Verse)

Here we are once again

Right back where we began

We’re cooking in the kitchen

We’re watching holiday traditions

There’s a parade on TV

Floating by on the screen

The Lions and the Cowgirls

Battle for the drumsticks

(Chorus)*

Do not lose heart

This is our golden age

Do not let go of the memories we made

Though outwardly we are wasting away

Do not let memories grow old & grey

Inwardly we are being renewed day by day

Living in the moment

Making new memories

Remembering to give thanks

(2nd Verse)

Sitting at the table passing the peas

Bird in the middle, more mashed potatoes please

Sail that gravy boat on over to me

Want to pour it all over the white and dark meat

Asparagus and stuffing, corn on the cobb too

Three kinds of mushrooms are waiting for you

Marshmallows melted over Grandma’s yams

Cranberry sauce from the finest can

(Bridge)

We made it through the good and the bad

Here’s a toast to those we have and to those we had

Wherever you are, thanks for reminding us, Dad

Grant the wish of the broken bone that made the loser sad

(Chorus)*

Do not lose heart

This is our golden age

Do not let go of the memories we made

Though outwardly we are wasting away

Do not let memories grow old & grey

Inwardly we are being renewed day by day

Living in the moment

Making new memories

Remembering to give thanks

(3rd Verse)

Gobble gobble gobbling dessert

Sweet potato and pumpkin pie all over our shirts

*Most of the chorus is excerpted from 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

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Music: Keith Corcoran

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran

Notes on “oH’D”

October 17, 2016

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  1. “oH’D”
  2. The clouds scatter and the name embedded is shown
  3. tHe bad kids are sawing off the founder’s head, his eye gets stuck with an ice cream cone
  4. evErybody knows remakes are never better
  5. gagS on signs are doubled, to the ad agencies we are the debtors
  6. skatIng through a pile of leaves reveals a belch
  7. placeMent of products familiar to this family are conveyed on the belt
  8. purple Players practice hand held devices
  9. grandpa Snores are startled by defensive drivers
  10. in order tO find the devil and god and rod and todd
  11. find buttoN that pauses
  12. 600 episodeS tonight, all awesome
  13. (Thanks Nick!)
  1. The title is a play on the first Simpsons poem I wrote in college called “Oh’d”, which is a play on “D’oh!”. (Play-doh?) The ‘HD’ in the title is emphasized because this second poem was inspired by the changes made to the intro since the HD switch.
  2. The show opens with clouds dispersing and the name of the show, “The Simpsons”, appears. The ‘name embedded’ refers to both this poem and the other poem which were built around a cryptography idea that Edgar Allen Poe used. The first line and first letter start with a “T”, the second line and second letter start with an “H”, the third line and third letter start with an “E” and so on until the name, “The Simpsons” is embedded in the poem.
  3. Jimbo and Kearney saw off Springfield founder Jebediah Springfield’s head and it lands on Ralph Wiggum’s head who is standing underneath it. The ice cream cone he was eating before it fell on him smashes in the eye of the statue head and sticks there.
  4. This is a self-referential joke in the style of “The Simpsons”. This is me commenting on the success I had with the first poem in college and how this remake, as well as many movie remakes and tv shows no matter how good they are, are rarely better than the original.
  5. We used to just get a chalkboard gag, but now with this new sequence we get an additional joke in the form of a billboard advertisement right before the chalkboard gag.
  6. Now when Bart exits the school after detention and flies out the doors on his skateboard he lands in a pile of leaves and bounces off Moe’s Tavern regular and Homer’s high school buddy Barney Gumble who is revealed to be sleeping under them. Barney burps.
  7. In the new supermarket sequence items that are being scanned include products from the show’s history such as a carton of “Laramie’s”, “Krusty O’s”,  “Tomacco Juice”, and “Mr. Sparkle Laundry Detergent”.
  8. Sherri and Terri are seen playing with hand held devices in the Lisa saxophone sequence during music class, whereas in the old one they were playing flutes.
  9. In the old intro it was just Marge and Maggie in the car when they honked their horns in unison, but now Grandpa is in the car sleeping and when they honk it startles him and wakes him up.
  10. As the Simpson family arrives home from their daily routines, in the old intro and the new intro, there is moment that flashes by that shows a plethora of characters. In order to truly appreciate this you have to view this on a format where you can pause and view the sequence frame by frame.
  11. *See previous*
  12. This poem was written to commemorate “The Simpsons” 600th episode. I am a faithful viewer that has seen every episode since it aired when I was seven years old. I am 33 years old now.
  13. I have a friend who actually works on the show and the amazing guy that he is, knowing full well my appreciation of the show, asked me if I had any ideas for his Halloween credit this year. He used the idea I pitched to him: Nick “At Night” Conti,  as well as going above and beyond and included a (Thanks Keith!) after it because he knew I would freak out. I did. It was a highlight of my life. (Thanks Nick!)

 

img_4663(photo courtesy of Michael “Master P” Mastropiero)

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“oH’D” (a companion piece to “Oh’d”written in commemoration of episode 600 of “The Simpsons”)

October 16, 2016

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The clouds scatter and the name embedded is shown

tHe bad kids are sawing off the founder’s head, his eye gets stuck with an ice cream cone

evErybody knows remakes are never better

gagS on signs are doubled, to the ad agencies we are the debtors

skatIng through a pile of leaves reveals a belch

placeMent of products familiar to this family are conveyed on the belt

purple Players practice hand held devices

grandpa Snores are startled by defensive drivers

in order tO find the devil and god and rod and todd

find buttoN that pauses

600 episodeS tonight, all awesome

(Thanks Nick!)

“The Room’s Gallery”

October 13, 2016

 

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(Espresso Joe’s open mic October 12th 2016)

“Pizza Parlor Picture”

October 13, 2016

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“For Jesus Did Not & Does Not & Will Not Slay Any Persons As Somewhere It Was Falsely Written”*

October 11, 2016

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*title excerpted from Roky Erickson’s song “Devotional Number One”

“The Roots Bring The Love”

October 3, 2016

The seed sprouts the roots

The roots bring the love

They pass along the nourishment

The tree grows

The branches sprout the leaves

The leaves receive the wind

The leaves glimmer in a sequine of dance

The wind and the leaves create a whoosh of music

The wind feels good as it passes through

The leaves change with the seasons

Green to yellow to orange to red to crinkly brown on the ground

In cold barren winter the tree still has the roots

The tree regenerates and makes way

In the vibrant birth of Spring

The tree bears the fruit

The fruit drops the seeds

The seed sprouts the roots

The roots bring the love

“Sharp Reflections”

October 3, 2016

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“There For…Us” Happy 10th Anniversary My Love

September 29, 2016

Thank you for taking me
To have and to hold
For richer or poorer
In sickness and in health
Until death do us part

You’ve had me since September 29th 2006 and I’ve had you
We’ve held each other through riches and poverty
In sickness and in health
You’ve always been there
For these last ten years
Through the tears and fears
The smiles and the laughter
You’ve been there
When your Grandmother died
I was there
When my Grandmother died
You were there
For the birth of every one of our nephews
You were there
For the birth of our first born
You were there
That was a joke
Obviously
You were there
I will always be there for you
& I hope you will always be there for me
At the end
We can say
We were there
For each other
Through every season
Through every trial
Through every tribulation
Constantly Constant
In this world full of changes
To have
And to hold
I Love You Tracy
Thank You
For being there
Happy ten years
Here’s to as many as we can get
Until death do us part my love
Until death do us part

“Ruby”

September 28, 2016

More of us

For the core in us

Porous

Amorous

Unsure of us

Unsure of them

Crème de la crème

Vitamins

Vital men

Vital signs

Vital gems

Ruby amongst us

The hardest of stones

Besides a diamond

Precious

Sapphire

Emerald

Gems held

Energy

Of the Earth

Pulsating

Undular

Enigmatic charismatic

Never static

Peaks and Valleys

Girls

Woman

One

Love

True

Lasts a lifetime

With work

A gift from heaven

 

“Raining Down Sugar”

September 28, 2016

A little reminder

From the Dawn

A pleasant sky

Bursting with beauty

Pink cotton candy clouds

Blue cotton candy sky

Raining down sugar

Rotting the teeth

Of smiling children

Get down from your cloud

Put your feet on the ground

Walk to your usefulness

Walk towards the sound

Crawl to forgiveness

Let those knees bleed

The flesh is just a spacesuit

Inner space take heed

 

“Amended”

September 27, 2016

I’m turning good again

I’m turning good again

Though I like to fight you

I’m turning good again

You and me have become unlikely friends

Because of you I’m turning good again

Every decision matters

Every dollar counts

Going to go over to the school and show them these rhythms inside

Going to go over to you and hand you the keys to this ride

Going to listen to the less aggressive voice of pride

Get the bits and pieces

Put them together with your thoughts

The artistic notion you always sought

I’m turning good again

I’m turning good again

Though I like to fight you

I’m turning good again

Different times

Different fashions

Different people

Different passions

Same person

Torn or mended

Offended

Defended

Reprimanded

&

Amended

“With A Little Help From My Friends & Family” (A Video Tribute To My Son’s Fifth Birthday Party)

September 25, 2016

September 24th 2016

 

Special thanks to my family for 1) making the cousins & 2) sending me pictures used in this video

“Locus” by Major Input (Official Music Video)

September 18, 2016

Music: Major Input

Lyrics: Darragh/Corcoran

Illustrated Lyrics: Daniel Lyons

Recording, Engineering, and Mixing: Joseph Santo & Ryan Gresh

Mastering: John Rogers

Music Video: Keith Corcoran

Keith Corcoran: Bass Guitar/Lead Vocals

Evan Darragh: Rhythm Guitar/Backup Vocals

Ryan Gresh: Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Backup Vocals

Joseph Santo:  Guitar

Justin Thouret: Drums/Harmony Vocals/Lead Scream Vocals

“Cherishing Childhood” by Keith Corcoran

September 13, 2016

 

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September 2016

This video contains two original songs.

The first song is an instrumental named “TVQ” . It is named that because after hearing it for the first time my friend said, “It sounds like a transcendental vision quest”.

The second song is named “Heather’s Heavy Sweaters”. It is named that because I figured the other working titles, “Feathers” and “Heather” are probably used more often than “Heather’s Heavy Sweaters”.

This video was filmed on an iphone 5s.

“Heather’s Heavy Sweaters” cuts off due to space/memory on my phone running out, however, it cuts short at a serendipitous moment. A bee begins to investigate my phone which was propped up on a guitar stand. The quick cut looks super artsy, but it is accidental artsy. A happy accident, just like the public television host of “The Joy of Painting” used to say.

I have fond memories of playing knock hockey and “Memory” as a child at Matawan recreation in the summer in the exact spot where this video takes place. Rumor has it that this building will be knocked down soon, which is a shame because it is a perfect stage.

*Should you have trouble playing this video here is the Youtube link: https://youtu.be/STtR9zFPEjs

“Gravelly Guitars”

September 13, 2016

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“Off the Record”

September 11, 2016

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Photo of a piece of a piece of art my brother Brian, friend Dan, and I made together one night.

“Then Smiles”

September 9, 2016

Finally figured out what happens after you die

God asks, “How much money did you make?”

Then smiles

“Wanted! Eight Men, Armed & Dangerous: Crime? Professional Hat Thieves.”

September 7, 2016

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“Unsnack Your Snood, Madanna, for the Stars”

September 4, 2016

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“Be The Church”

September 1, 2016

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“My Sister’s Cat”

September 1, 2016

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“Death Becomes Him”

August 31, 2016

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“Mr. Cobb (He Was Singing So Good)” (acoustic demo)

August 29, 2016

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The way that he met his demise

Was he was singing so good he thought he could fly

Bucking expectations
Resigning to the fact
That Mr. Cobb just ain’t calling back
No, no, no he ain’t calling back

No, no, no he ain’t calling back

No, no, no he ain’t callin back

Painted red

Yes, he was whacked
That hard concrete gave him the sack

Mr. Cobb ain’t calling back
No, no, no he ain’t calling back

No, no, no he ain’t calling back

No, no, no he ain’t calling back

The way that he met his demise
Was he was singing so good he thought he could fly

Bucking expectations

Resigning to the fact

That Mr. Cobb ain’t calling back

No, no, no he ain’t calling back

No, no, no he ain’t calling back

 

“Her Mouth Was A House With Unlocked Doors”

August 29, 2016

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“Point Pleasant Fun House”

August 29, 2016

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“Espresso Joe’s Storage Room Reflection”

August 26, 2016

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“Attention K-Mart Shoppers”

August 26, 2016

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“Cat Bat”

August 24, 2016

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“Say Hello To My Little Friend”

August 24, 2016

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“Main, Stains & Rabbit Lane”

August 22, 2016

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“Rule No.1: No Smoking on the Bumper Cars”

August 21, 2016

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“Gorgeous”

August 19, 2016

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“Searching for the Ghost of Kurt Cobain”

August 17, 2016

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“Fortunate Cookies” by Major Input (Official Music Video)

August 16, 2016

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Music: Major Input

Lyrics: (Golden Dragon/Corcoran/Darragh/Gresh/Thouret)

Lead Vocals/Rhythm Guitar: Ryan Gresh

Backup Vocals/Rhythm Guitar: Evan Darragh

Lead Guitar: Joe Santo

Bass Guitar: Keith Corcoran

Drums: Justin Thouret

Recorded & Engineered by: Joe Santo & Ryan Gresh

Mastered by: John Rogers

Video by: Keith Corcoran

“Best Man Speech (for Brian & Jenni)”

August 16, 2016
  1. You know, today is the day Brian finally got his other half, but he already had an ‘other half’….me.
  2. Hi! My name is Keith and I am Brian’s twin brother.
  3. Brian, I want to thank you for asking me to be your best man. I only assume it is because you are so narcissistic that when you could not choose yourself as the BEST man, you got the next best closest thing.
  4. Jenni, you look absolutely angelic today. I want to thank you on behalf of the maids of honor and other helpers.
  5. I also want to thank the Mother and Father of the Bride, Heather and “Deardom”.
  6. At this time I would like EVERYONE to toast Heather & Deardom. Here! Here!
  7. I want to thank Brian and Jenni for their gifts. I also want to thank Gwyn, Jenni’s sister and Matron of Honor and Shannon, Jenni’s best friend and bridesmaid. I would also like to thank all the other people who helped make this day a success: Marianne, James, Chelsea, and honestly too many to mention, planning a wedding is not easy.

 

  1. I first met Brian inside of a 28 year-old woman in 1982, and let me tell you, we’ve only become closer since then.

 

  1. Hey Brian and Jenni! One of the first nights we hung out together the three of us got dressed up in thrift store clothes, colored each other’s faces with magic markers, and photographed the shenanigans. When I think about Brian and Jenni I like to think about the times I’ve seen them dressed up together in other costumes. Whether they were both all dressed head to toe in black and wearing sunglasses on a hot summer day and hanging out on the roof of our mother’s home waiting for visitors from other planets, or simply dressed up as mustachioed burglars. I think today they are going for the old bride and groom gag.

 

  1. Brian has always been an enigmatic fella. When we were little one of his favorite past times was to take all the light bulbs out of the lamps and smash them. I also once witnessed him _______.  Why did you do that Brian? Why? Don’t even tell me, “Chiquita did it!”

 

  1. Brian and Jenni first met at Brookdale Community College and both transferred and graduated from Kean University. These two are college sweethearts. They’re sweethearts with or without college though. They’re certainly not sour hearts.

