Reviews and Interviews
by the secret, a common mystery, I was in tune and detached with
Soul Power in the Darkness
The warm watery night turns cold vision. A fog is
lifted and anxiety is increased. Surviving the night requires heat.
I Touched James Brown
Now he had a big smile and a voice to match, backing
a split time that could fry you where you stand.
Hate being what it is, consumed me, chewed mye up
and spit me out
place to share enthusiasms
Crawling out of Corners
A crude disturbing rhythm is the first image.
Stage left, just above eye-level: angular horn-like chords. The
image is incomplete.
I'd just passed Barham where I hoped to catch a
non-lethal ride from some freeway weary automaniac. Then I heard
that damned music.