Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

March 22, 2017

Birthday Tribute

Filed under: music, poetry, rhyme, Uncategorized — Tags: , , , — namelessneed @ 12:52 pm

It’s likely/ It could be

That when Leonard Bernstein,

At his piano bench…

It was very late when he,

In a creative trance,

Had opened an envelope

From a Mr. Stephen Sondheim,

And started to work on

A musical phrasing for

“There’s a place for us”,

He eyedropped a gold teardrop

Into a test tube, & heaven reacted,

 

& now can make me ache

20,000 late nights after

.

,

.

.

.

Happy birthday, Mr.Stephen Sondheim

March 11, 2014

Thanx For My Fun

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 7:27 am

 

October 28, 2013

“When I heard, I felt heartsick, not unlike when I hear “Berlin” (thankfully). Lou Reed made a mark on many. RIP” Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: Art, cinema, lou reed, MUSIC, passion, poetry — namelessneed @ 4:53 amEdit This Julian Schnabel’s loving Documentary, on “Berlin” which will always be one on my lifetime’s favorite albums list miss ya already, man ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx0fkh1BGlI

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 5:31 am

“When I heard, I felt heartsick, not unlike when I hear “Berlin” (thankfully). Lou Reed made a mark on many. RIP”

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags:  — namelessneed @ 4:53 amEdit This

Julian Schnabel’s loving Documentary, on “Berlin” which will always be one on my lifetime’s favorite albums list

miss ya already, man

 

ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx0fkh1BGlI

August 7, 2013

something very special at the Largo

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 8:55 am

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdLgFOzwhjE

March 22, 2013

Happy Birthday Stephen Sondheim

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http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/368532/december-14-2010/stephen-sondheim

December 6, 2012

Solid Things

 

 

 

 

There’s this secret I’ve kept so discreet

From lovers, & brothers, & mothers.

I’ve mis managed to become  so mum

It was only clearer to me

After  self therapy

The  other day,  or another.

.

From  this  encompassing  dream,

I   finally  wanted

All the  solid things  I was sold  to get,

When it’s important  to want one.

.

I   Get

Silk  batik ties, Italian silk shirts,

Mostly-silk  jackets,

Dry cleaned,  & all in the closet.

.

I  Wait For And Get

Too new Peter & P.J., Gabriel and Harvey,

Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.

Too new Laurie Anderson, Richard Thompson,

Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.

.

I  Waited  For  &  Get a

Big  Bio book   of Elliott Smith,

and the case is still closed

.

I   Get

New  Yorker’s

Drawings  &  Captions

All of them  (All these years)

Data   on   disc

unplayed  &  unsmiled  to. (sadly)

I   Got

New  Yorker’s

Drawings  & Captions

The Board Game…

.

..

Why  I  With-hold

All  that  pleasure,

I haven’t a clue.

It’s half-like  holding  love

At arm’s length,

& watching it  do

.

 

 

 

August 4, 2012

SOME BRUSHES WITH FAME

 

 

 

Spaulding Gray,   RIP

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coxoEhQmjzY

Met, when he approached me, introduced himself and invited me to join him onstage for a performance, seriously

.

Barry Sobel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sx1aRIj9LdQ

met in an odd situation, introduced him to my brother

.

Richard Thompson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9qHEoCfzjw&feature=digest

met  twice for a backstage meet & greet

a hero

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.

now, it’s yr turn. Do Tell

February 26, 2011

lot

40 years later in a Florida fog/

4 A.M.   I’m eating yogurt/

In my station wagon on a lunch break/

40 years earlier  in a rain, in a romance/

4 A.M.  Becky & I, hand in hand  on a traintrack/

She sang me Lightfoot/ Until

We stared at  a lit-up  corvair/

Louder than a fallen tree in those rainy woods/

The crosslegged trippers/

Invited us in for a smoke/

A chance to dry up some & to warm up/

To some  clearly good folks/

After  fare- thee-wells  all around, we left/

We looked back & still smiled alot/

As I do now/

Here in this factory parking lot.

February 3, 2011

“La La”

I know  no one  witnesses

When  I  confess

Over  and  over

Like a child’s playsong

We say   “I love you”

&  it’s  Ok

Playsong

November 12, 2010

Destination/ The Church

Filed under: music, poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 10:01 am

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHFWXK3dVSA&feature=related

this poetry has been floating in my head for days

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