all-sense sends me these lyrics today. reminiscent of a spontaneous sing along moment that will forever link this song with two very beautiful people in my life. yeah, im startin on dat nolstagic sheet…

Amber by 311

Brainstorm, take me away from the norm
I got to tell you something
This phenomenon, I had to put it in a song
And it goes like

Chorus:
Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
Whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

You ought to know what brings me here
You glide through my head blind to fear
And I know why

(Chorus 2x)

You live too far away
Your voice rings like a bell anyway
Don’t give up your independence
Unless it feels so right
Nothing good comes easily
Sometimes you gotta fight

(Chorus)

Launched a thousand ships in my heart
So easy, still it’s fine from afar
And you know that
Whoa, brainstorm take me away from the norm
Whoa, I got to tell you something

© 311

it is 10 in the morning and i have already been at work for an hour and a half. folks, this aint pretty. i know that many of you fine law abiding citizens are workin hard for a livin at 9am, and for that, i applaud you. (insert budweiser “heres to you! people of genius” music) however, i am used to gettin to work at an hour that is a bit more in line with my poetic lifestyle, say like 11am or noon.

enough of dat. tonight is acentos and i will be sure to get down in time to get my name on the open mic. also very interested in hearing the work of pedro lopez adorno. if any of you were at the anniversay show, you should be at this show as well. i swear the anniversary show is like easter for catholics, mofos show up once a year and then they run around for 364 days talkin bout how they support acentos. can you feel the lack of sleep kickin in?

hilarious aside: GROWN MEN WILL HUG: The Movie. you will laugh, you will cry, you will believe an ecuadorian can fly. trailer pic can be found here. thanks again to the artcheress for her shutter bug talents.

last night at 13: i woulda bet the farm that rives would advance to the finals. good thing i dont have the deed to the farm. my hope in slam is renewed with lynne comin OFF PAGE with new-ish work (new-ish in the sense that she presented newly edited versions of “evidence of injury,” a poem shes been workin on since the days of louderARTS south at morgies(!), and “lace & knife,” an updated version of the james byrd poem. not too sure of how old “the first boy i slept with” is but i first heard it a few months back. “crisis” is the latest version of “come to destroy“)

okey doke. work break over. time for more java!

t-minus 15 days and countin

even in my deepest bouts of insomnia, i always seem to wake up just in time to get to my early morning commitments. key words- just in time. i barely made it out the snackbox in time. anywho. all went well on the radio this morning, they said it should already be on the archives so i will tune in later to see just what my voice does sound like 30 mins after i wake.

leave the studios to get mildly soaked by the rain. ok, no worries. arrive in the bronx to see a full snow storm. huh? its the fkucin second week of april, fer chrissakes. where am i livin, canada???

you know sumthin, i can not wait to get to the west coast.

Sometimes It Snows In April by Prince

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war
Just after I wiped away his last tear
I guess he’s better off than he was before
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy ‘cause he was my only friend
Those kind of cars don’t pass U every day
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy ‘cause I wanted 2 see him again
But sometimes, sometimes life ain’t always the way

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending
And all good things, they say, never last

Springtime was always my favorite time of year
A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy’s tears
Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
He used 2 say so strong, “Oh, I’m not afraid 2 die”
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
U know, staring at his picture I realize
No one could cry the way my Tracy cried

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, yeah
Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending

But all good things, they say, never last

I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy’s there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe he’s found the answer 2 all the April snow
Maybe one day I’ll see my Tracy again

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending
But all good things, they say, never last
But all good things, they say, never last
And love, it isn’t love until it’s past

© 1986 Controversy Music – ASCAP

i will be on WBAI’s City Watch tomorrow sometime between 10 and 11 am (eastern daylight time- gotta be specific since i’m all bicoastal and sheet)

its live radio so who knows if i will get 12 minutes, the whole hour or just enough time for a three line poem but i’m down for the adventure

if ya want to tune in on the web, just click here

rey mysterio jr is the new world heavyweight wrestling champ.

maybe not so much on the heavyweight part as rey is exactly my height and 20 lbs lighter

and this sports entertainment moment brought to you courtesy of a convo i had over the weekend with OBB, where he revealed his love of pro wrestling and mixed martial arts matches.

Rey Mysterio def. Kurt Angle and Randy Orton in a Triple Threat Match (new World Heavyweight Champion) April 3, 2006
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