“Inspirational Deadly Reckoning”









*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:
- Bertha
- Jack Straw
- Oh Babe It Ain’t No Lie
- Dire Wolf
- Dark Hollow
- It Must Have Been The Roses
- Loser
- Friend of the Devil
- Cassidy (I swear this jam entered Dark Star territory)
Set 2:
- Cumberland Blues
- Brown-Eyed Women
- I’ve Been All Around This World
- Deep Elem Blues
- Brokedown Palace
- He’s Gone
- Cold Rain and Snow
- Bird Song
- Ripple
Encore:
- Althea
- To Lay Me Down
- St. Stephen
- Not Fade Away
- Morning Dew
💀 🥀 🌈 🚿 🌹 😊 🎶 🎵 🎼
“Shadows of Groot & Starlord Figuring Action”


“Dicey Situations”








“Dopamine Recovery Timeline After Relapse”



“oh love it’s a thorny game”

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”

“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”




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



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

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

“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”

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”
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”



“From Beats to Beatitudes”
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, 2 and he began to teach them.
The Beatitudes
He said:
3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5 Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
7 Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8 Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
9 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”
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”

“Ecclesiastes”
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”

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”

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!!!”
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”
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!!!”
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








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









“He Wanted To Stop Time”
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”
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”
NBA half real half stick figure drawings
Weatherman in the wind compilation
“My Grandpa Told Me This (Jokingly)”
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”
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”
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
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”
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 “
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:)
“I articulate what I observe and how I experience it.” Life || Yoga || Meditation || Travelling || Helping || Researcher || Continuous_Learner || Grateful
“The Post Office Has A Giant Room Of Overflowing Letters For Superman”
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”
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.
“Beans To Forge On” (First Draft)



















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


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”

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

“Abduction”




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:
- Bandcamp
- Spotify
- Apple Music
- 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!!! 💗 🎶

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
- Pray for the willingness to be willing.
- You can’t pound a square peg into a round hole.
- We have a wrench for every nut that walks through the door.
- I’m not your emotional tampon.
- “The people that piss you off the most, teach you the most.”
- It’s a good thing that everybody isn’t effed up on the same day. – my old sponsor
- 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:
- 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”


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”

“No More Mondays”


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”.
“We ❤️ The Man Upstairs”

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

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”
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”
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”


“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”

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”

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)
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)
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)
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”

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”
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”
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”

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”

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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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

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

(Practicing) “My Sanity” by Bad Religion
“For Robert” (acoustic demo)

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)

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)
“Live at Espresso Joe’s Open Mic March 27th 2019”
- Hooray for Surviving (Corcoran)
- Irish Coffee (Darragh/Corcoran)
- Moonlight Mile (Jagger/Richards)
- Better Act Now (Darragh/Corcoran)
“Wheels Well Worn”
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”
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”
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”

“Eve of Eve (Train Ride Home)”
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
“As You Think” by Major Input (Official Music Video)
“Throw Something”

“Believe in Life After Love”

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

“Paul Revere” (Beastie Boys cover) Live at Espresso Joe’s “5th Saturday Showcase” June 30th 2018
“Lisa It’s Your Birthday” (Michael Jackson cover) Live at Espresso Joe’s “5th Saturday Showcase” June 30th 2018
“Faces are Glowing”
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)

“Sprout” (slow version) (Live at Espresso Joe’s in Keyport, NJ)
“M-A-N-D-Y” (Music Memo)

“Sweet Lovely Death”

“Light Show”

“The Sketchbook Project Submission”


















“Gone Forth With A Backlash”
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)

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”

“Irish Coffee” (acoustic demo)

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”


Evan & Keith “Live at Café Artiste” (Full Set) February 20th 2018
Evan & Keith “As You Think” Live at Café Artiste February 20th 2018 (Light Show Party Version)
Evan & Keith “Valentine’s Day (Love Song)” Live at Café Artiste February 20th 2018 (Bubbly Version)
“Tuning Peg Shadows Looking Like Stains On My Pants Leg”

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








“Dead and Lovely” (Tom Waits cover)