 

  1. The two of you today are doing one the most beautiful things two human beings can do. You are committing yourselves to love. *bow chicka wow wow* You are staring down the road of life together. The road is filled with everything. It’s a road with lots of surprises, which is good, because if you knew the beauty that lies ahead there would be no fun and excitement.

 

  1. So, in closing, here’s to fun, excitement, and especially love. I LOVE YOU BOTH. Cheers!

“It’s Time (To Take the Collar Off)” for Katie-Did

August 13, 2016

It’s time

To take the collar off

Some last goodbyes

Good girl

Your mission is over

We salute you

Job well done

In the arms of Mommy’s little girl

It’s time

To take the collar off

“Unwitting Collaboration”

August 13, 2016

image.jpegHave a very talented artist friend. One night we were hanging out and while we were talking he was “doodling” with a canvas and some paint I had lying around.

Recently my son pulled out the finger paints and we got stripped down and finger painted over the abstract piece that was there, as well as ourselves. This is the result.

It was very primal and freeing at the same time. At first it was tough to not freak out about the mess we were making and the thought that I would eventually have to clean up and be self conscious, but once I overcame that, it quickly became a gateway to one of the best times I can remember.

“Time is in the Wind” (acoustic demo)

August 12, 2016

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(Whistling & Humming)

(Verse 1)

There’s a sound

Trapped in my head

Crept in one day

Won’t leave ’til I’m dead

It hums it hums

It whistles too

It bounces around

I think it’s blue

(Chorus)

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

(Verse 2)

Electric sparks

Love supreme

Energy’s gone

End of dream

Flicker flicker

Jump-start my heart

It’s time to live again

& Do my part

(Chorus)

Hum-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

(Verse 3)

I owe my life

To the love I’ve found

When I wasn’t square

You stuck around

When I was fist

You made me pound

When I was beat

You made me bound

When I was silent

You made me sound

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Hug-uh-um, Time is in the wind

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran, Evan Darragh, and Justin Thouret

Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran

*This is just a slowed down solo acoustic version of “Sound Trapped” with alternate lyrics. We were practicing this one time with Justin and he looks at us from behind the kit and says, “Let’s do that ‘Time is in the Wind’ song.” I always thought that was funny, so when I made a mournful version of this song which included those lyrics in the chorus. Also, my friend Anthony said after Justin passed he was smoking a cigarette outside and he could have sworn him call, “Yooo…”.

“Ether: This Machine Brings Us Together”

August 11, 2016

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“Jacqueamo 7”

August 10, 2016

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“The Happiest Clown on the Planet”

August 10, 2016

The sad clown decided one dark day that he’d had enough. He put away his jokes in his joke bag, never to be opened again. He took off his wig, his shoes, and pants. He decided there was no reason to sing “The Clown Song Blues” anymore.

Honk honk, hee hee, tricycles, unicycles, Barnum & Bailey. Clowning around was just a cover. He couldn’t hide behind the mask anymore. The tears washed away the paint as he stood over his sink. His reflection shouted back at him that he was a failure. He tried to make them laugh, but instead he scared the daylights out of these kids. He had become the reason for nightlights. His sense of humour had become too warped. A product of extremity. A misunderstood artist. Who was he clowning for anyway? The others? Himself? He always let himself down, the others he tried to bring up.

 

While off colour, in myriad colours, he thought the effort would surely be understood by God. He wasn’t a nasty, evil clown. He wasn’t from Mars and he didn’t hang around sewers, except maybe his mind.

Then he realized, it was time to clean up his act and become a happy clown. He would turn down all the work he had been getting at all of the pity parties. He would finally be like his hero, the happiest clown on the planet, Ronald McDonald.

“Had a Hemorrhoidectomy a Month Ago…”

August 5, 2016

Had a hemorrhoidectomy a month ago and this morning was the one month recheck.

Was talking to my friend last night and I was saying how I was kind of dreading the recheck.

I was telling him how weird it was the first time I met with my doctor. She’s probably in her late thirties. I have met her three times so far in my life. The first time I visited her office was after my first colonoscopy.

    After I had filled out the paperwork I was brought into room the by the nurse, another late thirtiesish woman. She puts me on the scale, weighs me, asks me my height, asks me why I’m here. She takes my paperwork which includes my health insurance info, a script, and ultra graphic color pictures of my colonoscopy. She takes my blood pressure and my temp.

The doctor comes in this small room and the nurse stays in the room. I was explaining to him that this is the weird part. I have never had anybody put anything up my butt besides doctors putting their fingers up my butt to check the hemorrhoids and whatever they did to me when I was knocked out for the colonoscopy. On this visit I learned what an anuscope is.

I was saying to him the anuscope experience wouldn’t be half as awkward if the nurse didn’t stay in room, but she has to in order to take the doctor’s notes like a dental hygienist takes down the numbers when measuring your gum line.

The doctor had me lay on my side after she turned the recliner I was sitting on into a table. Then the nurse draped a sheet over me and I was informed about the anuscope, basically a dildo with a camera on the tip of it. The nurse sat down in a chair in a corner facing me right in my line of view, impossible to avoid eye contact. Shortly after I was informed about the anuscope, I was experiencing the anuscope.

He jokingly asked if she was slowly moving it in and out and in and out.

I said no, but the nurse was licking her lips which made me question what exactly was going on here.

He then asked if they gave me a ball gag before all this went down.

I said no, but they did make me get on all fours.

Then he pointed out that they do this all day everyday and that before I got there they were probably like, “Okay, this time I get to sit in the corner.”

Anyway, so this morning’s check up I of course got the same doctor, but I also got the same nurse. It was hard not to think of the conversation I had with my friend the night before.

Today was good though, nice and quick and I knew what to expect. Same exact thing happened, except when the doctor initially spread my cheeks she took a look and exclaimed, “NICE!!!”

Also, while anuscoping she relayed to the nurse, “Good tone.”

So the good news is the surgery went well and I’m going to be fine.

“Jumbled Together”

August 5, 2016

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“Passions”

August 5, 2016

Two Passions

“Two Dreams from January 19th 2014”

August 5, 2016

Dream #1

Playing with a flame thrower in the kitchen of my old house
Flames are crawling up the walls
They go out
But then an electric panel on the wall reignites
I throw water on it
Run down to the basement with a gas can
Hide the gas can by the generator running in the basement
Mom and Stepfather running into the basement in a panic trying to find out about the fire
I run past them up the stairs and further up to winding stairs which lead to the uppermost level
Go to my old room, open the window, and all of the sudden have a gun and fire shots out into the black in a flurry of fury
My Mother’s cousin Anthony is a policeman (dead in real life) and he is outside in the backyard
I almost killed him and a mystery man he was with
Shot Anthony, but it was only a wound
Mystery man gets away, but a stray bullet bit a random pooch with deadly force
I am mocked for killing a dog and shooting an innocent animal
I’m going to jail
They let me keep the stamps in my wallet even after the thorough inspection thinking they were drugs

I’m excited about the time off
Time to decompress
I can’t believe how insane I was and am embarrassed about the shooting and temporary lapse of sanity
I’m in utter disbelief that that happened
I grab a handful of crayons to write some letters home
Realize I will be here awhile and I’ve lost it all
My woman, my son

Dream #2

I’m at a gas station trying to pull up gas tank side
I pull past the pumps to get a better angle and while in reverse my spot is stolen
Infuriated I decide to back right into them as If they weren’t there and smash into them
The driver turns out to be my best friend
The insurance man looks it over and I’m caught on video
I try to pretend like I don’t know whose fault it is, but it is obviously mine

 

“Bertcore & Erniecore”

August 5, 2016

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“True Love”

August 4, 2016

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“Bassically”

August 4, 2016

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“Happy Father’s Day!”

August 4, 2016

My heart goes out to all the fathers who had to go through the motions of creating a child

Thank you for the hard work

Happy Father’s Day!

“Monster in the Morning”

August 4, 2016

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“We Love You More Than Words Can Tell: Reads Banner in the Sky at GD50”

August 4, 2016

We Love You More Than Words Can Tell

“Scolding Canine Abode: Embarrassed, But Not Unwelcome”

August 4, 2016

At Hotdog House, but not Hotdog House. Definite punk rock house of people on the outs. Head there by myself. Wearing stepfather’s red Columbia jacket and twin brother’s electric blue vans. Have hair combed at the side as is my current grown-up style. In dream remember talking to someone, girl, don’t know who that was, said they been there before and walked around, but never made it to the top floor.

I’m nervous in the dream, but walk in as if I belong there, go there all the time. Walk in, feels like entering “Resident Evil 1” mansion. Floors and lighting are dark, old wood with black stain/dirt. Go to the right and the building wraps around to the top in a spiral.

   As soon as I’m in I see punk rockers milling about, but “concentrate on trucking right”. I want to make it to the top and I see someone sitting at a desk like some sort of punk rock RA/receptionist/hotel clerk. Decide to act casual like I belong and try to just breeze past. He stops me, I tell him I’m here to look around and see some friends. He is wearing glasses and has kind of a Win Butler from Arcade Fire look. He gets my information and notes my type, “skater”, I am offended! Embarrassed my clothes look so nice I continue along the winding upward halls to the top room. It is completely dark and a circular room at the top with either a dark center or hole. Proceed to walk around and it is very dark and tarry with slits on the floor. My feet are caught, but I keep walking. I’m looking for a spirit or an ally, but more so The Great Spirit. About halfway through the tarry slitty circle I find it, and I black out.

I wake up in the dream and I’m still in the mansion on the top floor, but this is a flophouse. I wake up without my electric blue shoes and beaten up. I am embarrassed. I go to leave and I see a roommate/the punk rocker drop out/cool dude that lives in the next room adjacent to this room. The top floor looks completely different. He is nice to me and explains what I did in my blacked out state, stating that what I really did was wander into someone’s room and started taking things so I got beat up. Felt embarrassed, but not unwelcome.

“Primus Ponies”

August 4, 2016

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07.24.2015

“Don’t Forget Your Youth”

August 4, 2016

Don't Forget Your Youth

“White on White: Wedding”

August 4, 2016

White Wedding Ozzy and a priest

“White On White: Ceiling Light Reflections, Looking Out the Window of Sansone Auto Mall”

August 4, 2016

Toyota White on White

“Cross Dock”

August 4, 2016

TATS whse

“Curious Collaboration”

August 4, 2016

Curious Casey

Art project with my four year old son. He colored the painting.

“Justin’s Dream”

April 19, 2016

March 28th 2016

Had a dream about Justin last night that woke me up in the middle of the night. We were playing music in his parents’ driveway, but of course in dreams everything is skewed and the driveway was rainbow shaped with the real driveway being the entrance and the shape extending across their front lawn. Justin was playing drums and I was playing bass. Evan wasn’t in the dream for some reason. I think because he was always very understanding of substance abuse having lost his brother to addiction. Joe and Ryan were playing with us and mid jam left the driveway while continuing to play and started to walk up the street. We were in the middle of a jam on a song called “July 17th”. My brain picked this song because we have been rehearsing for Justin’s memorial with a new drummer and we just can’t seem to get this down without drawing it out unnecessarily. Justin used to lead us through that. I went to follow Ryan and Joe, but my cord pulled out. At that moment Justin’s brother CJ pulled up in the driveway. Justin and I followed him into the house.

 

When we walked into the house all of Justin’s family members and extended family members were there, as well as Ryan but not Joe. At this moment I realized Justin was a ghost, so I was freaking out and trying to whisper to Ryan to ask if he could see Justin sitting here beside me and asked him if he we had just been playing music together. He confirmed that he indeed could see him and that we were. At this point he started to feel as uneasy as I. It was like when we were outside I didn’t know he had passed and when we were inside I remembered he had. I whispered to Ryan, after he confirmed that he could see Justin, “Wasn’t he cremated?” Ryan looked at me and was about to answer when an extended family member that I have never met, a middle aged man in a buttoned down blue shirt with no tie said that indeed he had. This middle aged man reminded me of Justin and my friend Anthony.  Somebody passed Justin a pipe packed with marijuana and he took a hit. He blew out the smoke and turned to me and said, “This is what killed me.” Now, obviously marijuana has never killed a single human being ever, but I understood it as drugs did. The party continued on and Justin was still hanging out. Justin and I then went to hang out in the garage. We were sitting on a sofa together with a dry erase board in front of us. A name of a person whom I know who is alive and has substance abuse issues was written on the board, formally as it would appear on a gravestone. As I was looking at it, with Justin sitting next to me, I passed out.

 

When I awoke it was morning and Justin was asleep next to me on the couch. I was still freaked out as I was looking at him wondering if he was a ghost or real. So I built up the courage to lean over and poke at his knee. I felt cartilage! He was alive! I was so happy! But then I realized I was late for work. I began skipping down the driveway, which was the way it should be now, and as I got to the end I saw CJ and his friend whom I don’t know doing the same skipping motion, but mockingly. They were mad at me that I thought he was alive and was spreading these rumors about being able to see him at the party that was being thrown for his mourning. I told them, “He IS alive! I just felt CARTILAGE!” as I pointed to the sofa in the garage where we were. He told me there was nothing but garbage in there and that I was crazy. I then began to question my sanity and wonder if I was seeing Mocha the cat as Justin for some reason. Then I woke up.

 

Well, obviously I miss Justin very much. When I woke up at 3 am the first thing I saw was a shadow glide across the ceiling. It was my girl Tracy’s getting up to go to the bathroom, but in my semi-dream state I was wondering if I was still dreaming and that it represented Justin’s spirit. When she came back I told her I had the most intense dream with Justin in it. She said she saw that I was crawled up and talking to myself.

“Valentine’s Day (Love Song)” by Major Input

February 14, 2016

vday (frayed edges) final copy smaller

Gangsters kill each other on this day, LOVE!
Box of chocolates and a nice bouquet, LOVE!
Take you to a nice expensive place, LOVE!
Where you hand your keys to a valet, LOVE!
Looks so good no matter how it tastes, LOVE!

Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Loooooooove, Looooove, Loooove

Don’t you love when things fall into place? LOVE!
Don’t you love when someone take your case? LOVE!
Don’t you love when someone kiss yo face? LOVE!
Don’t you hear that really funky bass? LOVE!

Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Loooooooove, Looooove, Loooove

Looks so good no matter how it tastes, LOVE!
Don’t you love when someone kiss yo face?, LOVE!
Don’t you love a song written in hate? LOVE!

Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Loooooooove, Looooove, Loooove

 

Keith Corcoran – Bass Guitar/Lead Vocals
Evan Darragh – Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Group Vocals
Ryan Gresh – Rhythm Guitar/Group Vocals
Justin Thouret – Drums/Group Vocals

Music: Major Input and Sean Otterbine
Lyrics: Keith Corcoran, Evan Darragh, and Sean Otterbine

Recording, Engineering, and Mixing: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastering: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics: Daniel Lyons

 

 

 

“Justin’s Song” by Major Input

December 31, 2015

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This is an unfinished instrumental outtake that was tracked during the EP sessions.

