Manic Beatnik Riffing

criteria anyone?

” lil’ artist statement”

As an artist and musician, I want an audience. The trap being that I want attention without getting caught in the snares of prestige and greed. My self-worth is no longer contingent on the quality or popularity of my work.


I am preaching to people who do not like being used as a mirror, my self-portrait that I refuse to look directly into the eyes and smile. It seems that I would rather take of my spectacles so I might look like a Monet.

” on resentments”

I was living life, going along, all well and good. Feeling justified, I decided to concoct a drink that I felt entitled too, and named it “Hatred.” I thought perhaps if I derange and bombard my senses with it, I would create wonderful works of creativity in a glorious, romantic, stupor. The reality was that the poison potion could not alleviate, or could be the root cause to a lot of my troubles. No matter how strong I made it, or how []

on the subject of Mental Illness

Hey I know everyone is finally talking about the subject of Mental Illness right now as a result of Robin William’s suicide. I want to tell everyone in advance that what I am about to say is railing against the media institutions. For years now, I have watched the news, over and over again say a DERANGED MENTALLY ILL GUNMAN KILLS so and so over and over, increasing the stigma patients feel to levels that I would say raise the SHUNNING of []

a couple of words on the fool’s moon tune

Hey guys! I would like feedback, attention, whatever on the last posts here. This “fool’s moon” project started 14 years ago. This song came out spontaneously from me in the spring of 2000, came right out of the ether. I laid it down and mixed it to 4 tracks. Then , when I realized its personal meaning to me, I promptly tried to obliterate my mind in a haze. It worked. About 12 years later, I digitally remastered it. I have had []


” I would never join an organization that would have me as a member.” – GROUCHO MARX ” I am no longer concerned or worry about pain anymore, because I am certain it will not last much longer.” – an 84 YEAR OLD GENTLEMAN

” What has Value?”

People wearing masks, playing roles, hiding themselves from what is underneath, the beauty and horror. Hiding the bottle, afraid to feel and be seen…caring.

” Looking Back”

Driving, Hitting the accelerator, 90 Miles per Hour. Looking directly out the back window, Seeing where I have been, With no idea where I am, OR Even Expecting the Impending COLLISION.

” Proud to be your Son”

I stand still when I should run. I ran when I should have stood still. I scream when I should be silent. You watched helplessly as any father would, crying when you should be laughing, as I finally became a man Who is proud to be your son.