From 1955′s ‘Nagin’
The music is by Hemant Kumar
L’Estate Di Laura – 1976
I recently worked on recording some music that has been released on cassette by Static Reason Records – you can listen to it here. These are not pop songs! I have some of these tapes, so send me an email if you want to buy one. They cost $4. I have to figure out the shipping, but it shouldn’t be more than a couple dollars.
Happy Summer Solstice
BoW alumni Joseph Tepperman and David Dominique have collaborated on a new play about famed astronaut Lisa Nowak. You can read about it here. Joe wrote it, and David composed the music. We saw it last weekend, and really enjoyed ourselves. The last two performances are tonight and tomorrow afternoon. Go see it.
Hi Everyone –
Pictured above is the ‘Open Rhythms’ 12″ recently put out by Manchester’s Aficionado Records. Bodies of Water’s version is on one side, and Paul “Mudd” Murphy’s remix is on the other (listen here).
If you’d like to buy one of these from us, let me know (mail at bodiesofwater dot net) and I will email you a paypal invoice. They cost $10, shipping varies depending on where you live (I think it’s around $4 in the USA, and around $11-$13 in other countries). We only have a few of these records (and according to Aficionado they are sold out elsewhere) so if you’d like to acquire one, let me know soon before they are GONE.
Before David Ricardo stabbed his daddy
sixteen times with a fork — Once
for every year of my fuckwad life — he’d long
showed signs of being bent.
In school, he got no valentine nor birthday
cake embellished with his name.
On Halloween, a towel tied around his neck
was all he had to be a hero with.
He spat in the punchbowl and smelled like a foot.
His forehead was a ledge
he leered beneath. When I was sent to tutor him
in geometry, so he might leave
(at last) ninth grade, he sat running pencil lead
beneath his nails.
If radiance shone from those mudhole eyes,
I missed it. Thanks, David
for your fine slang. You called my postulates
post holes ; your mom endured
ferocious of the liver . Plus you ignored —
when I saw you wave at lunch —
my flinch. Maybe by now you’re ectoplasm,
or the zillionth winner of the Texas
death penalty sweepstakes. Or you occupy
a locked room with a small
round window held fast by rivets, through which
you are watched. But I hope
some organism drew your care — orchid
or cockroach even, some inmate
in a wheelchair whose steak you had to cut
since he lacked hands.
In this way, the unbudgeable stone
that plugged the tomb hole
in your chest could roll back, and in your sad
slit eyes could blaze
that star adored by its maker.
- Mary Karr
Here’s a brief feature on cracklefeedback in which David discusses a few of his favorite records.