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The Painted Bird

About Me

"Joe McDougall has a special talent for arranging letters into words which he then forms into sentences. He stacks the sentences on top of each other to create the kind of poem that makes you ask for photo i.d. to validate that he is really only sixteen. He loves C.R. Avery, hates Dane Cook and is not quite sure what he thinks about you yet."-Kristy Westendorp

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 10/04/2007
Band Members: Joe McDougall - The Painted Bird
Influences: Wisdom, literature, great minds, love, humanity, the little spots in the world without footprints, forests, snow, jazz, the dharma bums, art, smiles, blurred streetlights outside of wet car windows, truth, beautiful lies, single souls, blues, black coffee, the graceful silhouettes of birds on a gray sky, sexual tension, success, sympathy, the Vairocana, dreamscapes, film, self-expression and those who were tortured by it, ink, equality, skin, philosophy, those who dance blindly, mystical satori, those who don't try to be feared, misunderstandings, "the makers of cigarette filters for thinking men, the Beat and the Sloppy and the Petulant, the chosen cultists, all the lofty experts who know so well what we should and shouldn't do with our poor little sex organs, all the beardes, proud, unlettered young men and unskilled guitarists and Zen-killers and in-corporated aesthetic Teddy boys who looks down their thoroughly unenlightened noses at this splendid planet where Kilroy, Christ, and Shakespeare all stopped"(-J.D. Salinger), the Shakyamuni, forgetfulness, weathered hands, family, children's books, Robert Louis Stevenson's verse, knomes, small sailboats on the horizon, water (from the dark clouds to the mountains to the rivers, and into the oceans), the treeline from the tops of great mountains, the tales of hobos and travelers.
Sounds Like: An old house with an open window.
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

a table with three legs

Your mother loses a hair, then two,and four and five. Thenall she wants is to drink the raindirectly from the clouds. She will hear some sad songs, she’ll stumbleover her own footsteps and broke...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 10:05:00 GMT

Doing something productive while still not getting off my bum.

So, I’ve decided I’m going to start posting poems when I write them.I can’t record anything new until my friend Simon let’s me use his recording gear, and that could be a while...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 10:00:00 GMT