 

In Alphabetical Order:

Keith Corcoran – Bass Guitar
Evan Darragh – Rhythm Guitar
Ryan Gresh – Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar
Justin Thouret – Drums

Music: Major Input

 

Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Artwork by: Daniel Lyons

 

 

“The Lightning Is Biting”

November 4, 2015

a tussle a turn

 still burn

lessons hard learned

need some new wood for the fire

the wind through my skin

flows through my nose

comes and goes

comes and goes

the rain soaks my brain

the lightning is biting

charred and chewed

barbecued

hacked and batted

swing low sweet tattered

always will be

bursting laughter

before the after

amongst the scribbles

wordless heroes

 tongues tucked and leashed

feelings unspeeched

awoken unspoken guns holstered unsmoking

forces corralled appointing the trial of now

Setlist Archives

October 16, 2015

 10.16.2015  “Papa Ganache” (parking lot) – Matawan, NJ

“Matawan Day”

Evan, Keith, & Justin

(acoustic guitar, electric bass, stripped down drum kit using brushes instead of sticks)

1) As You Think

2) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

3) Sound Trapped

4) Two

5) Locus

6) July 17th

11.19.2015 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) As You Think

2) Locus

3) July 17th

12.02.2015 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Sing Me Down

2) TVQ

3) Chasing the Sun

08.10.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Ever Afters (Part 1)

2) Better Act Now

3) Ever Afters (Part 2)

08.24.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith

(Evan on acoustic guitar & Keith on electric bass)

1) Sound Trapped

2) As You Think

3) July 17th

08.31.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Make It Rain (Tom Waits cover)

2) Rocket Queen (Guns ‘N Roses cover)

3) Time is in the Wind

09.14.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ

2) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

3) Trestle

4) Two

09.21.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith

(Evan acoustic guitar, Keith on electric bass)

1) Fortunate Cookies

2) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

3) Locus

4) July 17th

10.08.2016 “Capo Brothers Showcase” – “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ

Evan on acoustic guitar, Keith on electric bass, & Rob Wolfenden on bongos; *Evan & Keith both on acoustic guitars

1) Sound Trapped

2) Sing Me Down

3) Two

4) As You Think

5) Too Strong*

6) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)*

7) Better Act Now*

8) Chasing the Sun

9) Trestle

10) Fortunate Cookies

11) Locus

12) July 17th

10.12.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Mr. Cobb (He Was Singing So Good)

2) Let It Bleed (Rolling Stones cover)

3) Vulcanized Rubber

4) So Long Marianne (Leonard Cohen cover)

05.19.2017 “The Wonder Bar” – Asbury Park, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

Round 1:

1) TVQ

2) Hooray for Surviving

3) Better Act Now

Round 2:

4) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

5) Two

6) Fortunate Cookies

Encore:

7) The Arrow Hearted

10.04.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Learning to Fly (Tom Petty cover)

2) Hooray for Surviving

3) Sprout

4) The Arrow Hearted

10.11.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Looking Out Your Window

2) Please, Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood (Nina Simone/The Animals cover)

3) Better Act Now

10.18.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Sound Trapped

2) Sprout

3) As You Think

10.25.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Monster Mash (Bobby “Boris” Pickett & The Crypt Kickers cover)

2) It Takes Diff’rent Strokes (Diff’rent Strokes Theme song by Alan Thicke) (Evan solo acoustic)

3) Two

4) Chasing the Sun

11.01.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ

2) Sing Me Down

3) Hooray for Surviving

11.08.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Locus

2) Trestle

3) July 17th

4) Sprout

11.22.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Giving Thanks

2) Fortunate Cookies

3) As You Think

4) Sound Trapped

11.29.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Too Strong

2) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

3) As You Think

4) Locus

12.13.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ (with lyrics)

2) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

3) The Arrow Hearted

4) Time is in The Wind  *with Pat Cat on second acoustic guitar

12.20.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Last Christmas (Wham! cover)

2) Paul Revere (Beastie Boys cover)

3) Suzy Greenberg (Phish cover)

4) Help Me Make It Through The Night (Kris Kristofferson cover) *Tribute to Country Jerry

01.03.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Drink This Poem (poem recitation)

2) Drink This Song

3) Dead and Lovely (Tom Waits cover)

4)  Locus

5) Loose Tooth

01.10.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Better Act Now

2) TVQ

3) Paul Revere (Beastie Boys cover)

4) The Arrow Hearted

02.20.2018 “Café Artiste” Ocean Grove, NJ

 Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars) 

(Performed Major Input’s “Fortunate Cookies EP”)

 1) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

2) As You Think

3) Fortunate Cookies

4) Locus

5) July 17th

05.09.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Skipping Stones

2) Hooray For Surviving

3) Better Act Now

4) Sprout

05.30.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Sprout (slow version)

2) Fortunate Cookies

3) Trestle

06.06.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Sprout

2) TVQ

3) The Arrow Hearted

06.13.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Big Deal

2) M-A-N-D-Y

3) Hooray for Surviving

4) Two

06.27.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Buckets of Rain (Bob Dylan cover)

2) Big Salty Tears (Ziggens/Bradley Nowell cover)

3) Better Act Now

4) Trestle

06.30.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ

“5th Saturday Showcase”

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) The Arrow Hearted

2) Two

3) M-A-N-D-Y

4) Sing Me Down

5) Loose Tooth

6) Lisa It’s Your Birthday (Michael Jackson cover)

7) Trestle

8) Hooray for Surviving

9) Paul Revere (Beastie Boys cover)

11.07.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

Round 1:

1) Froth

2) Fortunate Cookies

3) When the Night (Paul McCartney & Wings cover)

4) Giving Thanks

Round 2:

5) The Arrow Hearted

6) Locus

11.14.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Giving Thanks

2) One Headlight (The Wallflowers cover)

3) Trestle

12.05.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) He’s Gone (Grateful Dead cover)

2) Froth

3) When the Night (Paul McCartney & Wings cover)

4) Time is in the Wind

02.06.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ

2) The Ren & Stimpy Song (Allie Goertz cover)

3) Better Act Now

2.13.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Pale Blue Eyes (Velvet Underground cover)

2) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

3) Two

4) A Family

2.27.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Turn the Page (Bob Seger cover)

2) Dark Star (Grateful Dead cover)

3) Fortunate Cookies

4) Rocket Queen (Guns ‘N Roses cover) (with guest vocalist Gillian)

2.27.2019 “Scarlet Pub” – New Brunswick, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Rocket Queen (Guns ‘N Roses cover) (with guest vocalist Gillian)

 

3.20.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Irish Coffee

2) Moonlight Mile (Rolling Stones cover)

3) Strangers (The Kinks cover)

 

3.27.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Hooray for Surviving

2) Irish Coffee

3) Moonlight Mile (Rolling Stones cover)

4) Better Act Now

5.09.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Way Down in the Hole (Tom Waits cover)

2) Long Way Home (Tom Waits cover)

3) Hoist That Rag (Tom Waits cover)

4) Jersey Girl (Tom Waits cover)

5) Fortunate Cookies

Encore:

6) The Easter Bunny Is Gonna Come And Give You Candy

7) Glass, Concrete, & Stones (David Byrne cover)

7.17.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Drink This Song

2) Dead and Lovely (Tom Waits cover)

3) Help Me Make It Through The Night (Kris Kristofferson cover)

4) Better Act Now

7.31.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Time is in the Wind

2) As You Think

3) Watering the Divine Seed

4) Big Deal

5) Froth

8.21.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) 19th Nervous Breakdown (Rolling Stones cover)

2) Dead Flowers (Rolling Stones cover)

3) Jigsaw Puzzle (Rolling Stones cover)

4) Let it Bleed (Rolling Stones cover)

9.04.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) The Arrow Hearted

2) Trestle

3) Chasing the Sun

4) Better Act Now

9.11.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Sprout

2) Mr. Cobb (He Was Singing So Good)

3) Too Strong

9.18.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Big Deal

2) TVQ

3) Sing Me Down

4) Sprout

9.25.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) As You Think

2) Locus

3) Too Strong

4) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

5) Trestle

10.02.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Better Act Now

2) Hooray for Surviving

3) Fortunate Cookies

4) The Arrow Hearted

5) Sprout

10.09.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Drink This Song

2) Looking Out Your Window

3) Hooray for Surviving

4) The Arrow Hearted

5) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

10.23.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Skipping Stones

2) Vulcanized Rubber

3) Chasing Those Birdies

4) Ever Afters (Part 1)

5) Ever Afters (Part 2)

11.12.2019 “Flame 800” in Matawan, NJ

Keith Corcoran (solo acoustic)

1) Just Breathe (Pearl Jam cover)

2) Yer So Bad (Tom Petty cover)

3) Strange Design (Phish cover)

4) When the Night (Paul McCartney & Wings cover)

5) If Only for Memories (Toh Kay cover)

6) Laundrytown (Mike Doughty cover)

7) My Sanity (Bad Religion cover)

8) What the World Needs Now (Burt Bacharach cover)

9) Turn! Turn! Turn! (The Byrds cover)

10) Nights in White Satin (The Moody Blues)

11) Love Gun (Kiss cover

12) Help Me Scrape the Mucus Off My Brain (Ween cover)

13) TVQ (original instrumental)

14) Hooray for Surviving (original)

15) 19th Nervous Breakdown (Rolling Stones cover)

16) Slip Sliding Away (Paul Simon cover) *with Evan Darragh on electric bass

16) Better Act Now (Darragh/Corcoran original) *with Evan Darragh on electric bass

17) Big Deal (original with lyric submissions from Facebook and Phantasy Tour Phish social media websites) *with Evan Darragh on electric bass

18) Road to Nowhere (Talking Heads cover)

Evan Darragh (solo acoustic)

1) Ball & Chain (Social Distortion cover)

2) Every Rose Has It’s Thorn (Poison cover)

Evan & Keith

(Evan on acoustic guitar, Keith on electric bass)

*all originals set featuring songs from our past projects Evan & Keith, Believers in Things, and Major Input

1) As You Think

2) Sound Trapped

3) Locus

4) Two

5) July 17th

6) Trestle

7) Fortunate Cookies

8) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

9) Sing Me Down

10) Chasing the Sun

11) Giving Thanks

Encore:

Keith on acoustic guitar, Evan on electric bass

1) Psycho Kitty (Talking Heads parody)

2) We Are Family (Sister Sledge cover)

12.04.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ

2) Wingless Butterflies

3) The Arrow Hearted

4) Fortunate Cookies (Major Input cover)

5) Sprout

02.05.2020 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Skipping Stones

2) Waves of Summer

3) Summer’s Gone

4) Sprout (slow version)

 

 

 

 

“As The Years Go By” for Casey on his 4th Birthday

September 24, 2015

The years go by

From baby to boy

The years go by

Uncountable joy

The years go by

& I want you to know

What an honor it is to watch you grow

1…2…3…4

May the love you brought multiply and become more

“The Heavy Sandbox” (acoustic demo)

September 18, 2015

heavy sandbox pic

(Chorus)

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

Heavy, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy

(Verse 1)

Thick With Time

Thick With Crime

You Threw Sand In My Eye

I Was Only Five

(Chorus)

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

Heavy, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy

(Verse 2)

Slipping Down Slides

Timeless Rides

I Skinned My Knee

It Made Me Bleed

(Chorus)

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

Heavy, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy

“Fortunate Cookies EP Promo”

September 3, 2015

“July 17th” by Major Input

July 17, 2015
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Sitting outside today, listening to Marvin Gaye
Gettin’ tan in the sand with a drink in my hand, and looking for a game to play
The women dressed down today, and the men have no complaints
The birds and the bees are doin’ as they please and there’s a smile on every face
Put up my feet and sink into my seat, la la la la la la la la la la la la

 

Babies don’t cry today, something in the air takes their attention away
I don’t know what it is but it’s making me dizzy, and I hope that it’s here to stay
Got no cares today, the sun dried them out the breeze blew them away
So if you got an issue, get yourself a box of tissues, the office is closed ’til Monday

Clear blue skies today, so let the music play
Windows open, top down, only way to get around, with a girl who calls me babe
I wrote a song today, but I didn’t have much to say
I found myself a band, we had ourselves a jam
Now let the music play

 

Keith Corcoran: Bass Guitar
Evan Darragh: Rhythm Guitar/Lead Vocals
Ryan Gresh: Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Backup Vocals
Joseph Santo: Rhythm Guitar
Justin Thouret: Drums/Harmony Vocals

Music: Major Input
Lyrics: Evan Darragh and Sean Otterbine

Recorded,  Engineered, and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics by: Daniel Lyons

 

“Abstraction”

July 15, 2015

I.

Buttered Hearts

Taste of Death

Everyone ignores the addict’s victims

II.

Eager Beavers

The Gallery

Future Reference

Past the age of caring

III.

Concocted Pretty Thoughts

Getting Eaten Alive

Right Then & There

IV.

Holes In The Wall

Slightly bent, but okay

“Million Mile Stares”

July 13, 2015

open eyed prayers

million mile stares

a prayer for you, a prayer for me

all these prayers no one can see

open eyed prayers

million mile stares

“Aces” (acoustic demo)

July 12, 2015

gambit aces  (Evan and Keith – Dining Room Demos – Aces)

Her dreams are being filled with a million pieces that only we can fill

Our glasses are being filled with the wine of the valley that only we can spill

We’ll drink up together & finish the puzzle

We’ll glue it, mat it, frame it & recycle the bottles

We’ll swallow the bottle & jig a new saw

Until we’re blue haired & all of our aces have been drawn

Until all of our aces have been drawn

Until all of our aces have been drawn

Until all of our aces have been drawn

O-o-O, O-o-O, O-o-O, O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar

“Perched” (acoustic demo)(Santo/Darragh/Corcoran/Gresh)

July 12, 2015

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there you were perched upon my door

staring, cawing

soul all torn, soul all torn

you clawed, you scratched

flew off the handle

& relapsed, & relapsed

i was there with you, i was there with you

bright bathroom lights, bright bathroom lights

late sleepless nights, late sleepless nights

at least we had, at least we had

each other, each other, each other

to smother, to smother

each other, to smother

*This recording is an iphone ‘voice memo’, fly on the wall, capture the moment style of recording. This was a song made in the moment. Joe Santo is on a synthesizer, Ryan Gresh and Evan Darragh are on acoustic guitars, and I am on vocals. I wrote the lyrics in the moment too. We were in a band called “Major Input” at the time of this recording and we were brainstorming trying to come up with a song as a group, although our drummer, Justin Thouret, had just left for the night.

This song is ultimately about toxic relationships. It’s a confluence of being close friends with a male/female toxic relationship and also being close friends with a male/male substance abuse relationship.

**11/02/2016** Love the people this song is about, they were just going through hard times. The line “I was there with you” on the surface could be interpreted as I went through the hard times with them, and I did very indirectly, but it was actually written in frustration about the male/male toxic relationship about a night where a group of our friends all got together and went bowling. I was hoping by providing a healthy alternative they would enjoy that, but, and perhaps I am wrong about this, in my mind they were still all messed up and snuck off to a bathroom together to “smother each other”. The “I was there with you” is a, “I can’t believe you guys did that when you know all of the problems it has caused you and our relationships”. Sadly hard drugs corrupt and within a year one of the males succumbed to addiction. The male/female relationship also broke up. After the “I was there with you” I began to imagine what it was like to actually be in the toxic relationship.

My hope is the sadness of this song is conveyed and there is no glamor or coolness associated whatsoever with using hard drugs. Specifically, heroin kills and ruins lives. I know this song can be interpreted as being about cocaine too, and yes, my stance is that addiction to cocaine and any drug is thoroughly not cool and not glamorous. It is just plain sad and a waste of precious resources.