Recorded Live at “Espresso Joe’s” Open Mic in Keyport, NJ 01.03.2018
“Loose Tooth” (Music Memo)
(with Casey) (0:46)
(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)

This is an original instrumental
“Last Christmas” (Wham! acoustic cover)

“Skipping Stones” (acoustic demo)

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)

(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)

“Sings About Home”

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”
“Portrait of a Reflection and a Graffiti Shadow ”
“Familia”
“Monster Mash” by Evan & Keith (Bobby “Boris” Pickett cover)

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)
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”
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)
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

“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)

“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)

It’s a simple love song I first heard on “Rum, Sodomy, and The Lash”, “The Pogues” second album released in 1985.
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.
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring’s a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Shining steel tempered by the fire
I’ll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl *Tracy Leigh
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Track 7 – “Cold Cold Ground” (Tom Waits cover)

“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)

“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.

“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)

“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)

“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)

“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)

“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)

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)
“Summer’s End”
(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)

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)

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”
“Watering the Divine Seed” (acoustic demo)
(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”

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






“Let’s Go Out to the Lobby and Have Ourselves a Snack”
“Refrain”
Drain the brain of the pain
Dismount, detach, and refrain
“Do Re Mi”
“You Are My Sunshine”
“Frog in the Meadow”
“See You Later”
“Gone Wakko” (in loving memory of Kevin)
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

“TVQ” (instrumental) (acoustic demo)

(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)
(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)

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)

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)
(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)

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

“Time Stoppers”
Time 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)

(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”
“Hi Shadow!”
“Hooray for Surviving”
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”
“Front Roughty” (Mike Doughty at The City Winery NYC 07.31.2013)

“Yard Check”
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.

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.

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.

“Angelo’s Reflections”

“PIANIS!”



“Around and Around the Holidays”

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

“Trolling”

“Gravy of Love”
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)
(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”




“Awopbopalubopawopbamboom”

(original picture before editing courtesy of Marianne Ashenden)
“I Listen to Your Heartbeat, Fix You Up, Ready to Go”

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









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

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”)




“As We Thought” (band practice pictures)



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

(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)

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”

“Looking Out Your Window” (acoustic demo)

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

(artwork on eraser board by Daniel Lyons)
“MLKJr Day (I Have A Dream)”
*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)

(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.

Music: Keith Corcoran
Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh
Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran
“oH’D” (a companion piece to “Oh’d”written in commemoration of episode 600 of “The Simpsons”)
“oH’D”
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”







(Espresso Joe’s open mic October 12th 2016)
“Pizza Parlor Picture”

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

*title excerpted from Roky Erickson’s song “Devotional Number One”
“The Roots Bring The Love”
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”



“There For…Us” Happy 10th Anniversary My Love
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”
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”
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”
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 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)
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
Gravelly Brook Park
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”


“Off the Record”

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

“Unsnack Your Snood, Madanna, for the Stars”

“Be The Church”

“My Sister’s Cat”

“Death Becomes Him”

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

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”

“Point Pleasant Fun House”

“Espresso Joe’s Storage Room Reflection”

“Attention K-Mart Shoppers”

“Cat Bat”

“Say Hello To My Little Friend”

“Main, Stains & Rabbit Lane”





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

“Gorgeous”
07.15.2016
“Searching for the Ghost of Kurt Cobain”










“Fortunate Cookies” by Major Input (Official Music Video)
Major Input “Fortunate Cookies”
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)”
- You know, today is the day Brian finally got his other half, but he already had an ‘other half’….me.
- Hi! My name is Keith and I am Brian’s twin brother.
- 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.
- Jenni, you look absolutely angelic today. I want to thank you on behalf of the maids of honor and other helpers.
- I also want to thank the Mother and Father of the Bride, Heather and “Deardom”.
- At this time I would like EVERYONE to toast Heather & Deardom. Here! Here!
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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!”
- 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.
- 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.
- 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
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”
Have 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)

(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”
08.10.2016
“Jacqueamo 7”

“Jumbled Together”


“Passions”

“Two Dreams from January 19th 2014”
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”

“True Love”

“Bassically”

“Happy Father’s Day!”
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”

