Jordan O' Jordan - "Lever, Leave Here"
Servo click. Toast to spin, the buttered side. Coffee slick, filtered funnel, orange juice optics. Pulp. Solar gust, wake walk, soft jazz on the radio to ease the waking mind. Refrigerated salt, spread gall button, pear sliced in a fan. Spin track, tank treads squeak on linoleum, the sound of a shower. Timing is a loose envelope, stretched habitually by tired humans. "Work won't come to you, you know. Up and at 'em." The chipped paint wall doesn't reply. [Buy the lovely Drawn Onward]
Fred McDowell - "Shake 'Em On Down"
These clothes feel like a skipping record. This rope (skipping) is holding up my clothes. And these waves are buzzing my head, crashing my head, clearing my head. Doesn't this heat feel cold, some heat indeed. [Buy the Alan Lomax Recordings]
(image of the Electric Man)
Posted by Dan at September 27, 2011 1:58 AM