As a recording I enjoy the live aspect, the synthesizer in harmony with the acoustic guitars, and the capturing of lightning in a bottle.

“& Maybe You Will Find Some Peace” (Deadicated to Joanmanuel)

July 12, 2015

& maybe you will find some peace talking & listening to strangers in the rooms

& maybe you will find some peace dancing underneath the moon

Faces shadowed spirits fully nude

& maybe you will find some peace laughing with the loons

& maybe you will find some peace doing yoga in the park

& maybe you will find some peace in the clacking of the rails

& maybe you will find some peace whirling dhervishly developing dropping pearls

& maybe you won’t find some peace, but there is one thing I can tell

Your love is strong, the song is long, & you enjoy the casts they spell

Swollen hemorrgaging bemoaning an adolescent decision

Fried & baked yet still doesn’t taste so great

& maybe you will find some peace on the outside of yourself

Helping strangers walking sideways just before they fell

& maybe peace is something reserved for stones of grave

& maybe just maybe Love can truly save

 

“Stream of Nonsenseness”

June 5, 2015

I.

Joes & Jills

guts & spills

hearts asunder

boys they wonder

girls they plunder

grins & jeers

rational fears

moments broken wide open

II.

infirmary beds

nurse’s white keds

squeaks of sneaks

rainbows in the forest

arguing over the nation’s poorest

the rainbows laugh

coughing up musical baths

“The Trestle” (acoustic demo)

June 4, 2015

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(Keith acoustic demo)

(1st Verse)

Can’t  forget those times that we shared

Simpler days when everything was fast

Hanging on the trestle with no cares

Wung that bottle and hit that sleeping bag

Down by the catwalk drooling stares

Didn’t realize it then, but those moments still last

(chorus)

Walking carefully, watching out for the gaps

Testing the wood, with nimble toe taps

Crossing the trestle, with cigarette packs

Swinging our legs, as we tried to figure out the facts

And then there was that one time when I fell through the cracks

(2nd  Verse)

Turn to the left, foliage

Turn to the right, Little Street bridge

Just a dangerous shortcut, for resilient kids

Went back there at night, with chicks and flipped our lids

Discovered each other, and laughs and tears

Burnt out and fucked up, for our formative years

(Chorus)

Walking carefully, watching out for the gaps

Testing the wood, with nimble toe taps

Crossing the trestle, with cigarette packs

Swinging our legs, as we tried to figure out the facts

And then there was that one time when you fell through the cracks

(3rd Verse)

Last time I was there I couldn’t cross the tracks

They put up chain links fences and blocked our path

Center Street and Second Street now just lacks

That joyful adventure of risking your back

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Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar

“My Little Leedle” (acoustic demo)

June 4, 2015

64 crayons deep

(1st verse)

stand up for yourself

let them know

that they

are worthy foes

show your teeth

& tame that tongue

i smell doom

in the minus

out of sorts

my little leedle

bonus boy

kiss

(chorus)

my love

my little leedle

keep the nightmare

to yourself

(2nd verse)

keep it stupid simple

out of sorts

the golden parachute

i smell doom

concerned citizens

excessive force

unworthy foes

keeping strange hours

show your teeth

disaffected speech

cylindrical slur

culpable culprits

disaffected tones

these days

running in the family

mumble mouth

(chorus)

my love

my little leedle

keep the nightmare

to yourself

(3rd verse)

running in the family

bad mouth

undoing the trauma

64 crayons deep

worn out welcomes

tried & true

exhibit b

perfect insanity

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

all good kids go to heaven

8 9 10 11 12

all bad kids go to hell

(chorus)

my love

my little leedle

keep the nightmare

to yourself

“Never Listen to an Idiot Full of Rage”

February 5, 2015

The Information Age

information junkies

getting off on facts

selling it by the stacks

using it & abusing it

if they could

they’d lube it

anything to get in

turning facts into a sin

they will fuck you

harass you

sell you by the pound

i have found

i really know nothing about The Information Age

never listen to an idiot full of rage

“Drink These Poems”

October 23, 2014

“Drink This Poem”

I.

I drink my song

Make love to wine

& sing my women

II.

I sing my wine

Drink my women

& make love to my song

III.

I listen to wine

Women stain my teeth

& my songs clutch me & scream out in ecstasy

IV.

Songs stain my ears

Wine stains my heart

& women make me tired

V.

I played the women

Loved the song

& the wine made my heart feel much better

VI.

I pissed out the women

Kissed the song

& learned the wine

VII.

The song got me laid

The women get me drunk

& the wine was the most mysterious

VII.

I’m all mixed up

Thanks to wine & women

Who sing me their song

———————————————————————————————————-

“Drink This Poem (Unmixed Up Version)”

I.

I drink my wine

Make love to women

& sing my song

II.

 I sing my song

Drink my wine

& make love to my women

III.

I listen to my songs

Wine stains my teeth

& my women clutch me & scream out in ecstasy

IV.

Songs stain my ears

Wine stains my heart

& women make me tired

V.

I played the song

Loved the women

& the wine made my heart feel much better

VI.

I pissed out the wine

Kissed the women

& learned the song

VII.

The women got me laid

The wine got me drunk

& the song was the most mysterious

VIII.

I’m not mixed up anymore

——————————————————————————————————-

“Drink The Poem (Unpossessive Version)

I.

Drink the song

Make love to wine

& Sing the women

II.

Sing the wine

Drink the women

& make love to the song

III.

Listen to the wine

Women stain teeth

&  songs clutch & scream out in ecstasy

IV.

Songs stain the ears

Wine stains the heart

& women make tired

V.

Played the women

Loved the song

& the wine made the heart feel much better

VI.

Pissed out the women

Kissed the song

& learned the wine

VII.

The song got laid

The women got drunk

& the wine was the most mysterious

VIII.

All mixed up

Thanks to wine & women

Who sing the song

“Sticky Note Sketches”

October 15, 2014

Consumed By Music

“Consumed By Music”

Crackhead

“Crackhead”

Flower Power

“Flower Power”

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

“Hear Ye, Hear Ye”

King Smo

“King Smo (and his ashtray home)”

No Time To Play

“No Time To Play”

Ten Pin Alley

“Ten Pin Alley”

Cheering On Death

“Action Movie (Cheering On Death)”

“Get Out of Jail Free”

October 14, 2014

When all your thoughts are broken

All your words misspoken

All your love left smoking

A crater in your heart

When all of that has happened

It’s time for a new start

Shackled hands are clapping

A row of inmates napping

Rehabilitated & ready to depart

“Cotton Tale”

October 14, 2014

patches of cabbage run rabid by rabbits

peter cannot feed her

but his cotton tail could not be any sweeter

barrels of carrots explode

“The Arrow Hearted”

October 3, 2014

the winds that blow

that change the climb

the arrow hearted

the stains of time

———————–

the innocent

the barely maimed

that one black thought

clouded & became rain

Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs

September 30, 2014

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  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 1- July 17th

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 2- Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 3 – As You Think

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 4 – Fortunate Cookies

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 5- Sing Me Down

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 6 – Sound Trapped

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 7 – Two

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 8 – Locus

*”Live at The Vault” is an early recording of songs practiced at Major Input’s practice space affectionately called, “The Vault”. Five of these songs would eventually make it to their much much much much much much better sounding studio release the “Fortunate Cookies EP”.

It’s not the best recording, the songs were still being worked out, and Joe Santo who added many parts to the songs wasn’t in the band yet, but it’s saved here for posterity. If nothing else, it is really nice to listen to Justin’s expert level drumming.

“Ever Afters” (Part One & Part Two) (acoustic demos)

June 5, 2014

electron microscope snowflake

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

in ever afters once upon a time long long ago

you were falling from the sky dressed as snow

while you were falling i was waiting tongue out & eyes closed

when you landed somewhere inside me my heart began to slow

you were melting changing sliding down my throat

now it’s hailing outside and i wanted you to know

in ever afters once upon a time long long ago

you were falling from the sky dressed as snow

 

Ever Afters (Part 1) – Music: Keith Corcoran

Ever Afters (Part 2): Music: Keith Corcoran and Joe Santo

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Acoustic Demos: Keith Corcoran

“Big Day” (inspired by Chris & Sandy)

June 3, 2014

Big Day

Daddy Gave His Daughter Away

Aisle Walked

I Do, I Do, We Did

Rings Slid

First Kiss

Big Day

First Dance

Romance

May You Always Enjoy Cake Together

May You Always Remember The Love You Felt On This Day

 

“Twinners”

May 22, 2014

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“Original Scan”

houndtoothed kaleidoscope

“Simian”

kaleidoscope scream

“Early Calvin Impression 1”

kaleidoscope scream 2

“Early Calvin Impression 2”

kaleidoscope brian

“Collideobri”

kaleidoscope eyes

“Br-eye-en”

bertcore and erniecore

“Bertcore & Erniecore”

“Very Altered Ego”

May 1, 2014

now that you’ve met me let me introduce you to my very altered ego

he’s not as nice, he sometimes bites, and might have lice

he growls, he snarls, he quarrels and never returns what he borrows

he’s real real mean never ever clean and always trying to show you something obscene

he prays with broken fingers in shattered glass with maniacal laughs

his tongue is green, his eyes are swirling, and his ears are folded

he has many scars from all the cars he’s been thrown out of

they crisscross his skin, protrude from within, his scabs are always flaking

his heart is made of old old gold, wait I meant, old old mold

but hey, at least he wears a tuxedo

 

 

“Loose Your Soul”

May 1, 2014

now is the time to loose your soul

get up shake & rattle them bones

completely in control of losing control

get down low on the flow and crow

 

“Ringling” (acoustic demo)

April 11, 2014

ringling “Ringling” (Thouret/Corcoran) (acoustic demo)

*This is a recording of a song that was first written on bass by Justin Thouret and then built up by the band we were in, Major Input. Justin showed me how to play it on bass and then wrote drums for it and the rest of the guys in Major Input then wrote their parts. I wrote these lyrics for it, but they were rejected in favor of reworking them, but that never happened before Justin’s passing. The song, which Major Input called “Justin’s Song”, turned into an instrumental. We never got to finish a proper full band studio version of the song before Justin passed away, although we do have a warts and all studio outtake.

(Verse 1)

You’re always ringling about

Some cosmic circus

Like you’re some victim of

The not so secret service

(Verse 2)

Your father lives in

The golden fortress

He’s disappointed

You don’t own horses

(Verse 3)

The air is twisting

Your tongue’s on fire

Your face was shifting

In the land’s water

“Drink This Song” (acoustic demo)

April 2, 2014

wine women and song

(1st Verse)

I drink my song

Make love to wine

& Sing my women

& Sing my women

I sing my wine

Drink my women

& make love to my song

& make love to my song

(chorus)

I’m all mixed up

I’m all mixed up

Thanks to wine & women

Thanks to wine & women

Who sing me their song

Who sing me their song

(2nd verse)

I listen to wine

Women stain my teeth

My  songs clutch me & scream out in ecstasy

My songs clutch me & scream out in ecstasy

Songs stain my ears

Wine stains my heart

& women make me tired

& women make me tired

(chorus)

I’m all mixed up

I’m all mixed up

Thanks to wine & women

Thanks to wine & women

Who sing me their song

Who sing me their song

(verse 3)

I played the women

Loved the song

& the wine made my heart feel much better

& the wine made my heart feel much better

I kissed the song

Pissed out the women

& the wine was the most mysterious

& the wine was the most mysterious

“Holy Terror”

February 25, 2014

“Day is Done” (acoustic demo)

February 21, 2014

day is done

(chorus)

day is, day is, day is done

done,  it’s done,  done, so done

day is, day is, day is done

done, it’s done, done,  so done

(verse 1)

day is done

in this part of the world

day is done

axis still twirls

(chorus)

day is, day is, day is done

done,  it’s done,  done, so done

day is, day is, day is done

(verse 2)

last chance to laugh

last chance to love

last chance to dance

in the muck

(chorus)

day is, day is, day is done

done,  it’s done,  done, so done

(verse 3)

day is done

eyes closed

don’t close your heart

when i go

(chorus)

day is, day is, day is done

(verse 4)

some last words

one last grasp

pour out that heart

empty hour glass

 

“Day is Done”

February 20, 2014

some last words

one last grasp

pour out that heart

empty hour glass

last chance to laugh

last chance to love

last chance to dance

in the muck

day is done

at least in this part of the world

day is done

axis continues to twirl

day is done

my eyes closed

don’t close your heart

just because I went cold

“Tonya Bologna”

January 15, 2014

Tonya Bologna was having a nightmare. She was walking around the top floor of what she thought was a fraternity house. For a second she thought it could’ve been a sorority house, but then she got distracted…

She saw a full length mirror. She stopped and looked into it. To her surprise, instead of a reflection she saw two tall buildings scraping the sky, standing proud, almost mocking. She then saw two commercial airplanes headed towards them. The first one bounced right off, did a back flip, and then a quick one hundred and eighty degrees before flying away leaving a glorious trail of rainbow behind.

The second plane missed the buildings and flew straight up like a dolphin taking a five second vacation into its version of outer space. Man’s metal bird then came down like a dolphin reentering its atmosphere, but then went right back up again. This time Orville and Wilbur’s invention did two loop de loops before making a killer bee line towards Tonya Bologna. The plane nose shattered the mirror and protruded, but that is all that would cross over. Upon furthur inspection Tonya could see the pilot inside the cockpit (not slang for a flesh flower) was a dog. Tonya could see the mutt mouthing inaudible woofs.

Tonya whipped her blonde, black, brunette and red purse in a violent turn away from the mirror, but in effect smacking the nose and pushing it back to the other side. She then looked into the cracked mirror and could only see her reflection this time. Problem was, she had no eyes in the reflection. She scratched her head at this paradox of seeing herself with no eyes, shrugged it off and this time turned away in pacifistic manner.

The smell reminded her of where she was. Not the typical half-finished red Solo cups of yeast urine left over from beer pong with some being converted into Viking funerals for Joe Camel and The Marlboro Man’s closest friends, but another smell. A worse smell. The worst smell. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but Tonya did smell some freshman sorostitute’s V-Card being lost.

Just as Tonya began to think, “Not this dream again!” her alarm clock showed its teeth again and not backing down began to bark-bark-bark, bark-bark-bark. She wanted to snooze, but she knew she would be late for her Creative Writing: Fiction class.

On her commute to school she heard from somewhere behind her eyes, “Damn repression/Damn wish-fulfillment/Damn Freud/Damn damn/Darn!”

Her professor was the kind of professor not really worried about realism at all. Angels could come down, take the protagonist, empty him dry and place him back at the bar where he could get sotted again. He was more interested in the drama, the suspense. He also had a wonk neck.

He had once told the class: “The name of the game is manipulation of the reader.”

Tonya arrived at class running low on oxygen from the run from the park by Alexandria Library where all the commuters can get two free hours of parking a day. She thought to herself, “I’ve got to start smoking cigarettes.”

It was her day to read the story she had come down with. She was nervous and red faced and incommunicable to most of her classmates in their own worlds while she sputtered. To help her she reverted to fetallica and resorted to the classic ‘picture everybody naked’ treat or trick that helps her ease her mind. She was surprised the professor had nipple and armpit rings. This made her smile and she could finish.

The story was over and the cohorts hated it. They made faces of disgust, confusion, and bemusement. Then, collective conscious was proven true as the entire class frowned and showed Tonya Bologna where the ceiling was by pointing to it with their middled fingers. A smile at the recognition that they all just bonded in their mutual hatred for Tonya Bologna and her uncreative fiction ran free.

