Hello and welcome to my blog. Here you will find original poetry, music and songs that I love, videos and a daily feature know as the Babe of the Day. I also do a radio show that I have the most fun doing. So please, take as look around and enjoy yourself. Feel free to leave a comment and thanks much for stopping by. KpH... Email me if you wish - edgycorners24@yahoo.com
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Easy Mellow (A Poem) and a small tribute to Glen Campbell
Just read a report that Glen Campbell has Alzheimer's Disease which is very sad news. I wrote this poem years ago but I think it is a nice tribute to the man. If you don't know the song Wichita Lineman I suggest you search for it...it'll move you to tears...so help me God....tears.
Glen Campbell
in front of
cheesy strings
sings mellow
lines
I drink my
cheap coffee
sitting back
easy
in this chair
listening
Jesus he
was good
so good
before he
commited the sin
of
Rhinestone Cowboy
it stained him
you know
but
damn,
for the past
half hour
I've been
playing
Wichita Lineman
getting a good
depression
on me
like a farmers
tan
I'm happy
but sad
listening
good tunes
can do that
this one is
a long distance
blown kiss
it's good
and I
am as
well
Glen Campbell
in front of
cheesy strings
sings mellow
lines
I drink my
cheap coffee
sitting back
easy
in this chair
listening
Jesus he
was good
so good
before he
commited the sin
of
Rhinestone Cowboy
it stained him
you know
but
damn,
for the past
half hour
I've been
playing
Wichita Lineman
getting a good
depression
on me
like a farmers
tan
I'm happy
but sad
listening
good tunes
can do that
this one is
a long distance
blown kiss
it's good
and I
am as
well
Tom Lehrer (A Poem)
your
bondage pigeons
and
smut crusades
have knocked me out
since
I first
sneaked your
albums
away from my
fathers
collection
and
hid them
among my own
I played them
when the sun went down
in my
pitch black bedroom
(with just the red light from my record player shining)
and
as my parents snored...
I laughed into my pillowcase
with grossly oversized
headphones
perched on my preteen noggin
I'm playing you again
tonight
and I
am
back on
Livingston Street
11 years of age
without
a
real
care in the world
(Now
if only I can find
my
The Outsiders
book
I may shrink
and have this beard
grow inward
back into my
head)
as every fool
played the
Grease soundtrack
I was with you
laughing
growing up
knowing I had a gem
in my pocket
that none of my
peers
had
made me fell....
well
pretty damned special
and
with your
horrible voice
in the background
bouncing off my walls
I
thank
you
tonight
you taught
me a very good lesson
if you want to be
serious
if you want to say
fuck you
do it
with humor
make them laugh
as you apply
your knee
to their groin
*This poem can be found in my book Talk Me Down*
bondage pigeons
and
smut crusades
have knocked me out
since
I first
sneaked your
albums
away from my
fathers
collection
and
hid them
among my own
I played them
when the sun went down
in my
pitch black bedroom
(with just the red light from my record player shining)
and
as my parents snored...
I laughed into my pillowcase
with grossly oversized
headphones
perched on my preteen noggin
I'm playing you again
tonight
and I
am
back on
Livingston Street
11 years of age
without
a
real
care in the world
(Now
if only I can find
my
The Outsiders
book
I may shrink
and have this beard
grow inward
back into my
head)
as every fool
played the
Grease soundtrack
I was with you
laughing
growing up
knowing I had a gem
in my pocket
that none of my
peers
had
made me fell....
well
pretty damned special
and
with your
horrible voice
in the background
bouncing off my walls
I
thank
you
tonight
you taught
me a very good lesson
if you want to be
serious
if you want to say
fuck you
do it
with humor
make them laugh
as you apply
your knee
to their groin
*This poem can be found in my book Talk Me Down*
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Crawling From The Wreckage by Rockpile. Live in 1979. Concert For Kampuchea.
This is Crawling From The Wreckage by Rockpile featuring Nick Lowe and Dave Edmunds. Taken from the album The Concert For The People Of Kampuchea.
I have a question…why is this album not released in box set form or even on a regular CD? It is out of print for some reason. There is only some of the finest bands to ever walk upon a stage here…The Who…The Clash…The Pretenders…Elvis Costello…Rockpile…Robert Plant…Paul McCartney and Wings…Queen…and a supergroup called Rockestra. It is one of the greatest live albums ever and it cannot be found on CD for some reason. I would imagine they would raise some serious money for the cause if they released this concert in a box set featuring the complete sets of each band. Lord knows I would scoop it up in a heartbeat. The Clash alone would make this a must have collection for any serious music fan.
