Hanging with Slam Poets

We met on this stage.  This is Marc Alexandre, a rather passionate and visionary slam poet from Cameroon.  I met him in Bordeaux this past November and I’ll be accompanying him this February in Manhattan and Pennsylvania (Feb 15-18).

Both shows are colleges and open to the public, More information will be on the Shows page.

Capitaine’s Website

I can’t describe accompanying Marc.  It’s magical stuff.  I will endeavor to “capture” it either via video or audio.

Thursday Feb 16th @ Albertine in NYC Details Here

The Micro-Communities

There are many scenes (especially in the arts).  There’s the large party (the half time show with the Gaga’s and the Mars) and then there’s the rest of the world (which is us -really the 99%).

The Micro-communities of cool people.

Years ago we played the Crossroads Music Series and it was so good in so many ways.  A music series in North Andover who might have guessed?  If you haven’t heard of them till now it’s because we might be drowning in the Super Bowl Ad noise, that’s ok.  Jump on it, this show will sell out.    CROSSROADS

Let’s Burn Everything

We’re all on our way to somewhere
This time I’m looking for the Love Redirection
Starting over isn’t easy
We do it anyway

Searching for the right words at the right time
I trust my hands because they know what to do
They shed light on everything

Let’s burn everything, Let’s burn everything, Let’s burn everything
To the ground then we’ll find our love still standing

I’m going to rise from the ashes
I’ll look the world dead in the eye
We all play a part in the madness if we could only see

Time will burn on it’s own pretty faces they come and go
When you reach the bottom then you’ll know

Let’s burn everything, Let’s burn everything, Let’s burn everything
To the ground then we’ll find our love still standing

Playing in “The Network,” Playing with “The Network”

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My dream was born in a basement….

Me in my own words.
Started out as most suburban kids do, playing a borrowed guitar in my bedroom to B.B. King blues records in my early teens (so little did I know of a future I’d have playing on the same stage with him so many years later), and dragging crappy Peavey amplifiers from one garage to the next learning how to play with others.  Everyone knows a loud drummer when he hears one.  After he’s heard one.

I’d even sing on occasion.

Started this thread (more an invitation to a self made biography) while on a plane to Portugal to start an armed forces tour for troops coming back from middle east conflict in 2008, and it went unfinished.  Why did it go unfinished?

I never did like talking about myself.  Awards, accolades, praise, comments, ahh the parade around the art that I was always somewhat defiant about.  My dream was born in a basement…Continue Reading