King Crimson

One of the top ten live shows* I've seen was King Crimson at the House of Blues in New Orleans in the 90's.  A bunch of the live recordings on the Thrak Attack double album (on their tour after the release of B'Boom) are from that show.  They were amazing the night before, technically amazing, a dazzling set.  But the next night they'd spent the night and all day in New Orleans.  I'm sure they were treated to the amazing food, friendliness, and a spat of beautiful weather, wandering around the French Quarter, looking at the Mississippi.  They were smiling and several times grinning at each other.  They changed up the set, dropped a couple of songs and added more.  The solos were longer, the improvisation more complex and seemingly joyful.  Enjoy.

*I refuse to rank my favorite shows.  They happened in different years and radically different venues, but are live experiences dear to my heart.

New Music Coming Soon

The IFPR studios have been very quiet for a while.  Between technical difficulties with the studio and Alan Evil performing with the band Lotus Blake not much has been coming out.  Alan has recently started an ambient project which should be out before Xmas and there will be a new album of songs in the new year.  Happy holidays from the Institute!

Test

Is this thing on?

Yeah, so it's been a while.  How've you been?  Are you seeing anyone?  No.  Well...


Anyway, I'm going to fill in the gaps eventually, I hope.  But in the meantime how about some pictures and links?  Yay!

A A Religion of Peace

Dream It Was Crazy (revisited 2013)

here

Dream? It Was Crazy - 2013

Some new-ish music.

A Poem

When I Walk

When I walk I pick up little objects

Rusted washers, old square nails, metal parts

that have been run over so many times

they have become a shape

bullets, an odd piece of wood,

pretty rocks

I used to bring my grandma a pretty rock from each

of my travels

Stripey granite from the Rockies

Stripey granite from the Alps

Fossils and quartz found near

Black flint and red sandstone found afar

Collected with the othering offerings

Brought by everyone and herself

And then, without her curating

The collection dwindled and dispersed

In the alleys I find the rusted things

Skins shaped by the traveled open ground

I had someone to bring them to

Offer them from my pocket every morning as I returned

Now they collect here

Unappreciated

But by me

Waiting to be dispersed.

Day of the Dead Art 6,7, and 8.