Culture
- Written by: Christopher Barnet
- Category: Culture
Asked here in an interview about my relation with poetry of the English language. i replied very quickly, none.
Not now, or of my time or even of the last century. Dylan Thomas & Hart Crane, Ed Dorn but very little else & these three are very singular poets other than that William Blake but he is beyond language, any language, dead or living. Milton i love for his fanaticism
- Written by: Christopher Barnet
- Category: Culture
Foot of pyrenees
weeping
- Written by: Curtis W. Long
- Category: Culture
Still in venue-change mood at Stacey’s Piano Bar in Palm Springs, Tommy Dodson sings and plays the title song from our first original stage musical, “Playing the Game.” (See link below)
Although we still stand by the great variety and competitive quality of the music, dialog and lyrics of Playing the Game, subsequently it dawned upon us that that first venture had been a bit too ambitious with regard to the size of the work. Currently, we are inviting producers of any stripe to tackle the staging of this musical.
- Written by: Curtis W. Long
- Category: Culture
Now ensconced at the grand, see-through piano at Stacy’s Piano Bar in Palm Springs, CA, Tommy Dodson sings, “We’re Still Together”. (Link below)
More than 20 years ago, the song now known as, “We’re Still Together” was a melody without words, which Tommy Dodson already had composed at the time we were on the verge of beginning our collaboration to write original stage musicals Tommy was living in Los Angeles and performing in San Diego, where I resided and still reside. I was completely unaware of that melody. One day, Tommy faxed me the musical notation of that song, and asked if I could come up with a lyric for it.
- Written by: Christopher Barnet
- Category: Culture
hour
into
hour
gun
goes
off/in
fissures
telencephalon
telling
ly
circuit
constant
danger
toil
task
toll
inevitable
immolation
sister-of-mine
brother-of-mine
in horse's hours
gaze
beyond
look
back
to
birch
horizon
felled
draw
fingers
across
so slowly
clasp one
another
before
entering
bell
change
course
in time
you can
steal
stand
in ring
hide from heat
before
bullet
jounces
cerebral aqueduct
to aqueduct
in
every
body
tigris
euphrates
woe's
world
fog
gathers
silhouette
after silhouette
walking from trees
to traces
sweat stains
soil
so you should
follow
never know
how long
it will
last
ring requiem
bell beloved
letter
rain left
told
everything
you needed
to now
or at
least
that
what
you
sang
to
scorpions
on bank
of rivers
you
brushed bullets
cleaned
cylinders
gazing
from grotto
felt
no
fear
at
all
bull born
within wheel
only
matter
menaces
only matter
menaces
caïn
come
close to caldera
chant
skyless
song
send
silhouettes
hole in throat
to river
bed
- Written by: Curtis W. Long
- Category: Culture
In a bittersweet departure, Tommy Dodson, as bawdy house blues baron Spats Dollar, bids us adieu with a fond toodle-oo.
As a matter of fact, “Toodle-oo” (Link below) is the title of the song we last hear in this saga about a struggle between the pitchfork and the halo. Church musician Thad Johnson is the other personality half of this split holy/unholy duo.
- Written by: Curtis W. Long
- Category: Culture
Judi Dench and Ali Fazal harmonize superbly well in this cinematic correction of an almost obliterated, salient fact in the life of a racially and culturally –open, earthy queen whom sphincter-clenched historians have attempted to keep in a time-antiseptic closet. They have failed miserably.
- Written by: Curtis W. Long
- Category: Culture
Tommy Dodson, in the persona of his dual characters “Fats Dollar/Thad Johnson,” continues the story of, “Blues, Booze and Attitude.”
After a rollicking night at Ma Danner’s bawdy house as the ivory-tickling singer Spats, Thad is at home, preparing to do alternate duty as the church’s musical director.
