2005.11.17, at the Crocodile
Things that are jammy:Some guns, some toes, puréed fruit,And Bellingham bands.
2005.11.01, at the Crocodile
How do you hide itUnder such sultry music,That robot heartbeat?
2005.10.28, assorted local rock stars at the Sunset
We're lit by encore,Dud bombs fused with guitar wires,Remembering when.
2005.10.28, at the Crocodile
That second show curseStruck again. Take Ballard's WhoAs medicine men.
2005.10.15, performing a German opera by Antonio Salieri at the Musikverein in ViennaTo champion thisTwo hundred year old music,Pray to white, cold God.
2005.10.08, at Neumo's
Do not, even now.(Drum and fiddle's rugged twine.)Do not sing at all.
2005.10.04, at the Showbox
If the light goes downAnd what's right goes right, the soundAnd the light goes round.
2005.10.03, at Neumo's
Fetching Eleanor,Warbling the endless songUsing a cheat sheet.
2005.10.01, at the Crocodile
Tiny telephoneSerenading a 4-trackRecording volumes.
2005.09.29, at the Crocodile
Let's not mention them.By "them", I mean Talking Heads.Oh shit, I just did.
Subtly beatific smart-ass with one and a half fake teeth.
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