Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the long haul
the measure
that your still
in it in the end
livin
lovin
laughin
in the mornin

the rain today
jamming the roof
thousands of rhythms
all at once
just try pickin a single thread
out of that
i tried but nada
each raindrop
makes its sound
i spread my arms open
in response -

rain held off
festival went off
im feeling a
bit off
should i turn
the AC off
off with their heads
ugh, dont know
where that fits in
feel like a movie
night, something italian
and of course some
jam!

new routes already cracked
new gosthly neighborhoods
with some narco-mafia misterious ones included
no vaccinne for social & individual asedia
ok, I guess it was enough for the tourist guide...!

Dino´s spirit maybe can guide us onto italian films again
hoo knows?
(spaghettis alla Fellini eager to be boiled!)

Dino and Fellini
i will always
think of one
when i think
of the other
Sophia
Marcello
the colosseum
Sparticus
Roma
spaghetti
the greek isles
medittereanean blue
bazouki music
Zorba
all these conjure up
visions of Dino

time for spectacular
winter´s goodbye
rainy & cold streeted´s night
led to Rome

(meanwhile Marcello shouts: "To Moscow!, To Moscow!"
olive commedia of a working man
chewed with memories)

hey, we live in a capitalist world
what´s the problema?
forget dilemmas & welcome paradoxes!
(both martinis & vodkas are available...! )

Am I there yet? I forget.
Mongolia? Moscow? Rome?
If writing could take me there, I'd go,
but it looks like I'm staying at home.
I can't find the words to equal a trip.
I want to be cool. I'd love to be hip.
But traveling is out, it seems like to me.
Just how can I fly to the Mediterranean sea?
I can't even afford to a trip to the store.
Should I write less? Should I write more?
And I don't hear anybody knocking at the door.
I'm going nowhere fast. What a gas!
And no one's coming here. That's quite clear.
Oh well, I'll travel vicariously
so thanks for making room for me.

stiamo tutti bene, Doreen...!
eggplants & potatoes already in the oven
(we can add that to the spaghettis)

mi belly full
cappicola n mozzerella
on a baguette
blanco gatorade
no liquer dis noche
con hombre alambre
tute bene
watchin secret of santa vittorio
anthony quinn n anna maganini
no fellini or antionini
no marcello or sophia
plenty of vino being saved
from the nazis
fun picture
no need to travel
theres no place like home
sweet home virginny
or maryland, argentina too
all the comforts
grass not always greener
on the midnight run
this dream jam been mucho fun
as we slide to the other side
of the stroke of 12am.
the pumpkin coach awaits
think highly of yer place
could be your saving grace
chow!

Are we there yet?
Sittin' here lisnin' to the
sounds of "Sinsemilla" dub,
Black Uhuru, cranked up, the
late summer blowing through
an open door, it's warm . . .

And shit, I didn't even know
there was a dub version, and
there is no tougher bass line,
and Michael Rose fades in
and out, and oh how I missed
this jam, hadn't played it
in forever, this jam..

Rule of thumb. Don't be dumb like me.
Never put dressing on your salad without
tasting it first, because even when you stress
NO FAT FREE! they still serve it up
in one of those plastic cups that come with
a home delivery order. Listening is truly an art,
and possibly a dying art, as well. Aw, hell,
the salad was Greek so at least the feta cheese
saved it plus the stuffed grape leaves
and artichoke hearts, yum! But boy was I dumb
not to taste the dressing first. Taste buds are screaming
"arghhhhhhh! that's some of that fake sugar junk!"
But it's OK, gonna put on some jazz and funk
and add some cool, natural water to my tongue!

Lemme tell ya,
tonight you are as young
as you will ever be, please believe me
when I tell you that. And bless-ed be the fat
in creamy dressing. Bless-ed be the greens,
bless-ed be the feta cheese, and bless-ed be you
and bless-ed be me! Let's do a belly dance to set
us all free! Just a suggestion.

But I have one question.
Does the jam end TONIGHT at midnight or tomorrow night at midnight?
Enlighten me, please.

(I'll save ya some black olives and feta cheese)

we're havin us
a soul shakedown party
listening to Bob remixed
earlier tonight
some rubba dub too
fueled by gatorade
no herbal infusions
these daze

this jams over tonight
but there's a place on your site
where jam is perpetual
all u gotta do is hit ~GO!

Sounds like you're having fun!
When you're done, can I have some?
*grin*

Hey, I may not be awake at midnight to file this away
so if it goes on until tomorrow, there's not much I can say
but keep GOing for it right here!

This girl needs beauty sleep, Lord knows.
Trying to get gorgeous. Soooo GOes
it!

Mark, you the marathon man of jam!

I bow in your direction . . . oh shit,
I just put on Iggy and the Stooges,
and I hope they don't break what's
left of my stereo . . .

Kinda loud ..