Light years before Blue Man Group, using relatively primitive tech not much more elaborate than early 80's video arcade programming (and an overhead projector in her live shows), Laurie Anderson took it to the wall and out of the ballpark. Click here for the lyrics so you can follow along at home.
There's still ghost posts out there from the original online journal from the Arcturus Mission.
The top banner (and other jpegs) didn't survive, but click hereand then scroll down a bit.
June 24, 2017
In these warmer months, how do you feed the outside cats without creating an ant infestation? Ants hate bay leaves. Tape a 'crown' of them on the snap-on lid of your resealable container. While outside, place the container on its own bay leaf festooned lid. Not an ant in sight. When you bring in food at night (to prevent raccoon invasion), the lid snaps back on to repel any inside cooties. Yes, I am the Jane Goodall of the cats :)
June 21, 2017
June 18, 2017
Another piece from circa 1998 transcribed to the InterGoogleWeb...
Be Our Guest
by DJ Hazard
(Maybe it was happening in 1998. Maybe it's happening now.)
One of my favorite writing teachers, Julie Thacker, would use various methods to stir up the creative potential in her class. There were long term, short term and extremely short term assignments. She would sometimes pass out prints of classic paintings and give us fifteen minutes to absorb our impression and translate it into a very short story. I was lucky to get this work by Magritte.
Back in 'the day', composing partner and bandmate John Borus and I wrote a version of her 'Look What They've Done To My Song Ma'.
It might have actually been one of the numbers we had the balls to play at a wedding at the VFW.
Years later, I was playing a cool little joint out on Cape Cod. Melanie was booked the following night but I couldn't stay. I wrote out the lyric along with a note and asked the manager to give it to her.
I don't know if it ever got to her or if she ever played it.
May 31, 2017
Hey, Kathy Griffin:
May 28, 2017
From the dusty old box of crumbling typewritten pages to the digital landscape...