Anyway, that’s what I think. What do you all think? Anyone out there familiar with this epic concert?
Enjoy.
Mimi by David Carroll and His Orchestra
A great tune if you are a lover of fun lounge music and space age pop. So go on and have a listen...you know you want to. And oh...this is from the album Percussion Parisienne.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Radio Show 29
Today's show is a collection of tunes from the 50's to the early 60's that I think you guys will dig. I hesitated doing this show since there are gobs of blogs that specialize in this kind of music but I decided to do it anyhow because this music is simply perfect and awesome and besides, I just went through my fathers old albums and forty fives and uploaded them into my computer. I hope you all will enjoy the music and feel free to leave a comment or email me at edgycorners24@yahoo.com
Thanks for listening and here are the tunes:
**Fifties and Early Sixties**
expresso - guitars unlimited plus seven
the old philosopher - eddie lawrence
smokey joes cafe - buddy holly
blah blah blah - nicola paone
barney google - gig wallace and his orchestra
between the devil and the deep blue sea - los admirodores
how to be very very popular - teresa brewer
daddy o - bonnie lou
turlututu - andre popp
I must be dreamin' - the robins *the coasters
singing the blues - ray conniff singers
june is busting out all over - bob thompson and his orchestra
dim dim the lights - bill haley and his comets
you're so square (baby, I don't care) - buddy holly
nocturnal - esquivel
drink wine, spo-dee-do-dee - stick mcghee
chopsticks - ferrante and teicher
come go with me - the dell vikings
I surrender dear - tony mottola
clink clink, another drink - spike jones
william tell overture - spike jones and his city slickers
*super secret song...a beat bonus*
Thanks for listening and here are the tunes:
**Fifties and Early Sixties**
expresso - guitars unlimited plus seven
the old philosopher - eddie lawrence
smokey joes cafe - buddy holly
blah blah blah - nicola paone
barney google - gig wallace and his orchestra
between the devil and the deep blue sea - los admirodores
how to be very very popular - teresa brewer
daddy o - bonnie lou
turlututu - andre popp
I must be dreamin' - the robins *the coasters
singing the blues - ray conniff singers
june is busting out all over - bob thompson and his orchestra
dim dim the lights - bill haley and his comets
you're so square (baby, I don't care) - buddy holly
nocturnal - esquivel
drink wine, spo-dee-do-dee - stick mcghee
chopsticks - ferrante and teicher
come go with me - the dell vikings
I surrender dear - tony mottola
clink clink, another drink - spike jones
william tell overture - spike jones and his city slickers
*super secret song...a beat bonus*
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Spider Heart
my heart
like a
fly
waiting on
the web
shakes
and
soon
fangs
will bite
and what
now
pulsates
blood
will be empty
scooped out
a vapid
muscle
that really
had no
right
beating
in the
first place
* This poem can be found in my first book Talk Me Down*
like a
fly
waiting on
the web
shakes
and
soon
fangs
will bite
and what
now
pulsates
blood
will be empty
scooped out
a vapid
muscle
that really
had no
right
beating
in the
first place
* This poem can be found in my first book Talk Me Down*
Friday, June 17, 2011
Squeezer by Bob Dougherty
This killer track is taken from the Las Vegas Grind Collection Volume 3 which is compilations of 1960's raw rock and roll...garage rock I suppose you could call it. Good stuff. Random photographs for the hell of it...but beware as some shots may be unsettling and some flesh is shown...so go into it with that in mind.
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
Cynical Girl by Marshall Crenshaw
A great song from his first album...if you dig good old rock and roll and folks like Buddy Holly you'll be sure to dig Marshall Crenshaw. Give him a listen. I don't know if the chicks in this video are cynical but they are certainly fun to look at! Enjoy.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The Coasters...A Tribute to Carl Gardner...RIP
Sad news that Carl Gardner has passed away today. He was one of my favorite vocalists and The Coasters
were easily my favorite band from the 50's. His greatness and coolness will be missed.
Please take the time to listen to these four songs. The first one was recorded by
The Robins and then they became The Coasters.
