Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the world is aslant in the ropes today askew and sloping and full of yang and i am a cockeyed queen on her way roaming the rasta roads of wobble & dream shaking her rags and feathers aberrantly straying in flutter and wow grinning like a cheshire cat paving the cow path with pats and all her bits an...

tall tales of sharks and whales
sitting on olive branches

waiting

for the forest to arrive on the desert road
for the firepit inmidst their gathering
and the wandering
along the distant shores

warm like summer rain
raspberries fall like
waterfall dreams

delectable touchdown -
main mission
from across the sea

thanks, dame, judih, mark!

it is language that colours our words and our words that colour our perception we say i love you and thus give love a meaning we respond to it in the language we know we talk we bespeak we articulate we understand what we perceive we perceive what we understand we speak in tongues while our tongues ...

individual links as an additional option to the whole show are great! as judih says - sometimes time's limited, and you just wanna check in for a quick a song or two. or maybe you want to listen to an individual piece again (anad again). i'd still take the whole show when there's more time. of cours...

ha! funny. maybe it's the places that are not where they're supposed to be... or where we suppose them to be? ;-) if the cards don't make it this time, you'll just have to keep them, i think, until doreen and the lees come down to the southern hemisphere eventually and get them themselves! just make...

words are lying down as
long night shadows
along hardened snowdrifts

the train i'm on is moving
across a beautiful landscape
of words and weed

on cold rails
along which only a wind
and my thoughts dare to wander

in this town the rain sounds like voiceless consonants in the washing tide like ambivalent vowels in hollows and gulps the tales are ancient like gargoyled waters whispering through the jester's lips and someone is drowning and someone is flowing to flower the future and the oracle blows blearing ri...

love it! what a great show! clay's texan (no)reggae is perfect for the intro and out-tro (howdya say for the opposite of intro??), and his musical pieces - yeah! he's got it. just like barry. doreen's death rap - so strong! and i simply love her voice. annie benjamin's muse went straight into my gut...

yes!!!

thanks, doreen.

it wouldn't work in deutsch, and as for the garbo - i think i've never even heard her original voice... just its dubbed version.
could you dub me, in a voice-over way?

ha! you do it this time. and next time, it'll happily be my turn!

clay, i think my accents sounds like bumps on the road. at least when it comes to english. i have much more practice in writing this langauge than in speaking it!
as for recordings - the only way to do them would be taking a video with my tiny photo camera....

sweetwater, a panta. i am. definitely!

trondheim. been there once (hell, twenty years ago!) all i remember of it is a motocross hill right outside of the city. it was the only place we found when we arrived late in the evening where we could roll out our sleeping bags and still be close to the city center. it was june, and the night was ...