Paul Siegell
*12.26.05 – Benevento/Russo Duo feat. Mike Gordon – Music Box, NJ*
                              —for Bones, who, after the third time around,
                                         now knows the exit to the Borgata
Whip flail thrust nod step kick twist lurch bend smirk smile yeah, this
          is of the groove—
(Mike, if it’s late-December 2005 in Atlantic City, what time is it
          in Firenze?)
“…aaaaaaaaahhhhh, Boy!”
Dazzle of light show swim~swarming in through drawbridge of eyelids—
Zap of Music Box covered in carpet, ev’rywhere static, ev’rything pranks—
Jackpot of Borgata games, full house, alcohol hit, hit me, raise, I’m all in,
          23 red, 10 the hard way, win, lose lose lose, c’monnn—
“…Man!”
About a gambler’s business: a shuffled deck of calligrames volunteering
          chance after chance at their paychecks and checking accounts—
Life in entertainment! Like in ev’rything! Light while inside, in dance, I’m
          cowering, coming apart: thin, spindly and weak—
“…G-d!”
Foaming bass notes of endowed amounts, beasts to daisies—Intricate keyboard
          licks of teasing themes, toys to turbulence—and
Blows from all Thor’s business (Thor in the form of Joe Drummer Russo),
          plus—what luck—
The Duo’s 7th grade music teacher in attendance as Mr. Bill (Spot-lit by Marco
          Organ Benevento—even a funk-song warp-spread dedication), with
Crowd clap/cheer/thanking old Bill,
                                        for this night, this music,
          the new to the homage, reassures
                                                                                  A   f   f   e   c   t   i   o   n—
“…Shiiit.”
Like something that hasn’t been sung for a time, a feeling still right:
          the nice-guy smile of a surprise Dazzle Zap Jackpot:
Mike Bassist Gordon’s bouncing for us (tho solo), for resurrection,
          for the Christmukah present of a Y.E.M.-encore tonight
on (mini) trampoline*
*NOTE: Back when PHiSH played, and when PHiSH played Y.E.M., and when they hit a certain section in the song, Bassist Mike and Guitarist Trey would jump a choreographed dance jam on mini-trampolines together. Goofballs.
*05.28.06 – the Disco Biscuits – Electric Factory, PA*
                                         —welcome back, dr. XLT
Ticketbastard,
                                        conquistadors
                                                                                     bloody old pickpocket.
                                                  inca
                                                                      pa
                                                                      cit
I wanna go see
                              ate
                              the
                                                                                     the Disco Biscuits
                                                  incan
                                                                      des
and they’re chargin’ me
                              cent
                              by
                                                                                     27.50,
                                                  con
                                                                      de
                                                                      sc
but yer chargin’ me
                              en
                               ding
                                                                                     half that—
                                                  con
                                                                      sec
Half that?
                                                                      rat
                              ions
                                                                                     That’s crap!
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*12.26.05 – Benevento/Russo Duo feat. Mike Gordon – Music Box, NJ*
                              —for Bones, who, after the third time around,
                                         now knows the exit to the Borgata
Whip flail thrust nod step kick twist lurch bend smirk smile yeah, this
          is of the groove—
(Mike, if it’s late-December 2005 in Atlantic City, what time is it
          in Firenze?)
“…aaaaaaaaahhhhh, Boy!”
Dazzle of light show swim~swarming in through drawbridge of eyelids—
Zap of Music Box covered in carpet, ev’rywhere static, ev’rything pranks—
Jackpot of Borgata games, full house, alcohol hit, hit me, raise, I’m all in,
          23 red, 10 the hard way, win, lose lose lose, c’monnn—
“…Man!”
About a gambler’s business: a shuffled deck of calligrames volunteering
          chance after chance at their paychecks and checking accounts—
Life in entertainment! Like in ev’rything! Light while inside, in dance, I’m
          cowering, coming apart: thin, spindly and weak—
“…G-d!”
Foaming bass notes of endowed amounts, beasts to daisies—Intricate keyboard
          licks of teasing themes, toys to turbulence—and
Blows from all Thor’s business (Thor in the form of Joe Drummer Russo),
          plus—what luck—
The Duo’s 7th grade music teacher in attendance as Mr. Bill (Spot-lit by Marco
          Organ Benevento—even a funk-song warp-spread dedication), with
Crowd clap/cheer/thanking old Bill,
                                        for this night, this music,
          the new to the homage, reassures
                                                                                  A   f   f   e   c   t   i   o   n—
“…Shiiit.”
Like something that hasn’t been sung for a time, a feeling still right:
          the nice-guy smile of a surprise Dazzle Zap Jackpot:
Mike Bassist Gordon’s bouncing for us (tho solo), for resurrection,
          for the Christmukah present of a Y.E.M.-encore tonight
on (mini) trampoline*
*NOTE: Back when PHiSH played, and when PHiSH played Y.E.M., and when they hit a certain section in the song, Bassist Mike and Guitarist Trey would jump a choreographed dance jam on mini-trampolines together. Goofballs.
*05.28.06 – the Disco Biscuits – Electric Factory, PA*
                                         —welcome back, dr. XLT
Ticketbastard,
                                        conquistadors
                                                                                     bloody old pickpocket.
                                                  inca
                                                                      pa
                                                                      cit
I wanna go see
                              ate
                              the
                                                                                     the Disco Biscuits
                                                  incan
                                                                      des
and they’re chargin’ me
                              cent
                              by
                                                                                     27.50,
                                                  con
                                                                      de
                                                                      sc
but yer chargin’ me
                              en
                               ding
                                                                                     half that—
                                                  con
                                                                      sec
Half that?
                                                                      rat
                              ions
                                                                                     That’s crap!
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