Professor Ozdyed shot up out of his seat, scratched both of his armpits, and screamed at the class to, “Settle up! Settle up ev’ry bodhi, settle up!” They rebelled, settled down and stagnated.

Now that the class was silent, Professor O walked over to Tonya Bologna and used his snake tongue to whisper a message past Tonya’s ear bongos. He hissed:

“Duplication of reality is not the same as representing reality.”

“Singing Eeep, Bop, Eeep, Bop, Bop”

January 14, 2014

Spaghetti on the wall

Creepy crawling falling into a ball

Round and spinning

Bowling pinning

Strike that match

Watch the turkeys hatch

Gobble the giblets

Ogle the piglets

As the ducks quack

The farmer’s hands crack

The cows chew the cud

Flora begin to bud

There is work to be done

For the enlightening sun

Time and love and women and nature

Intoxicants and struggle and beauty and satyrs

Everything thrown together, what a mess, clean it later

Got the croc on the dial talking about the gator

Monsters from the past meet the monsters from the future

The wounds will stop bleeding if you get a suture

Scars on the mind just making it stronger

They weren’t big enough so I made them longer

Vibrations in my ear turning into a song or

Anything I want because I control what enters this head

Listening to the fruits of the flute higher feelings rising and I’m fed

And with this ring, to you I thee wed

Love brings us together to share this bed

We sleep, we dream, we rest, we recharge, we enmesh

We touch, we feel, we grope, we grab, we cherish

We sweat, we work, we stop, we play, we pray, we give thanks

Down by the river of the hanky pank where the bull frogs jump from bank to bank

Singing, “Eeep, bop, eeep, bop, bop, skiddle, diddle, kernel, POP”

“Fortunate Cookies” by Major Input

September 11, 2013

fortunate_cookies_frayed edges (Major Input)

(The verses for the verses were created by standing in a circle and cracking open fortune cookies)

(Verse One)
Someone is speaking well of you
People are drawn to you and look for your advice
Encourage me and I will not forget you
No one is standing in your way anymore
(Verse Two)
One must dare to be himself
No matter how frightening or strange that self may prove to be
Over prepare then go with the flow
Dessert can make you happy
(Chorus)

Fortunate Cookies, Cracked and Gobbled
Fortunate Cookies, A message inside
Fortunate Cookies, Whacked and Hobbled
Fortunate Cookies, Telling Insights

(Verse Three)

Sun rise time flies and shadows fall
Let time go by Love is the forever All
Emotions hinder your true self
Perhaps you are focusing too much on spending

(Verse Four)

People make plans fate makes the plan successful
Romance stirs your heart share it with others
Cookies go stale fortunes are forever
Cookies go stale things fall apart
Cookies go stale fortunes are forever
Cookies go stale it all comes apart

(Chorus)

Fortunate Cookies, Cracked and Gobbled
Fortunate Cookies, A message inside
Fortunate Cookies, Whacked and Hobbled
Fortunate Cookies, Telling Insights

 

Keith Corcoran: Bass Guitar
Evan Darragh: Rhythm Guitar/Backup Vocals
Ryan Gresh: Rhythm Guitar/Lead Vocals
Joseph Santo: Lead Guitar
Justin Thouret: Drums

Music: Major Input
Lyrics: Golden Dragon/Corcoran/Darragh/Gresh/Thouret

Recorded, Engineered and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics by: Daniel Lyons

“Two” (acoustic demo)

June 25, 2013

two dollar bill  (Evan, Keith, & The Wolf practice before “The Capo Brothers Showcase at Espresso Joe’s” on 10-08-2016)

(verse 1)

alone in the pasture i waited for you

couldn’t believe my eyes when you eclipsed my view

so scared I didn’t know what to do

in my heart, bones, & mind i knew these moments were few

(chorus)

that’s the moment, that’s the moment, we became two

that’s the moment, that’s the moment, we became two

(verse 2)

one is fun for a minute or two

time piles up, singles collide never sticking like glue

always waiting for that moment when one becomes two

(chorus)

this is the moment, this is the moment, one of those few

this is the moment,  this is the moment, one of those few

(bridge)

shooting stars & local bars

parking lots & forget-me-nots

liquid kisses, tastes delicious

two tongues twisting, coexisting

(verse 3)

it’s been years now i wipe my brow thinking about all we’ve been through

you’re my one, i’m your one tethered together just two fools

(chorus)

this moment, that moment,  is waiting for you

this moment, that moment,  is waiting for you

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran/unamplified electric bass guitar/vocals, Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar, Rob Wolfenden/bongos

“Chasing the Sun” (acoustic demo)

June 25, 2013

IMG_2505  (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos)

(Keith acoustic demo)

(Verse 1)

Well we’re dusting this town from our shoes

Roll down the window sing a song or two

Where we go and what we do

Doesn’t  matter as long as i have you

(Chorus)

On the highway chasing the sun

Making sure to have some fun

Pay the tolls and fill the tank

Push the gas and then the brakes

(Verse 2)

Turn the signals, put on the lights

We lost the sun, but we found the night

It’s getting dark, it’s getting dangerous

We can do this with good directions

We can do this with each other

We can do this just you and me

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

We can cut through the night like a warm butter knife

We can go and get married and make you my wife

I’ll be your loving man, your husband

We can shake the tree, enjoy the fruits of life

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)

Well the sun broke the night and we made it there alright

And we never went fishing so we never caught a bite

Roll up the windows, get out the car

And end this song

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/acoustic bass and Evan Darragh/vocals/acoustic guitar

 

“Disclose”

June 20, 2013

reveal

publish

display

expose

divulge

make known

sensitive information

disclose

“Inward Erosion”

June 17, 2013

manic panic

shocked, bleached, & colored

sitting on the stoop

forearms on knees

head buried

tired

of being

that way

random thoughts

a fuzzy collection

numerous simultaneous connections

create pensation

a mood attached to every thought

fought fought won lost

each line holds an idea

that line held the idea that each line holds an idea

four memories crashing into each other

four photographs shuffle

& fold

a candle is blown out

three heartbeats & a baboom

inward erosion

“Mish-Mash & Mismatch”

June 17, 2013

dirty boy misdeeds

clean man believes

a response to responsibility

finally finally stability

nine years of fool hearty party

shadows triple & ripple

then finally become solid

time to focus on the wallet

a realistic idealistic

no longer a twisted mystic

auras ramshackle fields of magnets

in infrared dreams the seams

give way to hyperspace beams

a golden glow of forgiving charitable Love

uncovered, discovered, & unencumbered

aphrodisiac maniac

institutional art darts while eyes bull

in an effervescent immutable om

mediocrity mentioned & misappropriated

funds fun fecund fun

everyone deserves a ponytailed girl

i smell my pupils

i see my ears

i taste your touch

i feel your fears

i hear your mind

thinking through doors

oft not on

a binary qualm

an irresistible digit

fidgets with my ten toe nails

a lake has devoured

the bikes of the young

a lake keeps the memories

amongst catfish tails, whiskers, & gills

a cowboy drowned

a frozen state skated

a rope swing cut down

in parental consternation

a burp-a-lurp

& hub-bub-bub

expel the gaseous remnants of food

Halloween on the clock

& a boy’s scared etchings

a little to the right

of the left hemisphere pressings

dumbfounded for conversation

what’s hypnotic to me

is boring to you

a wrecked tangle triangulated to better zoom

sounds mish-mash & mismatch

a glee of glam clubbed & rhymed

digging the quantum field

shoveling the electric shield

bombs of Love parachute out spine

dispersing the Divine

a heart so open it rivals the ocean

“Watering the Divine Seed”

June 13, 2013

watering the divine seed within us all

may take time & diligence

but i won’t fall

i may stumble

but i won’t fall

one droplet at a time

from the clouds clearing in my head

one droplet at a time

my skin begins to shed

& as i slither across

the morning dew grass

i wonder where i’ll snake off to next

i’ll turn into a bird now

& fly through the sky

embracing every droplet

my seed begins to cry

when your seed begins to cry

you realize you’re not dry

quenched you’ll go on

for another try

“Breathe Easy”

June 13, 2013

breathe easy my friend

the sun is our friend again

breathe easy my friend

the fire is out

breathe easy my friend

the fire’s ablaze

breathe easy

“Like Walking Into A Beehive”

June 7, 2013

in this world of kill or be killed

codes for life are spilt & spilled

hearts turn frozen, chill to chilled

charles sees animals, overseer sees wills

choices of voices

electricity in our skulls

behind our eyeballs

listening to our souls

hemispheres push & pull, push & pull

i hate shootin’ ’em anyway

fuckin’ bloody furry messiness

pickin’ up brains

just spray paint them next time

split decisions

visions inner

golden at best

pouring into our heart

not located in our chest

“Caring for Those Who Are Scared of Imaginary Holes”

June 7, 2013

floor is collapsing

all in the mind

brain is different

than yours or mine

a black & white checkerboard

each black spot a bottomless pit

if that is you how saw it

you too would be scared as spit

“Looser”

June 7, 2013

loose your cool

turn into a fool

blown top time

exposed brain rhymes

jester gestures

painted fingers mock

gumbyed head

turns into blocks

as pokey dots and trots

cool is gained

back under control

time for chillin

heat is frozen into refreshing cold

“Watch The Tree Show”

May 29, 2013

 You

Once Asked

Me To Come Over

To Sit Outside And Watch

“The Tree Show”

That Cracked Me Up More Than

You’ll

Ever

Know

                                                                    

 

 

THE END.

“Two 80’s Babies”

May 29, 2013

80s-babies

“Puppet of Love”

May 22, 2013

pull the strings

i’ll do your bidding

make me dance

arms all swinging

mouth will drop

your voice sings out

i am your puppet

there is no doubt

i see my master

behind the curtain

the world’s a stage

for love and hurtin’

a round of applause

for my master

heaven

is what they’re after

curtain closes

marionette slumps

strings no longer pulled

master’s sacred heart pumps & triumphs

“As You Think” by Major Input

May 17, 2013

as you think (frayed edges) final copy (Major Input)

 

(Verse One)
The wallpaper is moving
Fingered vibrations grooving
Keys unlocking bridges and music
If you can’t choose it lose it
(Chorus)
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
(Verse Two)
Flowing like water on the stone
Forgotten like everything I have known
Glowing like it’s just been shown
If you’re listening to this you’re not alone
 (Chorus)
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
(Bridge)
(Verse Three)

It was what it was but now it isn’t
Time to get ready for the next mission
Finally found what’s been missing
Never forget what you’ve been given

Keith Corcoran – Bass Guitar/Lead Vocals
Evan Darragh – Rhythm Guitar
Ryan Gresh – Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Backup Vocals
Joseph Santo – Lead Guitar
Justin Thouret – Drums

Gang Vocals: Major Input plus Joe Alluto and Chris Corcoran

Music: Major Input
Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics by: Dan Lyons

 

“Locus” by Major Input

May 9, 2013

locus_DL

  (Major Input)

(Intro)
I think back to what I once had
Things are going my way it ain’t that bad
I’ve been up and I’ve been down
I’ve been lost and I’ve been found
But no matter how far out I’ll turn around
 (Chorus)
 Can’t erase it but I can replace it
Ain’t gonna fake it just gonna shake it
Falling out all over like a chili dog
Rolling around the mess like a happy hog
Furthur and furthur as we roll along
Smiling in your ear like a happy song
 (Verse Two)
Breaking like eggs just yolking
Peep the show for a token
We gotta go done stroking
Heard that you’re still broken
Never ever ever stop hoping
Dream is over I’m awoken
(Chorus)
Can’t erase it but I can replace it
Ain’t gonna fake it just gonna shake it
Falling out all over like a chili dog
Rolling around the mess like a happy hog
Furthur and furthur as we roll along
Smiling ear to ear like a happy song
(Verse Three)
The show Is over time to focus
Magic is smoke and mirrors
Light is the locus
Light is the locus
Light is the locus
Locus, Locus
Locus
(Outro)
I think back to what I once had
Things are going my way it ain’t that bad
I’ve been up and I’ve been down
I’ve been lost and I’ve been found
But no matter how far out I’ll turn around

 

Keith Corcoran: Bass Guitar/Lead Vocals
Evan Darragh: Rhythm Guitar/Group Vocals
Ryan Gresh: Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Group Vocals
Joseph Santo: Lead Guitar
Justin Thouret: Drums/Harmony Vocals/Scream Vocals

Music: Major Input
Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics: Daniel Lyons

 

“Better Act Now” (acoustic demo)

May 9, 2013

IMG_2760 (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Take 1)

(Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Take 2)

(Keith acoustic demo)

I.

everything that was dear to me

seemed to have  just disappeared

so many chances i wish i took

changes, future

future, changes

so many glances, i wish i looked

a lot of chances i should have took

a tear to make it wetter

a laugh to make it better (haha haha haha haha)

II.

the real estate of love has been bought, sold, and mortgaged

a doe stuck in a deer path

but, your kindness there hasn’t been a shortage

sometimes you forget to do the math

the color of love is anything but blue & grey & black

III.

i don’t live my life in what could have been

when there’s so much that i haven’t seen

i’ve felt every emotion from hate to joy

there’s a fine line between create & destroy

going around  a circle, like a spoke in a wheel

tire is flat,  put it in the sink  & see what’s the deal

follow the air, get out the patch & get ready to peel

IV.

there’s space available in my real estate

better act now, no time to wait

there’s space available in my real estate

better act now, no time to wait

there’s space available in my real estate

better act now, no time to wait

V.

better act now, better act now

better act now, better act now

better act now, better act now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now

 

Music: Keith Corcoran/acoustic guitar and Evan Darragh/acoustic bass

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

 

 

“Sing Me Down” (acoustic demo)

May 6, 2013

Casey Daddy Holmdel Park (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Sing Me Down)

(Keith acoustic demo)

 

(1st verse)

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I won the race

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I earned a face

Sing me down o’ sing me down, in this tight space

Sing me down o’ sing me down, thank you for your grace

(Chorus)

I never knew love like this before

I never knew love like this before

I never knew love like this before

(2nd verse)

Sing me down o’ sing me down, things are getting bright

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I’m ready to see the light

Sing me down o’ sing me down, in the middle of the night

Sing me down o’ sing me down, everything’s gonna be alright

(Bridge)

Hold me, feed me, bring me up

Wash me, clean me, fill my cup

Love me, teach me, show me what’s up

Up, Up, Up

Up, Up, Up, Up

(x3)

(3rd verse)

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I’ve just been born

Sing me down o’ sing me down, welcome to the world

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I feel so weak

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I can’t even speak

(Chorus)

I never knew love like this before

I never knew love like this before

I never knew love like this before

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/lead vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar/backup vocals

“Sound Trapped” (acoustic demo)

April 19, 2013

sound trapped  (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos –  Sound Trapped – Take 1)

(Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Sound Trapped – Take 2)

(verse 1)

there’s a sound trapped in my head

crept in one day won’t leave ’til i’m  dead

it hums it hums it whistles too

it bounces around i think it’s blue

electric sparks love surpreme

energy’s gone end of dream

flicker flicker jump-start my heart

it’s time to live again and do my part

(chorus)

huh-um, it’s time to live again (x4)

(verse 2)

I sold my soul to the life I found & paid my debt in full

When everything was feeling push, you were my pull

When I wasn’t square, you made me round

When I was fist, you made me pound

When I was silent, you made me sound

(chorus)

huh-um, it’s time to live again (x4)

(bridge)

(chorus)

huh-um, it’s time to live again (x4)

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Dining Room Demos – Take 1: Keith Corcoran/acoustic guitar/backing vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar/lead vocals

Dining Room Demos – Take 2: Keith Corcoran/acoustic bass/backing vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar/lead vocals

“Notes”

April 19, 2013

“Notes”

 

The Theme Is Egypt

Rain, Sleet, Shit, or Snow

It was never Stefani, which means No Doubt

Turn your new born poem into a baby

Glow Lab

An ointment in my language

Just surviving isn’t enough!!!

