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“Searching for the Ghost of Kurt Cobain”

August 17, 2016

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“Fortunate Cookies” by Major Input (Official Music Video)

August 16, 2016

Major Input “Fortunate Cookies”

Music: Major Input

Lyrics: (Golden Dragon/Corcoran/Darragh/Gresh/Thouret)

Lead Vocals/Rhythm Guitar: Ryan Gresh

Backup Vocals/Rhythm Guitar: Evan Darragh

Lead Guitar: Joe Santo

Bass Guitar: Keith Corcoran

Drums: Justin Thouret

Recorded & Engineered by: Joe Santo & Ryan Gresh

Mastered by: John Rogers

Video by: Keith Corcoran

“Best Man Speech (for Brian & Jenni)”

August 16, 2016
  1. You know, today is the day Brian finally got his other half, but he already had an ‘other half’….me.
  2. Hi! My name is Keith and I am Brian’s twin brother.
  3. Brian, I want to thank you for asking me to be your best man. I only assume it is because you are so narcissistic that when you could not choose yourself as the BEST man, you got the next best closest thing.
  4. Jenni, you look absolutely angelic today. I want to thank you on behalf of the maids of honor and other helpers.
  5. I also want to thank the Mother and Father of the Bride, Heather and “Deardom”.
  6. At this time I would like EVERYONE to toast Heather & Deardom. Here! Here!
  7. I want to thank Brian and Jenni for their gifts. I also want to thank Gwyn, Jenni’s sister and Matron of Honor and Shannon, Jenni’s best friend and bridesmaid. I would also like to thank all the other people who helped make this day a success: Marianne, James, Chelsea, and honestly too many to mention, planning a wedding is not easy.

 

  1. I first met Brian inside of a 28 year-old woman in 1982, and let me tell you, we’ve only become closer since then.

 

  1. Hey Brian and Jenni! One of the first nights we hung out together the three of us got dressed up in thrift store clothes, colored each other’s faces with magic markers, and photographed the shenanigans. When I think about Brian and Jenni I like to think about the times I’ve seen them dressed up together in other costumes. Whether they were both all dressed head to toe in black and wearing sunglasses on a hot summer day and hanging out on the roof of our mother’s home waiting for visitors from other planets, or simply dressed up as mustachioed burglars. I think today they are going for the old bride and groom gag.

 

  1. Brian has always been an enigmatic fella. When we were little one of his favorite past times was to take all the light bulbs out of the lamps and smash them. I also once witnessed him _______.  Why did you do that Brian? Why? Don’t even tell me, “Chiquita did it!”

 

  1. Brian and Jenni first met at Brookdale Community College and both transferred and graduated from Kean University. These two are college sweethearts. They’re sweethearts with or without college though. They’re certainly not sour hearts.

 

  1. The two of you today are doing one the most beautiful things two human beings can do. You are committing yourselves to love. *bow chicka wow wow* You are staring down the road of life together. The road is filled with everything. It’s a road with lots of surprises, which is good, because if you knew the beauty that lies ahead there would be no fun and excitement.

 

  1. So, in closing, here’s to fun, excitement, and especially love. I LOVE YOU BOTH. Cheers!

“It’s Time (To Take the Collar Off)” for Katie-Did

August 13, 2016

It’s time

To take the collar off

Some last goodbyes

Good girl

Your mission is over

We salute you

Job well done

In the arms of Mommy’s little girl

It’s time

To take the collar off

“Unwitting Collaboration”

August 13, 2016

image.jpegHave a very talented artist friend. One night we were hanging out and while we were talking he was “doodling” with a canvas and some paint I had lying around.

Recently my son pulled out the finger paints and we got stripped down and finger painted over the abstract piece that was there, as well as ourselves. This is the result.

It was very primal and freeing at the same time. At first it was tough to not freak out about the mess we were making and the thought that I would eventually have to clean up and be self conscious, but once I overcame that, it quickly became a gateway to one of the best times I can remember.

“Time is in the Wind” (acoustic demo)

August 12, 2016

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(Whistling & Humming)

(Verse 1)

There’s a sound

Trapped in my head

Crept in one day

Won’t leave ’til I’m dead

It hums it hums

It whistles too

It bounces around

I think it’s blue

(Chorus)

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

(Verse 2)

Electric sparks

Love supreme

Energy’s gone

End of dream

Flicker flicker

Jump-start my heart

It’s time to live again

& Do my part

(Chorus)

Hum-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

(Verse 3)

I owe my life

To the love I’ve found

When I wasn’t square

You stuck around

When I was fist

You made me pound

When I was beat

You made me bound

When I was silent

You made me sound

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Huh-uh-um, Time is in the wind

Huh-uh-um, It’s time to live again

Hug-uh-um, Time is in the wind

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran, Evan Darragh, and Justin Thouret

Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran

*This is just a slowed down solo acoustic version of “Sound Trapped” with alternate lyrics. We were practicing this one time with Justin and he looks at us from behind the kit and says, “Let’s do that ‘Time is in the Wind’ song.” I always thought that was funny, so when I made a mournful version of this song which included those lyrics in the chorus. Also, my friend Anthony said after Justin passed he was smoking a cigarette outside and he could have sworn him call, “Yooo…”.

