The Belts

I worked with this particular Bukowski reading a while back, but couldn't get it where I wanted it. Kept working on it until, today, I've reached the point where I feel the need to cut myself free. Just leave it be. My thought or intention was to bring some dance and some rockabilly or whatever into the same place and see what I could make of it, little piece by little piece. In the end I got the feeling that Chuck was sneering at me and would likely walk out of the room unless I called it done.

Mrs. Goodyear is a dancer. This is for her.

[Photo: Lee Miller]

Chuck. With a little backing help.

When in Rome.....this is, apparently, from the developing sub-genre (of one) Icelandic Folk Rock. 

Wash  me.

The Invisibility of Speed

Unfound

Love song. Of sorts.

When you see me I'll be gone...