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What goes on behind the backs Of those who write on blackboards…  Friday, March 20, Valley Of The Vapors Festival, Hot Springs,AR #SchwervonPoetry 

Let the spring rain fall on your brain 

We don’t have time for the scenic route
We need the sleep more 
We are on a mission 
No time for cracker barrels 
And good will stores 
We are here to rock the people 

What font is your nightmare? 
No time for Mr. Hall’s boring 
speech patterns and silly boots. 
The reasons behind  why we risk
Making fools of ourselves 
What goes on behind the backs 
Of those who write on blackboards
The art of vandalism  
Of mixing paint with words. 
The science behind friendship 
And fearful speech patterns. 
Pay no attention to
The rubber seals
On the side of the highway 
The needles in my finger tips 
We are here to rock the science 

Of love

This may not be you best day
But it doesn’t have to be your worst 

(This poem was recited for the first time on Friday, March 20, 2015 at The Valley Of The Vapors Festival in Hot Springs, AR)

March Madness 3 Day Weekend: VOV Fest (Hot Springs), Fayetteville & Tulsa


Three shows for this coming weekend. Happy to be returning to the VOV Fest on Friday. Excited to check out our old NY Antifolk Scene pal Shilpa Ray. It’s been a while. Also got a chance to play a local KC show with Jamaican Queens last weekend so we’re looking forward to re-witnessing their enormous sound on a larger stage as well.

Fri. 20 – Hot Springs, AR “Valley of the Vapors Festival
w/ Jamaican  Queens (MI) + My Gold Mask (IL) + Shilpa Ray (NY) + Fred Thomas (MI)
21 – Fayetteville, AR (JR’s Lightbulb) w/ Rival Monsters + PK
22 – Tulsa, OK (Soundpony) w/ The Daddyo’s + Noun Verb Adjective

Show Poem 3-18-14 @ Low Key “Valley Of The Vapors Festival” (Hot Springs, AK)

Only Zombies are forever young.
Just because I share the first name with the King of Mexican food doesn’t mean that I am bullet proof.
Or that my insides are steel and endless.
My life is not a personal insult to anyone.
We all pay the price for sitting on the fence of the bull ride.
The clowns are the saddest to me.
They are the Rodeo’s secret service.
At any given moment prepared to take a steers horn to the chest or snow cone to the face… the ultimate sacrifice so the cowboy may ride another day.
You are not my daughter.
How long will you wait for water?
The water round here has mysterious properties.
Healing powers.
And powers that know the Achilles heel.
You are not my daughter,
But I can love you just the same
Says the water.
It’s in the rocks.  And the dirt.
It’s in the air. The trees.
It’s even in the pizza.
Hot and ready to serve.
Ready to spring like a baby grasshopper entering the woods.
There is a place for us here.
Hot and springy.
A place to drink and bathe.
And sing.
A place where all are welcome.