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Category Archives: First Impressions
Choke
The heart is about the same.
Defects and all.
An aquarium first full
Crystal clarity of design
Will it stand up under pressure
Water displaced finds a way
Like hormones and nature
About to burst
Tearing at the seams
Hot water starts trickling
dripping steady flow
gathering at edges
staining sleeves and napkins
Tight, acutely aware
Consequences abound
Least of expectations
Imaginable disappointment
Butterflies are great
for their own sake.
Captivated by the what-if
Loving myself
Mercenary
or
Missionary
Fanfair
I’ve listened to ska before. This week I heard it for the first time. The Toasters played Murphy’s and I was there. Started in 1981, the NYC band’s existed longer than most of my friends. According to Tyler, they chose Memphis to start off their first tour in 6 years. I don’t feel the need to fact check him. Ska is one of those music genres I lump in a pile labeled “rock”. It’s my catch-all term for music I’ve never really heard. As a teen, I thought ska was a type of skateboarding event. No joke. Continue reading Fanfair
Barefoot
I’ve been stuck on this moment from last week. Dave Cousar jammin’ with John Paul Keith at the Buccaneer. I think I heard JPK at DKDC last season. I really heard him last week. The vibe there was palpable. A room of talent pulsating with the passion of creation and all you have is my word for it. 
Memphis Most Time Wasted
The Best of Memphis poll needs one more category. Best Pandering Asshole.
Popularity contests are not in themselves wrong. Majority opinion has worth and it’s very flattering when you win. And of course, the pathetic losers keep each other company in their mediocrity. The premise is that the “best” of something gets recognition by consistently providing quality service and/or entertainment to the masses. Lobbying and begging for votes cheapens the concept. Though adding Groveling to the Miss American contest has great entertainment potential.
If only money wasn’t involved. The annual Best of Memphis thing sparks a deluge of people and places reminding everyone who will listen that they want your vote. Some even give reasons why they deserve it. It’s nothing more than high school student council elections sans glitter and poster-boards. With less meaning.
I’m pretty damn opinionated yet I have trouble finding answers for the wealth of categories in this poll. Best BBQ in Memphis? You aren’t really a Memphian without thoughts on that. (Vegetarians note, DeJaVu has excellent BBQ tofu.) But Best Pizza? Uhm – it’s a tie between New York and Chicago for me. Best Florist? Might as well call it least shitty florist in Memphis because people who care about flowers most likely go to the spring plant sales and grow their own.
It’s also annoying that you have to fill out at least 50% of the 135 categories. I guess your opinion only counts if you are a really picky eater or a music snob? It’s a shame the government doesn’t apply the same rule to elections. Your vote only counts if you invest in 50% or more of the issues at hand.
Church of Dave?
I want to go sit cross-legged in the middle of the music.
Capture the brilliance with a thousand words.
A thing observed, changes.
Women are taught to observe themselves monthly.
Men don’t look until something goes wrong.
Yoga helps no matter what.
Truth Is
Smoking isn’t that big of a deal.
I often sit in an empty bar and wonder how much fuss I’d cause taking a puff off my one-hitter. Chances are the staff smokes too. No one else would know. The smell doesn’t stick. It even leaves a pleasant lingering hint that something calming happened here. Like your grandparents house. Continue reading Truth Is
Dead Inside
These squinty eyes of mine. They may look glassy. My expression one of cow-brained ignorance.
That’s just what I look like when I can’t hear.
Sometimes the chaos around me is so loud I can’t take it anymore. I just let all noise wash over me and fight my urge to fly.
I want to be there. I want to engage. At some point
the centre cannot hold.
Read the book An Unquiet Mind. There are revelations there.
I’m going back in. See ya on the flip side.
June 29
I woke up this morning.
After drifting away
The fog has dissipated
Snapped to attention
Seeing clearly and it’s
first time this summer.
The sun illuminates
And the moon glows
Neither see too
Well themselves.
Clarity
Focus
Driving west
Freedom’s best
When you know what you want.
Vibrant feelings
Wash over me
Rainbow sunshine
Don’t mind the glare.
Always, One Thing
I staunchly support
Is Equality
Whether or not
It applies to me.
Other marriages
Plans don’t changeOther divorces
Contracting
Human nature
Like you do.
The cats are clean
The room is swept.
Two more movesand many miles
Before I sleep.