"been running all day to find a CLEAR SPOT!"..
when boy,your beats drew me to move
in ways art could not touch.Trout Mask Replica.Zappa.
Clear Spot.played over and over like Astral Weeks.
it was the heat of your intensities warmed most-
radio rarely played you were a secret for the weird
Artist always-you turned to abstract expressionism when
80s music turned disco/retro(you were always ahead of the pack-
steaming rock rotten beats swamp deep and raw wound words poetry
drew me out like a snake bite.Bandaged my world-to know
others pulsed serpentine among reptilians.It took years
for you to age-your music stayed fresh meat for new young wolves to prey upon
Now visually you have high price tags-back Zen you saved our lives
by Tom Waits for no man intensities/Wolf Man Jack growling
Kerouac poetry and adrenaline passion.Replay they will-
your glory days are ever and on.We miss you -only have your art /songs..
"The stars are matter.We are matter.But it doesn't matter"(Captain Beefheart)
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