--Peas and Beans-- i think of synthesiser bands as frozen foods. i like vegetables and fruit... but in the frozen foods section you can buy Pea Blocks and Bean Bags and whole dinners that are s'posed to be gourmet....and the microwave oven proves that you are in control of modern technology... and not the other way around... NOT that one could question that... a band without the state-of-the-art video doesn't stand a chance. most bands can't afford to compete with the women in FLEETWOOD mac...they did that great video with the bread line and studio rain and maxfield parrish-like scenery and the fairy dust and the stock selling movie footage i saw on another video that day... i went to a new romantic disco dance...and everyone was really dressed up and it reminded me of those gay discos in tampa (when i was a teenager..) but i started to look at their hairdos...and their hair began to look like little pet dogs dressed up in outfits that you see being walked on leashes...like a scotty dog in a kilt and a tam-o'-shanter or a poodle in a sweater and a headband. and there they all were- dancing to that synthesiser music with toy dogs on their heads... there is an effect that is always put on the snare drum or it's replacement and it sounds the same on every song and its very easy to dance to...once you get the hang of balancing the dog......i guess that's why they call it "putting on the dog". well i guess im obsolete now...snapping my green beans at the sink. human touches should be seen and not heard. there is nothing as beautiful as the touch of the hand...on the right button... and if you sing with too much feeling the sweat starts to show under your arms and then the audience would see it. and the dogs might start barking and jump down and start pissing on the dance floor and it might start to smell in the nightclub. and the girls swear at their boyfriends without sophistication and they turn into Lana Turner's daughter - flailing arms on the guys and they're tryin' to remember how to hit someone...and the videos are still running..rustling the hair of the androgynous boy singer. he parts his lips and his eyes go skyward in search of the right look i mean girl... and the melee continues...frozen food in every direction. chunks of beef stroganoff fly like a blanket of snow balls and the gourmet items are mostly hitting the band. and the band is just on the screen anyway 'cause it wasn't in person. and the same video came 'round again. and it was Black Flag... a Black Flag video accidentally played by an ignorant employee while the VJ took a piss WELL!! at least it wasn't one of their own... and THAT'S the last time *I* ever go to a violent new romantic dance. ---------------------------------------------- exene cervenka ---------------- he carved his initials in her uterus he used her broken hand for an ashtray he picks the green ones or he'll get down on his knees to gather girls from the ground under the cocktail trees they come together to flirt and to tease in the dimly lit shade under the cocktail trees ---------------------------------------------- exene cervenka ------------------ she has a big mind...built for extended thought...but her arms are a mess- discolored by fame...you know how that rots one's judgement...she has a big mind...and, of course, the piano always helps... we met once...not for lunch- just to walk...and she brought a picture along.. it wasn't a painting or a picture of a saint...it was a drawing of a barmaid... in blue ball point pen, on a cocktail napkin...and she said- who's to say this isn't me...? well, vision and circumstance...and the idea that nothing matters... that's an artist... and then there's loneliness... when you're walking along and the outside floats by- shamrocks and fruit stands, bank clocks and garbage cans...that all look so ugly...yet pretty at the same time...and the barmaids understand this... even if they're famous... i can picture her playing piano...i can picture her voice on the radio... famous barmaid, i hear ya' singing...pour me a famous song...i could listen to your singing all night long... ---------------------------------------------- exene cervenka ----------------- she believes in plagues she believes in a god that's all thumbs she believes the meek shall inherit the earth but by then it wont be worth much ---------------------------------------------- exene cervenka ----------------