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Armen Ra and Bora Yoon This Friday!!

See you there! Armen’s back in town and his theremin is about to sing. Join me and a host of other old friends and music lovers at The Church of the Ascension )(5th Avenue at 10th St.)  this Friday night for a unique musical experience as we welcome our NYC ex-pat and often missed nightlife legend to the stage. Stage? Alter?  – you can bet it will be a holy evening.

Click the pics for tix!!!!

Grease.

Yes, grease. This grease was photographed with care by yours truly and is the personal grease of Amy Sedaris circa seven years ago-ish. From: “I Like You” by Amy Sedaris. I would guess it’s mostly bacon, there could be some ham or even chicken in it, but I’d say it’s mostly B.G. Grease. It’s not always the word…the word that you heard…that you heard…it ( doesn’t always) got groove…(nor does) it got meaning. Greece. Never been there, but I’d love to go.  Gris. That’s French gray…(eyebrow up.)

Somos Novios – The Three Degrees

I’m dead. This Latin drama (coming first from Mexico and here by way of Philadelphia) vibrating through the angelic trinity known to us as, “The Three Degrees” equates, for me, a lethal overdose of a soul sonic sound drug. (But, “It’s Impossible,” you say. Correct. Yes it is to most…but for a moment, in a recordng studio in 1975, on an album titled, “International” that would soon be released by Philadelphia International Records, it was a new hybrid sound we’ll call simply, Spanish Philly Soul.)  There’s just no other way to put it… and no video. You’ll have to see it in your own minds, my readers.

Now, listen. Listen at your own risk but rest assured because it’s merely a temporary death. You’ll be back to life, listening to Sia and The Weekend in about four minutes.

We’re Lovers

we’re lovers
as we both feel a mutual & profound love
and with that, we have already won the biggest prize (prize not included in text, however, in English, cannot simply say biggest)
of this world
we make love (love each other), we kiss
as lovers
we desire each other & sometimes even without a reason
& without cause, we fight (get angry)
we’re lovers
we nurture an innocent and pure love
as everyone does
we wait for night time (lit.: we seek for the darkest moment, but in English we don’t express it this way)
to talk to each other
to give each other the sweetest kiss
to remember the colour of the cherries
without words, we’re lovers