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12 stray songs

alternate take 1 the people who love you are crazy they can’t help it really they can’t they are those teenaged girls in wet auditorium seats hysterical before the beatles only you are in a high chair with chocolate smeared across your face or sweating in a bright red high school football uniform on the […]

the new stew record is…

something deeper than these changes something deeper than these changes something deeper than these changes something deeper than these changes something deeper than these changes something deeper than these changessomething deeper than these changes something deeper than these changes something deeper than these changes something deeper than these changes something deeper than these changes something […]

furniture

Lord Frikendel: I now feel like i understand my job better. And my job is not to revolutionize furniture. The hoax/lure of originality doesn’t screw my mind up the way it did in the 80’s. Back then i was looking for a way out by utilizing all sorts of tactics in an effort to freshen […]

Chairwoman Now (dreams she is not a band)

alfreeda is standing in the short line sign song sanging from the ceiling it whispers “everythings fine girl liked ta blow my mind…” this gives her that carsick feeling donna equals man on pre-disney 42nd street who smells of mothballs and weed “black? White? chinese girls with dirty feet? Ah, for once I got something […]

old

Uncomfortably surreal it is watching 20 year old hipsters dressing like 20 year old hipsters did back when we were 20 year old hipsters who did not dress like other 20 year old hipsters because we’d sensed somehow that true 20 year old hipsters shouldn’t look like anyone else – including other 20 year old […]

especially the children laughing

A critic once said that while listening to Coltrane he heard his mother’s voice. When i listen to Monk I hear my mother washing dishes while talking to the next door neighbor thru the kitchen window, i hear rain pop-locking on a yellow 2nd grade raincoat at the corner of Venice & La Brea, i […]

Alfreeda dreams that she is a band

The wary travelers haul ass howling cross this grating country of yours from LA to NYC hooded strangers sing to me in the parking lot of the Walmart in the Ozarks the peak of American civilization clearly while Agent Eat My Dust enters “I’ll cover you” I say once inside she spies spontaneously crying female […]

falaco

“its a bit over the top isnt it?” asks donna. “loosen up – its just the context thats distracting” laughs alfreeda. “you went all may 68 when folks started selling space on their lawns for ciggy ads. but frau engels changed her tune, didnt she?” alfreeda teased. “I had school loans to pay off.” “well […]

hello

in the lobby of the “ain’t no valet parking in hell” funeral home, alfreeda and donna are waiting and talking. it seems that a dead man’s forehead has been sold as advertising space. a fluorescent yellow, red and orange advert for a nearby falaco emporium (falaco = carne asada in pita bread) has been attached […]