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About Me

Originating from my high school notebook, comes several earnest, much impassioned compositions/rhymes/footwork. In essence, I hope that this blog/journal will become a subsequent measure to my discussions with friends and/or the ears tuning in from NYC cafe open-mics.I gladly accept responses, and anticipate voluntary creations of all kind.Left-wingers, misfits, gay men, riot dykes, radical reformists, painters, musicians, rebels, peace demonstrators, protesters, skaters, & stoners need apply.My first set of music to be immortalized on CD, was recorded in my sister's bedroom on a laptop, using a lo-fi reciever.Thanks be to Anthony Puntiel for getting it done. For understanding I am in the poorhouse.It should be called 'The Cold & Congestion Sessions,' because that was my condition during the make, which took several arduous hours.I'm happy to report that I now have two completed, homemade zines of my most recent works of poetry 2003-2004. The first is a collection of every poem from the year 2003 called 'Pocket Full of Posies.' The second, a batch of 2004 prose, with a blend of oldies entitled 'After What Kills.'They both have bristling bits of love, politics, rhyme, and heart-searching.The unrefined collections are available wherever Barnacle Bill decides it's a grandstand opportunity, and where open-mics haven't got their guest lists rigged.These works and others made possible by Saved-A-Wretch Creations.Barnacle Bill @ Avalon 1/22/06 (all rights claimed and taken.)

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Member Since: 12/2/2005
Band Website: 20six.co.uk/barnaclebill
Band Members: Ces't Moi
Influences: Ma Rainey, Memphis Minnie, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Janis Joplin, Big Mama Thorton, Bessie Smith, Irma Thomas, Pheobe Snow, Beth Hart, Susan Tedeschi, Joan Osborne, Etta James, Bonnie Raitt, Mahalia Jackson....
Sounds Like: Lauryn Hill unplugged meets Jeff Buckley
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Record Label: Saved-A-Wretch Creations
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Make My Bed With You

A ruby nimbus bled from you infrared Beset with a low pitch And I felt its Doppler shift So now I want to fill my head with you I want to break bread Then ingest with you After that, make my b...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 05:01:00 PST

Skip Distance

I want to skip distance I've got wanderlust Can't be a homebody I've got hotfoot to hop on a bus I need a change of location I've got no stay-at-home plants There's nothing to look after Next i...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Sat, 02 Aug 2008 12:25:00 PST

Marking Twain (for my starlight)

This poem is for Ben, I wrote it many, many years back For all the ferries that have made there way diligently Across a wave-tossed Mississippi river delta I would never have changed my name A...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 02:39:00 PST

Passing Notes (for my cousin Liz)

Do you remember the note you fastened to my window with a gumdrop or piece of nougat?It was an unsocial Halloween night for me, tame as granny taffy apples No ghoulish rumpus, no larking antics...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 03:07:00 PST

Silent Conspiracies

Same men who turn at me with alopecia headsSame men with trunk navels that belly flop in bedSame men from the chapterhouse of subjugatesSame men under whose gorilla suits are pantywaists They...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 03:41:00 PST

Catchwords

This is to Schapelle Corby serving 20 years in Indonesia For the crimes of Sydney airport personnelThis I offer Jeffrey Eugenides and the telling of morphology While most intersex are quelledI give ...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 09:51:00 PST

Lizs Elegy

I am commiserating For you and your nuclear Awaiting heartsease That in our own continuance There are no guarantees Hereafter though I know Liz will be at peace See l...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:03:00 PST

Not WhileThe Lights Are Out

I am filled with concupiscence So hold my scepter Let's ride to the dude ranch And make campmate gestures You might be tightlipped Not to tell else that we kissed But please don't be closemout...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 07:49:00 PST

Estelle Getty (July 25, 1923 July 22, 2008)

This is how a syndicated sitcom saved my life: In high school, I was the boy who clambered through the rope course, the gawky one with emasculate qualities. I had acne the size of areolas and had very...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 12:36:00 PST

I smoke lots of weed and flue

My prana is inspired By lots of marijuana My chi is aural mystique Highlighting my naked body Seven chakras and a mantra For my Zen gymnosophy I smoke lots of weed and flue And from the atmospherics...
Posted by Barnacle Bill Music on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:55:00 PST