This being what it is, tinny-tiny cubicleprisonspeakers probably won't do it the justice it deserves, but, not to seem like i'm being didactic, be where you be, and you will get the idea or it may not resonate:
"Your Dissappearin' act, well, that's an old standby..."
...and so is the title and above quote; borrowing words from an American Music Club song title hopefully does not diminish the "meaning" and import of them, as they are meant in a self-referential way.
Relying on other's words, admittedly, serves as a bit of a prophylactic, so to say... but may they serve that purpose, for now at least, as I find no affinity, at present (if ever anymore) for the gift (read: illusion) of original thought and more particularly it's conveyance.
However feebly, half-heartedly and ham-fisted-ly I attempt to force fit the borrowed words, the perhaps out of context, often ambiguous metaphor here, the coyness, real, feigned or even imagined there, the cliches, the over-riding lack of structure throughout (and not to forget the ambivalence masquerading as a ruse or visa versa) I am sure as I can be, dear reader, you will not be able to help taking all of this as you please, including and perhaps especially this admission, in spite of, or even despite, all the might of a forced empathy.
(3 parts Okkervil River & 1 part Lil' Cap'N Travis, 100% satisfaction Guaranteed.)~from myspaccccce
"This is a video created from footage (scott brackett??) animated at home as well as some that was done by atendees at an art fundraiser on Friday April 9th 2010.
guest animators include:
Kevin Cox (the arrows) Martin (The Snake/ egg) Scott Hornberger ( the Triangle becomes Tron chase) Hanna (frown to smile) Erin Berkenkamp (time elapsed flowers) Celia (The spinning circle.
Music also written and performed by Scott Brackett."
Earlier Jason made reference to his later 1950's "Alamo Fiesta" guitar made in San Antonio, which is 90 minutes by car from Austin, saying it was coming home.
Here he looks down, chuckles and smiles after I crack wise, telling him, as he struggles with the out of tune antique, to "Bring it home to San Antone."
confetti by evan dando He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've The story's getting closer to the end He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've He'd rather be alone than pretend She just wanted him to love her but he didn't He took to the woods and wandered in it Walked along and on until they couldn't Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't Walked along and on 'til his legs couldn't Stole her voice to tell her that he wouldn't
Directed by Conrad Rooks Written by Conrad Rooks Starring Conrad Rooks Jean-Louis Barrault William S. Burroughs Swami Satchidananda Allen Ginsberg Moondog Ravi Shankar Ornette Coleman Paula Pritchett The Fugs Music by Ravi Shankar Philip Glass Release date(s) November 5, 1967 (USA) Running time 82 mins Country USA Language English
“I shall not today attempt further to define [obscenity]; and perhaps I could never succeed in intelligibly doing so. But I know it when I see it….” Justice Potter Stewart
Bleu -Theres No Such Thing As Love
Talk Hard! (yet, your shit removed upon request).
pump it up
you know you can use it!
as my cheerio's bionic woman stickers used to say: