napoleon · vs. · joan · of · arc

1. obama or mccain, we win because we get rid of bush

2. our future should be brighter than "not bush".

3. imagine who you would want to be with on the 12th floor of a burning building?

because, frankly, were are there.

tonight I watched an old tired Republican tell a young black man who Fanny Mae was because, you know, he probably never heard of the company until a few weeks ago.

some one is out of touch. some one has hope and clarity. some one is ready to lead, for two terms and then whatever the future holds.

you be the judge.

glamour

this one word

this is the source of so much pain

this is the reason we no longer

speak to one another

this misconception about the self...

oh

to see one another

for the first time, again

scrubbed clean

in daylight

simply passing

acknowledging that moment

when we realized

we were not strangers

that we had found one another

at last

clear

kind

pure

check out the 5 olock news on Wood TV 8 today.

Ah....that's what they did with my baby. Makes me proud.

On another note. My business mentor and partner of sorts goes to the bank to seal the deal on a tasty cabaret theatre that looks like something dropped out of a 1930's gangster movie. Complete with shower and lighted thrust stage. Yummy.

Already working on booking shows from Chicago and London, oh my, please join us.

I also am booking performance acts for Destination 1111 this year. Please contact me with your brilliant idea/performance.

Operation Nein.

looking for ushers for the weekend shows.
free tickets for those who assist.
All's Well That Ends Well Friday night 6pm Sat. 1 pm
Julius Ceasar Saturday 6 pm Sunday 1 pm
call me or post on journal

location: the new Ballet theatre near Founders.

334.1426 for confirmation.

four and one half hour show,
first night of new show.
I am completely drained.
show up next sunday at loui's
you be the judge.
best poetry show to date.
few of the usual suspects.
one hell of a new house band.

wow, evolution rocks!

OPERATION NEIN 7:30 every sunday night.
Loui's Bar and Rocket Lounge.

operation nein begins this sunday at louie's bar on bridge street.
spoken word, original music, other madness encouraged until they boot us out of course.

my lovely co-host will be taking your name as you enter. I will be in the back scraping the barnacles off my ass.

other critics of popular performance encouraged. relatively cheap drinks and not a lot of the chotch brigade. not yet, that is.

of course, bring all your famous friends.

oh yes, and, thanks gerry barnaby for the interview.

also, thanks allie, this is all because of you....

operation nein: the audible element

that was a great show. simien the whale did the baddest cover of criss cross's "jump" ever. very funny. mighty narwhale mystified and delighted an entire new crop of believers. lynn thompson band got everybody dancing and drinking and got at least one lucky bastard laid last night. chance jones was the musical equivalent to the best fight scenes from every bruce lee movie looped and projected in every sense of the word, "astral".

i am so beat right now. to anyone who came and supported, thank you. the storm blowing in and blowing la familia off the stage and over to the intersection was simply delightful. of course, holding down the beer tent and dismantling the seating and tables in the driving rain was less than fun.

the event was a financial success. but more importantly, a lot of people got introduced to some great bands. and these bands are great because for each of them, it is all about the music. we live in a great city because of them. again, thanks to all who came and made our night memorable.

she follows the survivors
of her careful machinations
folding splendor into sorrow
as she practices her paces
swerving slightly to avoid
any purposeful collisions
a smile is all she answers
to your well deserved derision
pull the hammer back and aim
for the pigeons that she tosses
she’ll measure all her gains
against your unsuspecting losses
will you ever seem to name
the place you have forgotten
let us slip into the night
and drink the nectar that nearly rotted
and hope is just a thing
that flew before you caged her
and grace is just a name
that you spoke before she named you
even when you have remained
when the force you claimed blew by you
no one ever seems to claim
the pieces that they stole
from the box you hid so carefully
in a closet that swung open
is there something you’re not telling me
we’ve got little time
for what remains unspoken,
what remains unspoken,
what remains unspoken,
what remains unspoken……