Songs:
I Must Be Dreamin'
What About Us
Turtle Dovin'
Idol With The Golden Head
Monday, June 13, 2011
Fat Lip (A Poem)
While Buddha
Gave me a
Fat lip
Lao Tzu sat around
Laughing like
A hyena
Pointing his
Finger
In my
Direction
And urging
The fat man
On
It was not
One of my
Better days
I put a steak
On my lip
When I got settled
At home
And threw
On
Sympathy For The Devil
And tried to dance
Around
But
My heart
Was just
Not in it
I was a victim
Of a crime
After all
I wrote in my
Journal
For a stretch
Under the miracle
Of electric light
And
Tried to
Calm down
By
Smoking a pipe
And
Tickling myself
With the feather
Pen
After a while
I was found in
A good mood
And
Forgot all about
My adventures
With the two
Great
Philosophers
I swore no
Revenge and
Even
Polished my
Little statue of
Siddartha
And placed it back
On the top
Of my
Book shelf
All is forgiven
This time around
Next life
Well, we will see
***This poem can be found in my book Dead Hip***
Gave me a
Fat lip
Lao Tzu sat around
Laughing like
A hyena
Pointing his
Finger
In my
Direction
And urging
The fat man
On
It was not
One of my
Better days
I put a steak
On my lip
When I got settled
At home
And threw
On
Sympathy For The Devil
And tried to dance
Around
But
My heart
Was just
Not in it
I was a victim
Of a crime
After all
I wrote in my
Journal
For a stretch
Under the miracle
Of electric light
And
Tried to
Calm down
By
Smoking a pipe
And
Tickling myself
With the feather
Pen
After a while
I was found in
A good mood
And
Forgot all about
My adventures
With the two
Great
Philosophers
I swore no
Revenge and
Even
Polished my
Little statue of
Siddartha
And placed it back
On the top
Of my
Book shelf
All is forgiven
This time around
Next life
Well, we will see
***This poem can be found in my book Dead Hip***
Merry Pox '03 (A Poem)
the blister
red
strand
from bald
dome
to
tiny toe
the devils
flesh
walking
Christmas tree
oatmeal heat
with pinprick
nails
throbbing
throbbing in
cactus
birth
throbbing in
fever
pores
on the bed
with chicken
beaks
and claws
as the snow
falls
and ribbons
are attached
to gifts
I
lay covered
a human fire
put out
with ice pick
left to
smolder
with just
the shingles
still
nailed
to the bone
hanging with
a
death like
grip
smoking
with the
coals
devil red
gouging
deep
into the
nerves
the holiday
toys bark
the ashtray
is full
my son
brings me
coffee
I slide
my glasses
on
as Christmas
fades
***This poem can be found in my book Dead Hip***
red
strand
from bald
dome
to
tiny toe
the devils
flesh
walking
Christmas tree
oatmeal heat
with pinprick
nails
throbbing
throbbing in
cactus
birth
throbbing in
fever
pores
on the bed
with chicken
beaks
and claws
as the snow
falls
and ribbons
are attached
to gifts
I
lay covered
a human fire
put out
with ice pick
left to
smolder
with just
the shingles
still
nailed
to the bone
hanging with
a
death like
grip
smoking
with the
coals
devil red
gouging
deep
into the
nerves
the holiday
toys bark
the ashtray
is full
my son
brings me
coffee
I slide
my glasses
on
as Christmas
fades
***This poem can be found in my book Dead Hip***
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Don't You Ever Dare Call Me Chickenhead by Andy Partridge
This tune is taken from the box set Fuzzy Warbles...an amazing collection of home demos and recordings by Mr. Partridge that is nine volumes long. He is quite the prolific song writer. I've been playing him pretty exclusively here at the homestead and I hope you'll get a kick out of this song and slideshow. Enjoy the British pop master doing his thing.
Strummer (A Poem)
Chamomile sugar honey
creating deep ponds
in my cranium
the English season
takes teacups
in clouded fingers
and wait for the
heat whistle
to
blow
my once clogged ears
now
tilt a whirl
and children
scream with delight
as my heart
races
and goes for
the flower bound ribbon
at the end of
the journey
Protein Shakes
My Ribcage Rolls
My Bones Rattle
(and the ghost of Big Joe Turner
rolls like a tootsie
in his southern grave)
My pet bee
sits like a parrot on
my shoulder
I'm sitting here
without the
slightest trace of merit
But the walls
melt gold
and the hardwood floors
becomes
turf
of haikus
with a slight
mixture
of
green tea
and
Monterey Pop Festival
posters
instantly
replaces my
plain white walls
with massive groovy
colors
and the words
Otis Redding
...Shouts....