So…sing to me

Dripping

We all write the SAME POEM…from different angles…and from different words

The Void

To My Creator!

I Sing Me a Song!

I write e-mails, but sometimes I don’t send the e-mails

Peanut Gallery-“Send it!”

Elephants are associated with fertility

Studying Buddhist Art in India

Be pleasantly surprised if something I so desired manifested itself

I want, seek, desire, to change perception

1.If you think life is beautiful, it is

2.If you think life is ugly, it is

3.If you think there is no GOD, there is

4.If you think there IS GOD, there IS

This is my first time at Mayhem

2100 AD-Tubes of Pringles Nano-Chips

No more dismissing the worried and paranoid

The only Amazon left is selling books online

Let’s just leave the Middle East & Invest in Windmills…Air

Spark a conversation about conservation

I want my kids to at least have the option to die old

Memorize the Kama Sutra Use it, Reuse it, and Recycle it

Rainbow Reflection

Sky has

Globs of male pubic hair

Remnants of the party

Call out to nymphs

Bitches let’s cleanse this

Thinking he needed to squint to behold her beauty

Puff puff but no pass

Love was never rolled so tightly

My extraordinary love poem

We need to fall in love

You asked if I meant with each other and I said, “No.”

This is the stuff textbooks are made of…

Harvest our ability to harvest love

Lovetology Religion

Maybe you’re right, “We should make rivers flow up hills”

Underwear to bar

Made into a smallish, decorative pillow for my cat

Synthetic fabric

Pimples on butt cheeks

Hey, did YOU, take a pair of MY underwear?

You danced over

Beat the heart of Bourbon Street

America

Soulful concrete street

America walked by too drunk to notice

I can teach you to write a poem about yourself that will be beautiful

America

Too selfish, too stupid, too greedy, too racist, too drunk to notice

In the beginning

Did not treat me like a whore

Kiss the inside of my lips

When I scream your name out as you put me in you

Just fuck me or give me a drink

Give me solace in your hips and…

Make me apologize

In exchange for an ethereal

You can barely tolerate my sex

No more celibate love letters or slutty suicides

HOMEWORK: DO ANOTHER PERSON’S POEM

Poking artificial third eyes whose contacts feel faded

Child from third eye cataracts

Outlast any copper top

You couldn’t kill me if Tarantino penned your rebuttal

Force Monks

Give crews strength that replace the crucifix

Love Poem

By stages

I search through black faces to find yours

Powerpoint Presentation Poetry

I smothered my heart as I usually do

Let me use your tongue ring

You do your tongue thing

Her back blown out like a flat tire

Her eyes began to pour like Gatorade on a winning coach

I think you know me

Why?

If you can’t understand my motives then you are certainly not allowed to be my friend or let alone lover

You know nothing about me

Other than appearance

Painting something about it

That’s even better

Sometime between 1:23 and 13:23 in the afternoon

Something about going inside myself reminds me of masturbation

I thought it would be funny to put all the exit signs on the entrances

Not ready

It’s an idea

Dismantle the patriarchy

Keeping her in the home

Hearth in home

Book of Blank Stare

Saint

Mental breakdown

Mental breakdance

Free gospel church

Not boy crazy

I found poetry and spilled

Daddy

There was a problem

Rather than live lonely I fucked some bucketheads

I fell in love with myself

Pure in every sense

Went back to

Our Good Lord

Turned off

Turned off my radio

SECOND ROUND

Multiple pieces

No trilogies or director’s cuts

Your welcome wonderful

I’ve been in love before

But not with something real

Your eyes rolled up in fists and fucked my soul up

You’re welcome

Flow out of me and catch the heartache

Mystic

Dyslexically trifle

I’ll say things albino like…

Dipped in polar bear farts

Skeeter’s Skin

Cool

Areola Borealis

Northern headlights

In Heaven, so you can have it Yahweh

Spaceship to Venus out Leggos and Lincoln Logs

I have a trust fetish

Mountain Deuce

Someone always has to be that last person to clap

Abortion clinic: Eggs over easy

Jaded

DMB rap song

Mad fluent in French, What!

Love All

Ipod squad peeps

Cingular for life-represent

As you become regulars we start to curse at you

Thought creates reality

Keep screaming and it’s bound to happen

I am the greatest of our time

Illuminate forever

MC’s want to be See Em’s

I’ll battle any of GOD’s objects

Nobody told my mother why

That which gave me breath tried to take it away

Only my reflection can stop me now

I’m sorry if you think it is greed, apparently, you haven’t seen all of the mouths I have to feed

Illuminae

The lifting darkness

Dream poem

Baboon!

Two people in the back began to fuck silently

They are NOT removed

Dane: 8-9-10-11, you were a psychic

Ska

I’m out on a limb holding your heart in my hand

I’m hoping the girls who like poetry just might love poets too

Janelle-from the Arabic word Gismah

I was meant to find you

For a guy

I’m trapped within acrylic and silence

An infinite supply of sarcasm and laughter

Evolution-one smooth corporate takeover of nature

Bloody kisses saturate spandex

The pumpkin picking oath

The corporate junkies love an exotic looking white girl

When I die I want to be buried with sunflower seeds in my hands

Everyone who has wanted to…

I am all dressed up for a war

I pissed on my moccasins when I was drunk

Basketball poem

I once danced alone to a cockroach playing a saxophone

Admirable, shy, and nerdy in delight

Your frame of Geek

You’re the only dark I can never leap

You’re my baby

One

Kicks knowledge to the hoodrats

Poetry, women, sexist

Surrealist

Now all he does is write and you call him a poet

I tried to break up over the phone, but she always answered it

No saw can cut through True Love

Passion for the Slam

My heart finds diamonds in the rough

the dark knight

Virgo with a word flow

I know y’all are broke, that’s why I’m here to fix things

Verbal Mayhem Training Ground

You don’t want to be the best poet to work for Fed-ex, couldn’t you move me up to U.P.S.

You can’t virgin a pussy poet

What is an open mic w/o a piece that bashes Love?

Love is a bitch that wears red stilettos

Every Tuesday at 9 p.m.

*a Cento form poem 


**This poem is called “Notes” because the following “Verbal Mayhem” after November 7th 2006 I literally took the notes from my notebook I was taking at Mayhem and put them in chronological order as they appeared throughout the night.

Every word that appears in this poem appeared in my notebook that night. This poem is basically every finger snappable line I heard that first night. Sorry if my ears heard things wrong or for the scarce notes that I have added for whatever reason. A very special thanks to all of the Verbal Mayhemmers that inspired this poem, as this really is their poem.

I enjoy the concept of bringing us all together collectively as a group as one. One Love. 

“Our Eureka Poem” (A Brian and Keith Collaboration)

April 19, 2013

*originally made on a typewriter*

jdkls keith isn’t there a sheet i look at?

create function experiment with brain damage dominate rationality provide everyone orgasms a-ha eureka your mind experiences subconscious masturbation stimulate the fantastic blank canvas

A special gift from heaven

relax abandon shift change undress retire and finally quit smoking

its funny how the design on the sheets will make you look a certain age

“The Final Exam”

April 19, 2013

(one participant’s perspective)

An Ode To Chelsea Palermo & Tim  Ziegler’s Brighton Bar ‘Final Exam’ Poetry & Music Event 02/13/2011

1.

‘Big Rock Candy Mountain’ Opener

Next A Song ‘Bout Hippie Fest & Jest  at Hofmann’s Baby

In Maine He Explained

& Handed Out Free “Idiom” Literary Magazines

2.

Alex, I Think, If Name’s Messed Up Not To Offend

Chelsea The Hostess’  High School Friend

Skies & Scarecrows Silhouette  Buds With Painted Bends

3.

Colt In Aquatic

Last Valentine’s Day Fall

Keller Neurotic

Beautiful Love Songs

4.

Glenn Works With Greg & Can Surely See

His Paintings Are Jagged Beautiful & Free

Moonlight Backyard Shed Lit Grand Art

Lion Cowers Arrowed Bite

Bright With Extravagant Transcendent Sight

Apples Houndtoothed In Sky Blue Window Flow

Glenn Knows, Oh Ho Ho, How Glenn Knows

5.

Sarcastic Valentiner Breathing Poem Of Silly Hate

He’s Just Joking, Relax ,Gestate

 

6.

Crookdale Greg On Bass & Tribal Friend On 21st Century Drums

Worldwide Sounds

Rocks & Socks & Hums

7.

Chelsea Waits In The Cold Cold Ground

Chronicling Dylan

With Her Son & Shel

Child’s Memory Imparts

  Don’t Dare Eat A Quarter

Because It’s Made Of Lead

& If So

…Dead

Amazing Little Boy

Just Like His Mommy

Love They Spread

8.

Celebrity Gossip

A Joan Rivers Harangue

Montague Plastic

Cobain’s Daughter’s Eyes Fantastic

9.

Tattered Dress Girl

Tattoos Peeking Boo

You Were Friends With Jesus Man

Our Darling’s Love Shattered Through

10.

Flannelled Tim, 

Hazlet Multiplex Co-Worker & Friend

Eating Pizza, Collecting The Bread

Played The Lin & Sang The Beautiful Trend

Mumford

A Sign Of The Times

Mr.Ziegler You Were Incredible

Good To See You  Again

11.

Annie So Kind

Art Til The End

Wrap Up That Neck

Wrap Up That Gem

Beautify Head Supporters

Neck Laced Friends

12.

A Gay Kid Read Poetry

& Played Beautiful Classical Piano Too

Classied Up The Joint

For A Minute Or Two

14.

Who Were Those Girls On The Synth & The Mand?

Skinny Skinny Girl Stringer Plucker 

Stating Stay Stay Stay

To Avoid One Night Stand

15.

Big Big Girl Wondering Same Exact Thing

If Alcohol Wasn’t Involved

Would There Even Be This Fling?

Another Query

Mystery Man

That Guitar She Gave You

Do You Still Use It?

Or Is It Also Left Lonely On The Stand?

16.

Big Fat Beautiful Lesbian Love

Ukulele Propositions & Dread

Colorful Punks & Hippies

Wild Harmonies That Wed

17.

Electric Blue Haired Girl

Wig Or For Real?

Either Way

I Like The Way It Makes Me Feel

18.

Charlie The Doorman

Plastic Sky Blue Nazi Helmet On His 3 Year Old Daughter’s Head

What in the world are you thinking man?

Metallica & Mario Cloths Warming The Fam

Baby’s Momma Won’t Wed You, Make Love To You, But Won’t Let You Go

JFK’s Newspaper From The Day He Was Shot In His Head

He Found It Stuffed Between Floorboards On A Carpentering Gig

He’s A Bass Man, A Door Man, & The Owner Of The Brighton Bar’s Childhood Friend

He’s Warm & Smiling & His Band Is On The Mend

He Gives You Hugs & Kisses On Your Hand

Depending On Your Age

Everybody’s Allowed Into The Brighton Bar

On This Charity Sunday

 

 

“First Peanuts Comic Strip Ever 1950”

August 1, 2012

“Man’s Best Friend?”

July 31, 2012

“Work Like You Don’t Need The Money, Love Like You’ve Never Been Hurt…”

July 31, 2012

“At the Hop”

June 6, 2012

“Casey Clones”

June 6, 2012

The truth of what lies behind the doors of this historical Matawan,NJ residence…

“The Loves Of My Life”

June 6, 2012

“Sing Me Down” (inspired by my son on the day he was born)

September 28, 2011

sing me down

 i’ve just been born

sing me down

for my former home i’m forlorn

sing me down

i can’t even speak

sing me down

these eyes can’t even leak

sing me down

sing me down

and bring me up

change me

console me

hold me

and finally

show me where those booby sandwiches at

“In a Womb Alone”

September 12, 2011

a little boy

in a womb alone

a little boy

with a cord, but no phone

kicking twisting stretching

getting ready for the bright light of life

a scream to awaken the dream

a cut & splatter

welcome to the world of matter

you decide what matters

an unknown to be shown

a smile to unfold

a  baby to hold

a mixture of codes unloads

a lifetime of unconditional love

“Picniks”

August 25, 2011

“Look Around”

January 19, 2011

“Look Around”

1.

Well You Can Dance On Fire

With A Simple Joy

You Can Test The Verdict

And Jet On Down The Breeze

Max Out With The Freaks

Wail With A Legend

Her Hair Can Be Aflame

No Biggie When It Gets Frosty

& You Can Feel The Blue Steel

While The Sun Bursts

2.

Hit The Man With The Heart

Get On Board Toward The Barbecue

It’s Funtime In America!

So Grab The Remote Control

Watch The Cable’s Vision

It’s Wonka With Sticky Pixies

& James Dean The American Dream

Red Jacket, White Shirt, Blue Jeans

    slow down

                     Or You’ll Bleed, Bleed, Bleed

3.

We’re East Of Eden

Under A Raging Bull

The Chinese Have Trapped US

They Don’t Believe In Finger Food

It’s Easier Than You Think

On An Autumnal Leaf

Golden Inside

                What A Relief

4.

The Driver Has Screwed Us

The Hammer Must Come Down

& Smash The Statements Enclosed

In Closing

Look Around

————————————————————————————————————————————————

“Look Around”

1. Well You Can Dance On Fire

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

2. With A Simple Joy

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

3. You Can Test The Verdict

4. And Jet On Down The Breeze

5. Max Out With The Freaks

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

6. Wail With A Legend

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

7. Her Hair Can Be Aflame

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

8. No Biggie When It Gets Frosty

9. & You Can Feel The Blue Steel

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

10. While The Sun Bursts

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

———————————————————-

11. Hit The Man With The Heart

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

12. Get On Board Toward The Barbecue

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

13. It’s Funtime In America!

14. So Grab The Remote Control

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

15. Watch The Cable’s Vision

16. It’s Wonka With Sticky Pixies

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

17. & James Dean The American Dream

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

18. Red Jacket, White Shirt, Blue Jeans

19.  slow down

20.                  Or You’ll Bleed, Bleed, Bleed

——————————————————————————————–

21. We’re East Of Eden

22. Under A Raging Bull

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

23. The Chinese Have Trapped US

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

24. They Don’t Believe In Finger Food

25. It’s Easier Than You Think

26. On An Autumnal Leaf

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

27. Golden Inside

28.What A Relief

29.The Driver Has Screwed Us

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

30. The Hammer Must Come Down

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

31. & Smash The Statements Enclosed

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

32. In Closing

33. Look Around

Taken by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

* Inspired by Evan Darragh & Sean Otterbine’s Living Room

*Written January 18th 2011

*All photos courtesy of Evan Darragh & Sean Otterbine for letting me come back the next day to take pics. Unfortunately, Dave Darragh and his Vinnie Testeverde Jersey or the Febreeze  bottle were nowhere to be found.

