12.29.2009

they are sometimes cheaper in the south



Featuring the sparkling cider guitar of Ari Feld, the sky blue harmonies of Christy Crutchfield, the elegant tambourine smacking of Gabe Durham, and the openly terrific oboe of Anne Holmes. Members who were not in attendance/not yet in the band in August: Gale Thompson and Ben Kopel. Yeah, this is from way back in August, so it's not exactly new news, but what: you want an airplane? Thanks to Brian Mihok for the video, which is maybe a little jerky, but he recorded it off his iPhone, which he's not even supposed to be able to do, so in conclusion Brian Mihok is magic.

Here are the lyrics:

YOU DON'T HAVE TO FALL APART

Love me like a sparrow that you keep inside your freezer
Love me like an object that looks closer in the mirror
Love me like your elbow dipped in honey you can't lick
Love me like a Popsicle that's fallen off the stick

Love me like a bowling alley that went belly up
Love me like a bloom beneath a frost of awful luck
Love me like the price of cigarettes in other states
Love me like some funny stone you don't know why you saved

You don't have to love me now
Just please don't say goodbye
You don't have to be nice to me
Though you know I wouldn't mind
I'll sleep just like a match inside
Your paper lantern heart
Everyone's got reasons oh
But reasons fall apart

Love me like an ant hill that you carefully avoid
Love me like the relevance of some old broken toy
Love me like balloons you lose ahold of in the breeze
And watch until they're gone from you
Or gone from sight at least

You don't have to love me now
Just please don't say goodbye
You don't have to be nice to me
Though you know I wouldn't mind
I'll sleep just like a match inside
Your paper lantern heart
Everyone's got reasons oh
But reasons fall apart

12.26.2009

i know it's made of foam it's still my real finger


HI EVERYBODY

WHAT DID SANTA BRING YOU

HERE IS A COFFEE CHIPOTLE RUB


3 teaspoons ground coffee
3 teaspoons ground chipotle pepper (or chipotle chile powder)
1/4 cup paprika
2 teaspoons toasted cumin seeds
3 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon salt

12.17.2009

one of these days i'm going to come up with something interesting to post about


Until then, here is a funny picture and two links to recent guest posts on other blogs:

At Big Other, eight things I discovered for the first time in 2009 with commentary: Frank Lima, Lewis Nordan, Billy Joe Shaver, Jim Ford, Melanie Joy, pasta with beans, Scrooged, and Catallus. Thanks to John Madera for asking me to contribute.

An interview with Jason Behrends of the terrific blog What To Wear During An Orange Alert. I talk about what's coming next year for Magic Helicopter Press, other things, blah blah, maybe someone should put a dental drill in my eye, etc.

12.11.2009

you have two choices: hey or wait


A new poem is up at Everyday Genius, courtesy of December's guest editor Sasha Fletcher. The poem is called "Giggle Or Stop It." It's another poem about feelings. Thanks, Sasha.

12.10.2009

Coinsides from Brave Men Press


Brian Foley and Emily B. Goodale of Brave Men Press made, for a recent reading in Boston, a coinside from part of my poem "Tell Me And I Will Know". I am really flattered by Emily's artwork and craft and by Brian's asking me into the project, because—looking at these beautiful coinsides—I think this might be the nicest my work has ever been treated, and that's pretty humbling. Anyway, a coinside is like a tiny broadside, sort of half a bookmark size, and really lovingly done up on cardstock with an illustration from Emily. You can get one for $3.50 from Brave Men Press. There are 23 available? Maybe a few less, since a few people got some at the reading? Thanks again to Brain and Emily. I'm not worthy!

12.07.2009

you can't slip on the ice if you're wearing it


New stuff is up at Idiolexicon, helmed ably by Patrick Duggan, Elliot Harmon, and Marcus Merritt. Thanks guys! Read: "All I Want To Ask the Ghosts of Hewitt Park" (from MC Oroville's Answering Machine), "Eh Is Right," "The Giant Who Learned to Dance," and "The Relevant Oh." Those last three are from We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough, that poem book I've got coming out next Summer from PGP that I'm going to be throwing at you on-tour with Rachel B Glaser. Except the giant dancing poem isn't a prose poem anymore. It's a dance. It involves falling all over you. Man, just realized they're making really sexy stagecoaches these days. Keep a look out for those sexy stagecoaches. Let me know if you're robbed.