out loud
and encourages me
to grab
my brown guitar
and play
a few notes
of a tepid tune
I wrote when
I was all of
six months
old
(Strangely..I remember it...
chord by simple chord)
now naked
with the six string
as my
Adam's leaf
I concentrate
on my ever evolving fingers
and I strum on
just for the sake of
..Simply strumming…
(Strumming...what a beautiful word)
but now
after the
hours have passed
I gather myself
into
the ceramic bath
and simply
-sigh-
drifting in and out
soaking among
warm cloud droppings
my guitar laying
horizontal
on top the sink
I close my eyes
and let
it all
relax me
until I am
empty
like the teacups
and
my constantly
draining cranium
This is a night
that
I can now
call
complete
and with that
ended
creating deep ponds
in my cranium
the English season
takes teacups
in clouded fingers
and wait for the
heat whistle
to
blow
my once clogged ears
now
tilt a whirl
and children
scream with delight
as my heart
races
and goes for
the flower bound ribbon
at the end of
the journey
Protein Shakes
My Ribcage Rolls
My Bones Rattle
(and the ghost of Big Joe Turner
rolls like a tootsie
in his southern grave)
My pet bee
sits like a parrot on
my shoulder
I'm sitting here
without the
slightest trace of merit
But the walls
melt gold
and the hardwood floors
becomes
turf
of haikus
with a slight
mixture
of
green tea
and
Monterey Pop Festival
posters
instantly
replaces my
plain white walls
with massive groovy
colors
and the words
Otis Redding
...Shouts....
out loud
and encourages me
to grab
my brown guitar
and play
a few notes
of a tepid tune
I wrote when
I was all of
six months
old
(Strangely..I remember it...
chord by simple chord)
now naked
with the six string
as my
Adam's leaf
I concentrate
on my ever evolving fingers
and I strum on
just for the sake of
..Simply strumming…
(Strumming...what a beautiful word)
but now
after the
hours have passed
I gather myself
into
the ceramic bath
and simply
-sigh-
drifting in and out
soaking among
warm cloud droppings
my guitar laying
horizontal
on top the sink
I close my eyes
and let
it all
relax me
until I am
empty
like the teacups
and
my constantly
draining cranium
This is a night
that
I can now
call
complete
and with that
ended
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Ween...Live on Viva Variety! The Golden Eel
Here we have Ween playing The Golden Eel live on the short lived show Viva Variety back in the late 90's. Originally off The Mollusk record...which happens to be a favorite of mine...this live version is pretty damned good mang. So kick back and enjoy although I must apologize for the poor video as I had to film it off of a VHS tape with my cheap digital camera. Better than nothing I suppose.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Radio Show 28
Here we have show 28...a nasty collection of tunes for a nasty world.
radio show 28
did you steal my money? - the who
don't come around here no more - tom petty
i started to hate you - dead milkmen
liar - sex pistols
something against you - pixies
hey fat boy (asshole) - ween
sold me out - the kinks
get off my cloud - rolling stones
snail shell - they might be giants
you're no good - bob dylan
sick of you - lou reed
train in vain (live) - the clash
uncomplicated - elvis costello
positively 4th street - bob dylan
it doesen't matter anymore - buddy holly
cotton picker - eddie cochran
mr. greed - john fogerty
very ape - nirvana
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The Dukes of Stratosphear...a peek inside of the Complete and Utter Dukes Box Set.
***Disclaimer: Forgive (if you would...if you could) the shoddy and miserable camera work. It appears to be attempting to juggle itself for some reason. Perhaps I should spend my cash on a new camera as opposed to chucking my money to new and fun box sets! Watch it if you can.***
This is me opening the fantastic Dukes of Stratosphear box set entitled The Complete and Utter Dukes. It comes in a beautiful purple fuzzy box and is chock full of fun stuff...take a peak inside the box and go pick up a copy for yourself. The Dukes would appreciate it if you did and I highly recommend it.
This is me opening the fantastic Dukes of Stratosphear box set entitled The Complete and Utter Dukes. It comes in a beautiful purple fuzzy box and is chock full of fun stuff...take a peak inside the box and go pick up a copy for yourself. The Dukes would appreciate it if you did and I highly recommend it.
Friday, June 3, 2011
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