“Found Poem” by Google Search

January 18, 2011

photo by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

ARE THERE

are there aliens

are there any trillionaires

are there any tigers in africa

are there any vaccinations against cancer

Are There

“Swim Against the Pain”

December 21, 2010

I.

in these moments of madness

exuberant sadness

creeps like a dying dog

II.

fleas on their knees

begging you please

to suck your blood

III.

the river of life

flows through the veins

sadder than blue

bad if that’s true

swim against the pain

IV.

 don’t drown in frown

wait awhile for a smile

when it hits the ground

scoop up that pile

“Who Wrote This?”

January 19, 2010

So you think you are a poet

big brown hairy apples

small yellow bald broccoli

absurd & reasonless

eightheaded toad

*found this in my old college notebook. I didn’t write it, but I love it.

“Oh’d”

January 13, 2010

“Oh’d” by Keith William Corcoran

The clouds scatter and the name embedded is shown

Chalkdust torture, his actions could not be condoned

Poems bout toons taint telligent/Poems bout toons taint telligent/Poems bout…

The School doors fly open and out comes the anagrammatical brat skatin’

Working man takes off his plutonium handling gear

Supermarket momma reads tabloids while the clerk scans what she rears

Go saxophone go! Forget the band and solo out of control, out the door, it’s time to go home!

The brat skates on, dodges the rod as he passes the local watering hole

Baby and mother act like each other and toot their own horns as they round the corner

They all converge at once (what a bunch!) although Dad is almost sent to the coroner

Couch gag missed more often than seen-cut to commercial and hock the American Dream

“Shared Hallucinations”

January 13, 2010

“Shared Hallucinations”

I.

Sit in a circle and avert your eyes

Listen intently, souls are expressing

Scribble down the who, how, whats and the whys

II.

“Can you repeat that?”-something is missing

Little puzzles are painted with our minds

These vignettes like keyholes keep us guessing

III.

Interpretations of various kinds

What part of their painting was the most vivid?

Shared hallucinations, the tie that binds

*Spring 2007

*Terza Rima form

“From A Random Unremembered Piece of Paper I Found Crumpled Up In My Own Handwriting”

January 13, 2010

 gardens growing gardens growing growing gardens

our lives are a serious joke

we love to cry, we love to die, we love to say goodbye

gardens growing gardens growing growing gardens

“Indeed Beautiful”

January 13, 2010

Love lost, love found, love hurts, love heals, love sounds

Like cats in heat. Oh wait, love can not be

Heard by human beings. Oh wait, that may

Have been a lie. Love sounds like air passing

Through my love’s teeth after being formed by

Tongues and teeth and throats and hearts and minds and

Uncountable souls that have made rules we must

Abide or else die from lack of a means

Of manipulating oxygen that

Is fuel for the firing of neurons

That release thoughts about the need to hear

That you are loved and indeed beautiful.

“Oo-Oo-E-E-Ah-Ers”

January 5, 2010

  For this creative exercise, (which I hope will tone my creative muscles), Professor Lara Tupper asked us to, “Map a place you know well.” For this workout I decided to pull a line from my second story to furthur explore. I feel that this will shape up fine.

The line I am referring to said this, “They don’t know that I had a childhood dream of playing right across the street from her house.”

The view from the dream is as if I’m standing in her driveway looking across the street at myself playing behind a bush. The drawing that was produced is a crude rendering of the elementary school both my love and I attended as prepubescents, Lloyd Road Elementary. The “view”, if you can call it that, is supposed to be a bird’s eye view from above Tracy’s home.

Tracy’s home is represented by the sloppy rectangle with the sloppy heart inside of it with the sloppy triangle representing a roof on top of it. There is an arrow protruding pointing to the spot where the dream took place when I was in second or third grade and attending the Road named after the Lloyd Family. However, the road in the scribbles that is supposed to be a drawing is not Lloyd, but rather Cambridge Drive.

In interpreting this drawing I have started at the closest layer to the observer, Tracy’s Mom’s house, otherwise known as Patty’s Home. I then mentioned the road. The closest object, and perhaps the only clearly identifiable object in this ink vomit is a patrol car. This patrol car is in there because in my town, Matawan (which is Native American for “Where two rivers meet”), the local law enforcers park their cars in this spot quite often in order to apprehend law breakers and teach them lessons the hard way.

Just behind the patrol car is a fence with an opening that leads to the park. The little dots represent the gravel which is the texture of this terrain.

The next object in the next layer are out of place monkey bars that should be squished in towards the left in the playground with the poorly drawn draw bridge and slide which all the little monkey kids regularly, well, monkey around on. I was once a monkey kid and I loved it. Hey, hey, we’re the monkey kids, and there is a LOT of monkey kidding around.

Just beyond the jungle gym where the monkey kids work out is where the big boys play. It’s the basketball court. Men play there too in this town. I’m sure girls and women do too, I just normally play with the guys. I can dunk on the far left one because it is a little lower and has a bent rim. In fact, now, after the slamtastic dunk, I hang on the rim like a postpubescent monkey.

Directly to the right of the out of place humanzee/chuman bars is a fence that leads to the baseball field adjacent to the field which was regularly used by my friends and I for some tackle football. Also, this is the same field that was used for what was creatively called in my childhood, Field Day! Field Day is a cross between the Olympics and the early 1990’s televison show Wild and Crazy Kids. In other words, I should have chosen other words to describe the scene. Anyway, I thought Field Day was the funnest day of the year back then. Now I would have thought it was the most fun day.

Smack in the middle of the basketball hoop and the batting cage of the baseball field is what was supposed to be steps leading down to the street and across to the school. Looking at it now it looks like some kind of stereo system or something.

After you take the stereo system down to the street and cross it, LOOKING BOTH WAYS FIRST YOUNG MAN!, to the right is the school itself. I tried to draw a flag in the far corner, a flag of the American kind.

The next layer is yet another basketball court which was recently added. It was recently added, but only because something else was subtracted, THE ORIGINAL JUNGLE I USED TO, “OO-OO-E-E-AH-AH” IN! This jungle contained a slide in which I would throw myself off the top of in my 1st through 4th grade years. After this I would then feign death, or if not that, at least a mangled still alive corpse…. to impress the girls of course.

It also contained a tire swing that about five of the other monkeys would get into right before one of the grown up monkeys, the Lunch Aids, would spin us and spin us and spin us into the pleasant, peaceful blur. Although, some of the monkeys apparently could not handle the peaceful blur as the Lunch Aids proved ineffective because those unfortunate OO-OO-E-E-AH-AHer’s would lose their lunch.

To the direct left of the addition is the Forbidden Woods and to the direct right is a drawing of the pavement path that leads to behind the school where recess was held and even MORE basketball hoops of varying sizes are and games like Keep Away were played. And, that’s it. The End.

12/07/07

“Gently Across Face”

November 22, 2009

1.

Meticulously Frumpled

Angelically Tumbled

into Blinding LOVE

2.

Stretching Aura

Frequency White

Enveloping

Caressing

Undressing

You

3.

lil twilight

broken skylight

smashed & tattered

forgotten & deflowered

bloomed & doomed

dizzying fumes

sinking ground

eating frowns

burping up crowns

& shitting out clowns

4.

chuckled & schmuckled

belt buckled

cruise control

frozen soul

melting away

forever stay

puddled

5.

time moves slow

scrapes breath

rewinds death

& flies with jest

6.

laughing cowering

shivering towering

shadows maneuvering

gently across face

“Achoo, Achoo!”

November 7, 2009

“Achoo, Achoo!”

To paint a picture with words

Red, blue, yellow, primacy, hello

Splattered across brainscape, dripping out ears

My jaw is a canvas, my cheeks made of cloth

My nose is running, dripping watercolors, painting snot

Achoo, achoo!

A masterpiece for you

“Not There Yet Was”

October 27, 2009

Life

a thousand poems a second

the number may be off

light joining & creating

points oft too many return

Spirals on the inside

in & out of control

spirals on the outside

out & in of my soul

Soul

separate from the mind & body

never created or destroyed

lives on forever

like a child’s favorite toy

Love

ebbing up from all too still lightless deep

To hold, but not to have

always here

in some form or another

Tears

for yourself or the others

for your sisters & your brothers

or some intangible thing

more of them does not closeness bring

Cats

meowing in the darkness

howling in the light

mewling for affection

hissing at fright

Limbic System

should I stay or should I go?

one more clash

thunders crashed

& lightning glowed

Electricity

nervous nervous system

connecting my thoughts

in fragmented plane

piece it together

as together as rain

Water

uncorrupted I can finally see

If you are here you are meant to be

Sun Ra

The Beast, The Be-ist

To not the beist

THAT is the answer

Question

quest

illus

ion

Friends

keep me alive, keep me aware, keep me from finding out I’m not there

keep me from keepin’ me stuck in a place

meet them there and enjoy the race

the marathon of life, in which nobody wins

all jogged out, managed to gain some new sins

put the old ones down, until they came up again, were they sins or just life lessons?

Now what is a sin, something that does harm?

Breathe the fire, set the alarms

Little switches in my involuntary self

What is self?

On a physical level, does it include the guts?

Of course it does  poetic putz

It was just a mirror & we all get uglier everyday

But then one night, I went to bed, I hit the hay I then woke up, convinced everything was okay

    It was more than that, it was a beautiful dream, marred by nightmares and the obscene

 The obtuse scene, the abstruse scene, obnormal, abnormal, have you seen the scene?

    I think I heard somebody tuning up in my inner symphony

Trust

trust it all & you won’t be believed

trust that everything is unbelievable

Love

we are back here again

it must mean something

the average sum of the thing

mean, median, & end

I think I just felt the flap of an angel’s wing

dust came off

it must be spring

There’s music in the words

a science to the beat

one two three four five six eight

A violin played my spine

but never made it to my neck

a guillotine took its place

now I’m less than a speck

I’m just a dot

on this pointilist plane

every dot had been replaced with a different color

at one time or another

yet it’s basically the same

The same pain thing

I mean

Painting

How many atoms in one quark?

How many atoms in one bark?

Adam’s Eve was a bombshell

Will

         Atom’s eve               leave a bombshell

Would

will, would

free would

chopping  blocks

for invisible clocks

Stay here

stay now

now’s gone

left with then

right with there

there was here

there was now

there was then

there was also where

not there yet was

This is a semester’s worth of notes from Philosophy Professor Bruce Wilshire’s “Philosophy of Art” class. It was made in his last year as a Rutgers Professor. Not one word of this is mine, it was just arranged by me.

October 26, 2009

“One Thing About Bruce Wilshire…”

Great art can alert us, wake us up and become more fully aware.

You might imagine this is the sound of animals being slaughtered, but it’s really just a desk being dragged against the floor. Do you think other animals besides human beings enjoy such things? The other class wanted to know if I wanted help moving the desk soundlessly. I said, “No, I enjoy my imaginings.”

Why do I not provide a syllabi? Syllabi rhymes with bye-bye. Have you thought of that?

Please tell me what this course is about. Please give ME a syllabus.

I don’t care about the Johnson & Johnson executives whining for a martini; I don’t understand you at all.

The truth is I don’t know what this course is about myself. I’m trying to get a clearer picture of it myself before I die.

We have each other. We have dark matter.

I am very superstitious, I am writing a novel.

God only knows what we are going to get into. If this course is good, then we will get into all types of things we cannot predict.

Remember, your job is to keep me awake.

Undergraduates-emotionally involved, caring, young people. You can turn me out in your unsophisticated ways more than Graduates-highly specialized cerebral cortexes, most of the time full of shit-regurgitative shit bags.

I choose to hear that sound as a love-sick kangaroo.

The human species is very strange. We are animals, there is no doubt about that, but we are very strange. How many animals commit themselves to poverty, chastity, and obedience? It’s true that we are animals, but it is misleading, because we are also NOT animals. Who the hell are we?

Rutgers: vast culture of impersonality.

My wife gets killed and trampled by elephants, encounters two defiant Indian kids, one on-the run for sticking a hatchet in the stomach of stepfather for trying to make out with sister.

If you are thinking about marrying someone who is not going to tolerate your particular ways of experiencing the world-check out.

The sun was just setting and struck us in the face.

Don’t the best mountains have faces? It would be a shame to be in a course of philosophy of the arts and never discuss beauty. All art is beautiful, whether immediately beautiful or not is another question. At one time or another, you’ve experienced things as beautiful, haven’t you?

She has unusual powers. Most of her work is easily understood, yet profound.

Whether I think it’s crap or great-I always appreciate it.

We are exceedingly curious primates.

They become professors and endure university salaries and university policies.

If you lose sight, the first things you learn to see are the things you have touched with your hands. Interestingly, people usually don’t see the moon.

Why so much tragedy in art?

Cheez-whiz & beer & watching the idiots on t.v. Don’t people just want comfort and convenience?

Painting with genetics: Art of love-making

However you relate to the Bible, it’s at least literature.

In order to gain prophecy you have to not be depressed

Poetry, the music of words.

The colors are the same, but the pattern is different.

Heraclitus: everything changes, everything glows

I’m just celebrating being alive because when you’re dead you can’t

? 90% of people’s declarative sentences are stated like questions

Put that in your pipe and smoke it

The artist gives birth to the painting and the painting gives birth to the artist.

Does the poem enlarge our idea of the world, or only our idea of the world. The world as we and others experience is undivorceable from our ideas of the world. It looks like you’re paying attention, but I have no idea if you grasp it.

The shutters on your eyeball-is the mind a camera?

One of the dangers of atomic weapons is that they’re there. Can you look at a hammer and NOT think of the potentiality of using it?

Is it possible to give pop quizzes? Why do I give pop quizzes? Because I’m a pop, and I can give a quiz.

Science becomes objectable when it becomes scientism. For example, when science says that only science can discover truth.

Some of us might think that the whole class is involved in a group hallucination.

My mother’s 104 and sees things that just aren’t there. If you are truly hallucinatory you cannot tell the difference between real and unreal and THAT is really dangerous.

“I’m just growing up dad.” Keep the goddamn cigarettes out of your mouth.

I’d hate to stomp all over you. Actually, I’d LOVE IT !!! uggh, ughh…I’ll show my fangs!!!

Philosophy is an ATTEMPT to get the big picture

Just how do crazy people know things, experience the world? Not garden variety neurotics-people that have to be restrained because of their hallucinations!

Can your ability to make sense be taken away or at least temporarily shocked? Terrorists want to shock us so much, make us so crazy, that we cannot function. We are like a disturbed ant hill.

Wednesday-Square burger time!!!!

Mental breakdown-the experienced world goes to pieces

Disrobing on the first date = letting the steam off

Many a true word has been said in jest. Sometimes you can speak the truth, but you HAVE to joke about it.

The unconscious value that is attached to pure water. Can we experience the sobbing of the river? We must transcend the skin of our bodies. The sacred all togetherness of things soaking in from every pore. We are porous beings.

Well, one thing about Wilshire, “Throw him a bone and he’ll gnaw it.”

Evolution/GOD has seen to it that we can have NO direct awareness of our brains. Neural derangements that make you become aware of your brain.

If you experience a stream as a babbling, laughing brook, it is very difficult not to laugh along with it.

Well, we are almost finished, but I really want to rub your noses in this

Is an elephant adequately described as a big, lumbering creature? Elephants have powers of lumbering and souling.