so take me to the river
wrap my body up in bandages
a prayer is just a sliver
that you pry between my phalanges
if I offer up my sores
for a prophet’s admonition
could you paint a dervish dance
from my empty premonitions
sometimes all a sinner needs
is a wilderness to swallow
what cannot be explained
beneath a drum beat thin and hollow
I will never see the faces
of accusers that did not bother
to ask me how it felt
to break a man who hurt my brother
and if a burning bush could speak
beyond generations farther
I will take a shepherds’ staff
and disregard the chatter
of anyone who spoke
a word to bench my honor
gather all your gilded armies
I will walk alone
inside your fear unbroken,
inside your fear unbroken,
inside your fear unbroken…

take me to a sandy bar,
bandage me and walk away,
just walk away,
just walk away,
please walk away,
so you walk away,
you walk away,
you walk away
now walk away…..

Of course Hillary won in KY tonight. Can you imagine some inbred moonshine running horse betting white jesus fearing family of 12 voting for a BLACK MAN? Pleeeaase.

Hillary, please, get off your penny arcade pony and just admit it. Obama is the better man.

Sorry Bill. But...you know.

gb

wed. doors open at 5 at the Van Andel arena. no bags allowed (really) so get on down, get on down the road.

should I tell greggles about the fly in his mojito....oh, oh nooooo.

garage sale at my house today
bring a hot dog or your favorite meat or meatless meat-like meat and grill it on my grill. bring your hot girlfriend or your even hotter boyfriend. bring $5, that should get you one of my famous erotic massages and a palm reading to boot. or just stop by and tell a joke while sloshing down your meat with a tasty adult beverage. mmmmm.

1345 pinegrove nw
grand rapids

and, oh, yes, the road to our house is now sort of, oh, missing. good luck with that.

join our 4 Andy Warhols this Sunday afternoon.

2 p.m.

GRAM

Evidently AUDI shot a national commercial outside GRAM last week.

interesting.

please join us.

Sunday Brunch. Lunch to follow. Relax. Enjoy. Consider a membership.

I'm a member. One of my better choices.

Amazing, the flap over Rev. Wright's comments. Many Americans actually agree with the core message of Rev. Wright's sentiment. America has done wrong. And given the irony that we sing "God Bless America", when the actions of America's leadership is reviewed in the light of Biblical morals, one could come to no other conclusion other than that a God who condemns corruption, murder, vengeance, greed and lust could offer no verdict on this country other than judgment. "God Damn America." A celebration of First Amendment rights, an opinion that resonates with many Americans. So what? And if his opinion is that attacks on his sentiments can be interpreted as an attack on African American Churches, then so be it. Embracing that which we do not understand but that which may offer a clearer view...isn't that a truly American method of becoming? Perhaps, I am wrong.

I was amazed today when my son, Matthew, age 10 waltzed into the kitchen with two recorders playing harmony out of one and melody out of the other. The song, Amazing Grace. Perfect timing, not one note missed. Wow.

I had just about the best time ever last night and I didn't realize it until it was done and over. Went to the Wealthy Experience. Some nice blues. Old cartoons. My kid banged the hell out of a clapper for the first time.

But wait, there's more....

Got into a little discussion with some GR's finest. Seems the old 10 Bells is going to be turned into a Fraternal Order of the Police something or other. And they were just bellyaching a bits about it. Why? Well, and I loved the motions they made with their hands. They described cops driving home drunk and how awkward that might be.

Hmm.

So, without missing a beat, I launched into a little discussion of what I do for a living. www.savalifetour.com A little alcohol awareness program that just so happens to be all over the U.S.of A. High Schools. Universities. Military Bases. They just looked at me with jaws gaping. Then I launched into the effect of even one beer on a driver, our quarter million dollar simulator, student testimonies. They were horrified. That's right, that means you Po Po, even you. It was a beautiful moment to say the least.

I told them I lived right around the corner and then said, "maybe we'll bump into one another again." They looked like they was just a gonna crap their drawers.

And it really didn't hit me until I walked away.

SNAP

Thanks to everyone who helped out with the show. GRAM is quite pleased and eager for more. I was particularly impressed that Josh sustained a mild concussion and still went on to finish the final scene.

gb