There are times, late at night, when the burnt sienna pigments cut adrift from old jugs of corn liquor take to the wind. Their warm summons trip the unwary as easily as they ferry the willing. So it was, on such a night, at some abandoned roadhouse, that five sylvan avowed to form a band. […]
americana, musicThe first I ever heard of Michael Franti was when this song showed up on a compilation disc for some indigenous rights cause in the early 1990s. America was just wrapping up its first successfully televised war in the Persian Gulf, and the homeland’s economy was circling the drain. The lyrics immediately caught my […]
culture, music, televisionTheir song of love echoes electric — they make instruments of their own bodies. The brooch of their abandoned carapace, a horrific delight. I wore them, proud pins, on my childish clothing and in sun tangled hair, beguiled by their terrible claws and bulging eyes– a bejeweled decoration of hot Summer given to me by […]
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