Aristotle: the ordinary run of people live like cattle

Jesus: the ordinary run of people live like sheep

Put that in your laboratory and study it

Humans can understand the wordless world

If you’re not going to say anything don’t say anything at all

I’m a detective too, but not employed by the police department

Subversive truth: I’d like to influence you without saying anything

Who gives a goddamn if they get into Harvard and they are emotionally dead pinheaded people?

Are grades a good indication of what you’ve learned in the class?

Most people are sleepwalkers, I think.

I’m tickled to death. I mean, don’t expect me to die in front of you, but I’m tickled pink to death. I’m tickled pink.

Student: “Death is pink”

You can’t say what you’ve seen, but your behavior reveals you’ve been hit.

“Watermelon Baby”

October 26, 2009

When I was a little boy my mother always warned me not to swallow watermelon seeds. The reason was simple, if I did a watermelon would  begin to grow in my little boy belly. Of course my mother also told me that I shouldn’t swallow gum because it would stick to my ribs.

Unfortunately for me it turned out my mother was wrong about one of these two things. Unfortunately a certain little boy had a watermelon baby problem on his hands. What’s worse is he couldn’t tell his mother that he had swallowed all of the seeds in his watermelon slice because that would mean he had disobeyed, or perhaps even worse, disregarded his mother.

I was pregnant, with a watermelon baby. This was something I had to hide like a teenage girl that decided to keep it. Luckily for me my clothes had become baggy due to the lack of food I had not been eating. I couldn’t eat. I just plain didn’t have the room.

How this pregnancy would end plagued my mind. I was, after all, a little boy. That is to say, what exactly was the exit strategy of this thing? Finally, I had to tell my mother.

Upon doing so my watermelon baby problem was over as she simply beat it out of me.

The………………………………………………………………………………….End.

Moral of the story:  Obey your Mother, children.

 

My Grandpa: William Joseph Rescigno

October 4, 2009

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My Grandma: Josephine Ann Rescigno (Marascia) (from JAM to JAR as she likes to say)

October 4, 2009

Whoah! Technicolor Jo!

I hung out with my 91-year-old Grandmother on Friday. She tells me, “I have one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel.”

I got this for you Yankee fans out there. It’s a picture of my Grandmother’s high school softball team with Lou Gehrig:

2nd Row: 2nd girl from left to right

Here’s some pictures of my Grandparents:

William & Josephine Rescigno Wedding Picture

A Regal Evening with William & Josephine Rescigno

William & Josephine Rescigno

William & Josephine Rescigno

William & Josephine Rescigno Postcard

“Not-There-Yet Was”

January 8, 2008
illustrated poem art courtesy of Echo from ChatGPT

Life
a thousand poems a second
the number may be off
light joining & creating
points oft too many return

Spirals on the inside
in & out of control
spirals on the outside
out & in of my soul

Soul
separate from the mind & body
never created or destroyed
lives on forever
like a child’s favorite toy

Love
ebbing up from all too still lightless deep
something that is not to keep
To hold, but not to have
always here
in some form or another
please don’t wheep, weep

Tears
for yourself or the others
for your sisters & your brothers
or some intangible thing
more of these does not closeness bring

Cats
meowing in the darkness
howling in the light
mewling for affection
hissing at fright

Limbic System
should I stay or should I go?
one more clash
thunders crashed
& lightning glowed

Electricity
nervous nervous system
connecting my thoughts
in fragmented plane
piece it together
as together as rain

Water
uncorrupted I can finally see
if you are here you are meant to be

Sun Ra
the beast, the beist
to not the beast
is the answer

Question
quest
illus
ion
break it down now
bow wow chikka chikka bow bow

Friends
keep me alive
keep me aware
keep me from finding out
I’m not there
keep me from keepin’ me stuck in a place
meet them there and enjoy the race
the marathon of life
in which nobody wins
all jogged out
managed to gain some new sins
put the old ones down
until they came up again
were they sins or just life lessons?
now what is a sin?
something that does harm?
breathe the fire, set the alarms
little switches
in my involuntary and more importantly voluntary self

What is self?
on a physical level, does it include the guts?
of course it does you poetic putz
it was just a mirror
& we got uglier everyday
but then one night
I went to bed
I hit the hay
I then woke up
& was convinced everything was okay

It was more than that
it was a beautiful dream
marred by nightmares
& the obscene
the obtuse scene
the abstruse scene
obnormal
abnormal
have you seen the scene?

I think I heard somebody tuning up my inner symphony
[I think I heard it was a man in a penguin jacket
I think he was white
so I was filled with fright
You just can’t trust those white people]
omit

Trust
trust it all and you won’t be believed
trust that everything is unbelievable

Love
we are back here again
it must mean something
the average sum of the thing
mean, median, and end

I think I just felt the flap of an angel’s wing
dust came off
it must be Spring

There is music in the words
a science to the beat
one two three four five six eight

A violin played my spine
but never made it to my neck
a guillotine took it’s place
now I’m less than a speck

I’m just a dot
on this pointilist plane
every dot has been replaced with a different color
at one time or another
yet it’s basically the same
the same pain thing
I mean
painting

How many atoms in one quark?
How many atoms in one bark?

Adam’s Eve was a bombshell
Atom’s eve will or would leave a bombshell
Will, would
free would
chopping blocks
for invisible clocks

Stay here
stay now
now’s gone
left with then
right with there
there was now
there was then
there was also where
not-there-yet was

*this poem was heavily inspired by Herman Poole Blount aka Le Sony’r Ra aka Sun Ra 💗 🪐 🎶

“Dark Matter”

June 22, 2007

Youngitty, Oldditty
Lovers Harold and Maude,
More romantic than Bill’s
Infamous Rome and Jewel.

Stage your own tragedy,
We will watch it play out.
Octogenarians
Skin makes me drool.

*”A double dactyl is a structured light verse form invented by Anthony Hecht and John Hollander in the 1960s, consisting of two stanzas, each a quatrain. It uses a strict 6-6-6-4 syllable structure (dactylic dimeter) with a rhyming 4th and 8th line. The first line is nonsense, the second is a name, and one line is a single six-syllable word.“

**Lordy Lord, looking at this poem makes me think of my unofficial college professor and college best friend Timothy Brent Turzo.

Tim introduced me to the 1971 dark comedy cult classic film “Harold & Maude”. The entire soundtrack is made up of songs by Cat “Yusaf Islam” Stevens. The gist is a depressed suicidal 20 something year old young man falls in love with an 80 something year old woman that has a lust for life. In the film Harold keeps pranking Maude with inventive ways of faking his own death. Also in the film Maude is learning a new musical instrument at an advanced age.

When I handed this poem out I also attached the lyrics to rock n roll’s Vincent “Alice Cooper” Furnier’s song “Dead Babies”. More “dark matter”. More Tim influence. I had once see him perform this song at a karaoke bar in North Brunswick, NJ. He followed it later in the night with Glen Campbell’s “Like A Rhinestone Cowboy”. That was Tim’s sense of humor.

To keep the “dark matter” theme going I also passed out this list of “dead babies jokes”. In my twenties, hilarious! Now that I’m a father, not…as…funny.

Going through my old notebook I found these comments from my classmates, reminders of the good times and discussions we had in Professor Susan L. Miller’s class. My biggest score is her feedback on this one! A reminder of why she is hands down my favorite professor I had in college. Professors like her are lifesavers!!! From personal experience both in person and from her poetry book “Communion of Saints”, I think it’s okay to publicly note she is guided by the ultimate life and soul saver, the Lord and Savior. Lately, after seeing my brother mentor a new generation in hockey I’ve been thinking about going back to school to become a creative writing teacher.

“Three Cool Cats”

April 22, 2007

*Elegy (a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead)

    Three Cool Cats
    To all my friends
    To all my cats
    To all my cats that were friends
    To my best friend’s best friend Trixie
    You one-earred, two-hearted, twelve-toed hermaphrodite
    If meow means love
    Then, “I meow you”
    If meow means you’re hungry
    Then I’m hungry too
    If meow means pet me
    Then meow as well
    If all dogs go to heaven
    Do all cats go to hell? No.
    My darling Chiquita
    Zen Master and master meditator
    Manx and twenty-one years old

    When you sang meow it meant:

    “The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, ‘Hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…’ And we … kill those people. Ha ha, ‘Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real!’ It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter because – it’s just a ride.

    And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.

    Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride.

    Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead, spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

    Thank you very much, you’ve been great.”

    [several gunshots ring out, Bill mimes being hit and falls to floor, motionless.]

    Actually that was Bill Hicks
    And the story he told
    Here are my elegy cards
    Hear them fold

    *actual picture of my childhood best friend, however this isn’t the Trixie in the poem unfortunately, but instead was another of his family’s cats the gargantuan “Cuddles”.😺

    “Spring of 2007 Creative Writing Poetry Portfolio”

    “I Should Have Started Moaning to Bug Them Out”

    April 20, 2007

    “I Should Have Started Moaning to Bug Them Out”

    I just got a place on Hamilton Street $350 a month plus utilities

    One lease, four hes, counting me, and five shes Monday, moved in thinking, “Price you can’t beat!”

    I woke up this morning to a real treat One of the girls apparently has fleas

    This bitch’s bed springs had me thinking, “Geez!”

    “Which are louder, the moans or the slapping meat?”

    I figured out why the rent is so cheap My young virgin ears horrified again

    I hope this love my roomate does not keep Loud fuckers they are, three times before ten From the ceiling is where these sounds did seep Through the ceiling boards and right to my pen

    “Spring of 2007 Creative Writing Poetry Portfolio”

    4. Sonnet

    “The Other Me”

    September 6, 2006

    I was naked next to you for nearly nine months
    The caesarian section slit Her stomach
    Not natural, knives of science

    Saved two Scorpios, screaming sounds
    You tried to kill Keith, when he was thought to be Keziah
    Strangled up in blue, surely there was room for two?

    Perfect partners in a two piece puzzle
    A lefty and a righty, lovers to the end
    Boy oh boy, born with a best friend

    *”Anglo-Saxon (Old English) prosody is an accentual-alliterative tradition where poetry is defined by rhythm and sound rather than syllable count or rhyme. Each line, or stich, is divided into two half-lines (hemistiches) separated by a central pause (caesura), with four strong stresses per line, usually linked by two or three alliterating words.

    Key components of Anglo-Saxon prosody include:

    Structure: Two-part lines (caesura-divided) allow for a flexible number of unstressed syllables between the four primary stressed syllables.

    Alliteration: The key unifying device; consonant-alliteration requires matching the initial sounds of stressed words, while any vowel can alliterate with another.

    Stress Pattern: Typically, one or two stressed words in the first half-line (a-verse) alliterate with the first stressed word in the second half-line (b-verse). The last stressed syllable of the line rarely alliterates.

    Sievers’ Types: Developed by Eduard Sievers, this classification system breaks down alliterative verse into five distinct patterns based on the arrangement of stressed (/) and unstressed (x) syllables.

    Function: Designed for oral performance by scops (poets), this verse structure provided a mnemonic, rhythmic, and heightened, artistic, sound-based structure that differentiated it from daily speech.”

    **Line by line breakdown of poem

    First thing to know, poem is about my twin brother and me.

    1. Title: “The Other Me”

    My Mom told me a story that when we were little one of us asked her, “Where’s the other me?”

    1. “I was naked next to you for nearly nine months”

    Added the word “nearly” just today for accuracy. Line is meant to be provocative and humorous. Poem starts in

    1. “The caesarian section slit Her stomach”

    We move onto the birth. The “H” is capitalized to honor my Mother. She says we were transverse in the womb meaning one twin was verical, the other horizontal. As far as the c-section scar she told me she considers it a badge of honor. My son was also born c-section and by that time doctors figured out how to leave the scar on the bikini line.

    1. “Not natural, knives of science”

    Pointing out here without modern medicine all three of us could have possibly died.

    1. “Saved two Scorpios, screaming sounds”

    She sells seashells, by the seashore…but seriously, we were born October 27th and when babies are born a large majority of them come out crying, disappointed they have are leaving the warm amniotic fluid and mad at themselves for having to come
    back to this plane of existence for one reason or another.

    6-7. “You tried to kill Keith, when he was thought to be Keziah/Strangled up in blue, surely there was room for two”

    I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. Joking here that Brian and I were fighting in the womb. In all reality I probably tried to take myself out. Dark joke there. Really was just floating around and got all twisted up.

    My favorite Professor from my time at Rutgers Professor Susan L. Miller (at the time), spotted the Bob Dylan reference to his song on his 1975 album “Blood on the Tracks” (his divorce album) titled “Tangled Up In Blue”. Including in this post are photos of comments I got back on this poem. We used to sit around in a circle and read eachother poems and then discuss verbally and also in the written language. Found a bunch of these for this poem and I just absolutely love the flourish in which she wrote the “n” in “Dylan” on her comments because it flies upwards with gusto!

    Also, my Mom told me once that she thought she was going to have one boy and one girl twin and that my name would have been “Keziah”. In The Bible:

    “Keziah is a biblical figure mentioned in Job 42:14, identified as the second daughter born to Job after his restoration and suffering.”

    Instead, Brian and I were named after the original guitarists from The Rolling Stones, Brian Jones (he actually played like every instrument and was a musical genius) and Keith Richards.

    8-9. “Perfect partners in a two piece puzzle, a lefty and a righty, lovers to the end”

    Brian and I are considered “mirror twins”. Not sure why I put lovers, seems incestual 🧐 Probably because I felt bad about the strangulation joke.

    1. “Boy oh boy, born with a best friend”

    I’ve always felt incredibly lucky to have been born a twin 🍀

    “Better Hurry Up Or We’ll Miss Our Plane”

    October 30, 2005

    Taxi cabs speed by while people complain

    Trains clack the rails and pennies feel no pain

    Tireless efforts of a night nurse

    Tied to the hospital bed yelling in spurts

    Good boy scouts are let out to flee

    In the back of a pickup truck with a long-haired beauty

    Mountains in the horizon soothing souls

    Missing the graffiti stickered basket tolls

    Desert rain endowing ecstasy upon brains

    Better hurry up or we’ll miss our plane

     

    “Sin City Church”

    October 30, 2005

    It was 5 a.m. and only one man was in there

    He showed me his Rosaries and gave me a pair

    Catholic Meditation-Mother Teresa-Mosaic Jesus

    Knees on the pew-opened my eyes-church full of people-what do I do?

    “We have a visitor with us today…” were the first words from the priest’s lips

    Is this really happening?

    This is intense, better take the rest of the trips

    Try to fit in-Where do I begin? I picked up the book which told me my sins…

    These words can breathe, as far as I can perceive

    In the Mosaic

    I Truly Believed

    Angelic voices-layers upon layers

    Could not see the waves, but they splashed in my ears

    What happened next is best understood by seers

    Saint Vincent Van Gogh

    Entered my soul

    Patron Saint of schizophrenics, homosexuals, junkies, and every kind of deviant

    These are the types of thoughts I had on that expedient

    I’ll never forget what that unlikely Saint boasts-

    “These are the ones that need Love the most”

    “Teacher Comments from Elementary School, 4th Grade, Fall of 1992 to Spring of 1993, The More Things Change The More Things Stay The Same, Nature or Nurture?, and Lastly Old Habits are Hard to Kick”

    June 30, 1993

    “Energy Kaleidoscope” (1991 2nd grade Mrs. Devito’s Class)

    March 24, 1991