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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