“Scolding Canine Abode: Embarrassed, But Not Unwelcome”
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”



07.24.2015
“Don’t Forget Your Youth”

“White on White: Wedding”

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

“Cross Dock”

“Curious Collaboration”

Art project with my four year old son. He colored the painting.
“Justin’s Dream”
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

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

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”
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
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
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)

(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”
“July 17th” by Major Input

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
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”
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”
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)
(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)

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 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”
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)
(Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Trestle)
(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


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)

(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”
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”
“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”
“Get Out of Jail Free”
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”
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”
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

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)

(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)
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”
“Very Altered Ego”
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”
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)
“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)

(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”

“Day is Done” (acoustic demo)

(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”
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
“Singing Eeep, Bop, Eeep, Bop, Bop”
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
(Major Input)
(The verses for the verses were created by standing in a circle and cracking open fortune cookies)
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
No matter how frightening or strange that self may prove to be
Over prepare then go with the flow
Dessert can make you happy
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
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)
(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)
(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”
reveal
publish
display
expose
divulge
make known
sensitive information
disclose
“Inward Erosion”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”


“Puppet of Love”
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
(Major Input)
Fingered vibrations grooving
Keys unlocking bridges and music
If you can’t choose it lose it
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
Forgotten like everything I have known
Glowing like it’s just been shown
If you’re listening to this you’re not alone
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
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
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

(Major Input)
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
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
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
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
Magic is smoke and mirrors
Light is the locus
Light is the locus
Light is the locus
Locus, Locus
Locus
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)
(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)
(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)
(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”
“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)
*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”
(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”
“Man’s Best Friend?”
“At the Hop”
“Casey Clones”
“The Loves Of My Life”
“Sing Me Down” (inspired by my son on the day he was born)
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”
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”
“Look Around”
“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
2. With A Simple Joy
3. You Can Test The Verdict
4. And Jet On Down The Breeze
5. Max Out With The Freaks
6. Wail With A Legend
7. Her Hair Can Be Aflame
8. No Biggie When It Gets Frosty
9. & You Can Feel The Blue Steel
10. While The Sun Bursts
———————————————————-
11. Hit The Man With The Heart
12. Get On Board Toward The Barbecue
13. It’s Funtime In America!
14. So Grab The Remote Control
15. Watch The Cable’s Vision
16. It’s Wonka With Sticky Pixies
17. & James Dean The American Dream
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
23. The Chinese Have Trapped US
24. They Don’t Believe In Finger Food
25. It’s Easier Than You Think
26. On An Autumnal Leaf
27. Golden Inside
28.What A Relief
29.The Driver Has Screwed Us
30. The Hammer Must Come Down
31. & Smash The Statements Enclosed
32. In Closing
33. Look Around
* 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
“Swim Against the Pain”
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?”
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”
“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”
“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”
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”
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.
“Gently Across Face”
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!”
“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”
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
“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.
My Grandpa: William Joseph Rescigno











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:

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”

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”
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”
*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”

“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”
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.
- 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?”
- “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
- “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.
- “Not natural, knives of science”
Pointing out here without modern medicine all three of us could have possibly died.
- “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.
- “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”
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”
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”








(Prairie Dog) Brian says, “Woah, I never seen that before in real life! It looks like a fat squirrel with no tail.”
(Snow Woman) Brian says, “I wish that snow woman would stop throwing me gang signs, it’s creeping me out.”
(Cougar) Brian says, “Man, Ken Griffey Jr. used to use that tail as a baseball bat.”
(Raven) Brian says, “I feel like it should be wearing a silver Christ cross.”
(Bald Eagles) Brian says, “They remind me of those two old muppet guys.”
(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.”
(Leopard) Brian says, “My grandma had a coat that looked like you.”
(Sea Urchin) Brian says, “Well that looks like a nightmare.”
(Buddhist Statue) Brian says as we turn the corner and there he is, “Look at this creep.”












(photo courtesy of David “Miriam Drive” Kerschner)
(photo courtesy of Ronald “Ronnie” Mirante)
(photo courtesy of Michael “Master P” Mastropiero)
(photo courtesy of Patricia “Trish” Crawford)


















































