meatyard

A recent resurgence of the photography field in my life has led me to seek out some personally undiscovered talent. This man, Ralph Eugene Meatyard, feeds my optical pleasure receptors and has me begging for more. Such simple settings, but so much god damn expression in each photo. If you like the photo I've posted of his, and if the adjectives blurry, masked, and black & white trigger any amount of excitement in your brain, then I suggest seeking out the rest of his works.

one-way

They've made contact
again
and as long as it exists
All we have is time.

about time to release
the hell hounds

crack the whip
to stop my twitching eyes
focus
for a minute
and see the fucked up face
that is the road.
Drive into the mouth
avoid the tounge

I'll be seeing you
quicker than a snake
catches its meal
slyer than any time I've become
one bottle richer
harder than the fall from up here
all the tiny specs
turn into trees
and I am at your door
dripping and
drunk on miles
let me in, dear

avant-jazz

This album absolutely blows my mind, and not a lot of music has been doing that to me lately. Especially the last song "One Day I Just Kept On Walking" with it's 3-chords, accompaniment by a simple drum pattern at the 8 minute mark and then FINALLY a chord change a minute later. Sounds bleak, but have you seen Dead Man by Jim Jarmusch or El Topo by Alejandro Jodorowski? Those movies' soundtracks are pretty much as simple as this track, but still manage to create an unbearably dramatic and tense soundscape. If you do not agree... we have as much in common as the emotion fear does with a BEER CAN! Thank you for your time.

"At this piece near it's climax, Brovold's guitar starts to sound like Link Wray in the throes of a nervous breakdown... and demands the listeners total attention."

well said.