As we ramp up production here at the house of Vortex, I’ll be aiming to post a tune every week or two. Today’s is a collaborative effort recorded a few months back and written in the key of Leon Russell. As ever, it’s on the fairly small side (1.3 mb), download-wise.
TV’s Yaniv Soha contributes all manner of haunting notes and noises. Be sure to drop by his site for more of that distinctive Yaniv-Soha-style rock ‘n roll goodness.
They’re chatting
they're chatting in front of the register lit softly by streetlight
and if you only saw the look on his face
her back to you
her hands on her hips
straight black hair sliding over
casual tilt
you'd never guess
she was an eighty-year-old widow.
Order, two drinks:
espresso, green tea.
I mean, seriously.
How much more married
can you be?
x-post: And the monkey, and the vortex, and the money of it all
There’s an all-new audio-fun episode ready for your easy-downloading goodtimes over at ye olde Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. Drop by and check out The Winsor McCay Sketchbook: Money, written by Tony “King” Jonick and starring Bill “also King” Cassel” and Alana “Lady-King” Guy Dill. And remember: “It’s the most fun you can legally pack into a 2.2 MB mp3!”
wandering thought
please don't call on me.
I'm writing poetry.
Sunday, Midtown
Trying to cover the three of us with one umbrella.
My naked hand out for a cab full-body soaked as that car roared by
and I was wet and cold and pissed.
Then giving up counting our change to catch the crosstown bus
climbing onboard paying our fare and me
surprised to find it half-empty in the rain.
Banana Hands
I think most of us have been there at one time or another. I know I have. And I don’t mean that metaphorically either.
Here’s a piano/vocal song about those times, and what we were thinking. And maybe even a little about what we were feeling. Standing there. All banana-handed.
It’s less than one meg, not even 900K really. Because you deserve a quick-downloading song about being banana-handed. What with all the good works you do. So enjoy! And watch the skies, -CV
Press Play to play.
playtime::56 seconds
file specs: just south of 900K mp3
Three-year-old salmon
Yesterday
I really let him jump on me
let him throw himself into me
like some red-headed salmon
and me the current
his feet slapping the waves.
He was laughing, slap-laughing
and flying, slap-flying.
And then I was the sand
and he was the ocean
and he stretched me apart and he wore me down
and he sent me
streaming
out to
sea.
A poem one of my ancestors might have written, but I feel this way too
When it's all clouded over thick, sheep's belly wool blocking out stars and sky you have to think: Shit! We're screwed!
Now we'll never see the aliens when they come to eat our brains out.
He talks
He talks in a low hum
with no air between the words.
He fills all the space.
He fills all the space.
Hefillsallthespace.
He’s like crickets.