“Ether: This Machine Brings Us Together”

August 11, 2016

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“Jacqueamo 7”

August 10, 2016

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“The Happiest Clown on the Planet”

August 10, 2016

The sad clown decided one dark day that he’d had enough. He put away his jokes in his joke bag, never to be opened again. He took off his wig, his shoes, and pants. He decided there was no reason to sing “The Clown Song Blues” anymore.

Honk honk, hee hee, tricycles, unicycles, Barnum & Bailey. Clowning around was just a cover. He couldn’t hide behind the mask anymore. The tears washed away the paint as he stood over his sink. His reflection shouted back at him that he was a failure. He tried to make them laugh, but instead he scared the daylights out of these kids. He had become the reason for nightlights. His sense of humour had become too warped. A product of extremity. A misunderstood artist. Who was he clowning for anyway? The others? Himself? He always let himself down, the others he tried to bring up.

 

While off colour, in myriad colours, he thought the effort would surely be understood by God. He wasn’t a nasty, evil clown. He wasn’t from Mars and he didn’t hang around sewers, except maybe his mind.

Then he realized, it was time to clean up his act and become a happy clown. He would turn down all the work he had been getting at all of the pity parties. He would finally be like his hero, the happiest clown on the planet, Ronald McDonald.

“Had a Hemorrhoidectomy a Month Ago…”

August 5, 2016

Had a hemorrhoidectomy a month ago and this morning was the one month recheck.

Was talking to my friend last night and I was saying how I was kind of dreading the recheck.

I was telling him how weird it was the first time I met with my doctor. She’s probably in her late thirties. I have met her three times so far in my life. The first time I visited her office was after my first colonoscopy.

    After I had filled out the paperwork I was brought into room the by the nurse, another late thirtiesish woman. She puts me on the scale, weighs me, asks me my height, asks me why I’m here. She takes my paperwork which includes my health insurance info, a script, and ultra graphic color pictures of my colonoscopy. She takes my blood pressure and my temp.

The doctor comes in this small room and the nurse stays in the room. I was explaining to him that this is the weird part. I have never had anybody put anything up my butt besides doctors putting their fingers up my butt to check the hemorrhoids and whatever they did to me when I was knocked out for the colonoscopy. On this visit I learned what an anuscope is.

I was saying to him the anuscope experience wouldn’t be half as awkward if the nurse didn’t stay in room, but she has to in order to take the doctor’s notes like a dental hygienist takes down the numbers when measuring your gum line.

The doctor had me lay on my side after she turned the recliner I was sitting on into a table. Then the nurse draped a sheet over me and I was informed about the anuscope, basically a dildo with a camera on the tip of it. The nurse sat down in a chair in a corner facing me right in my line of view, impossible to avoid eye contact. Shortly after I was informed about the anuscope, I was experiencing the anuscope.

He jokingly asked if she was slowly moving it in and out and in and out.

I said no, but the nurse was licking her lips which made me question what exactly was going on here.

He then asked if they gave me a ball gag before all this went down.

I said no, but they did make me get on all fours.

Then he pointed out that they do this all day everyday and that before I got there they were probably like, “Okay, this time I get to sit in the corner.”

Anyway, so this morning’s check up I of course got the same doctor, but I also got the same nurse. It was hard not to think of the conversation I had with my friend the night before.

Today was good though, nice and quick and I knew what to expect. Same exact thing happened, except when the doctor initially spread my cheeks she took a look and exclaimed, “NICE!!!”

Also, while anuscoping she relayed to the nurse, “Good tone.”

So the good news is the surgery went well and I’m going to be fine.

“Jumbled Together”

August 5, 2016

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“Passions”

August 5, 2016

Two Passions

“Two Dreams from January 19th 2014”

August 5, 2016

Dream #1

Playing with a flame thrower in the kitchen of my old house
Flames are crawling up the walls
They go out
But then an electric panel on the wall reignites
I throw water on it
Run down to the basement with a gas can
Hide the gas can by the generator running in the basement
Mom and Stepfather running into the basement in a panic trying to find out about the fire
I run past them up the stairs and further up to winding stairs which lead to the uppermost level
Go to my old room, open the window, and all of the sudden have a gun and fire shots out into the black in a flurry of fury
My Mother’s cousin Anthony is a policeman (dead in real life) and he is outside in the backyard
I almost killed him and a mystery man he was with
Shot Anthony, but it was only a wound
Mystery man gets away, but a stray bullet bit a random pooch with deadly force
I am mocked for killing a dog and shooting an innocent animal
I’m going to jail
They let me keep the stamps in my wallet even after the thorough inspection thinking they were drugs

I’m excited about the time off
Time to decompress
I can’t believe how insane I was and am embarrassed about the shooting and temporary lapse of sanity
I’m in utter disbelief that that happened
I grab a handful of crayons to write some letters home
Realize I will be here awhile and I’ve lost it all
My woman, my son

Dream #2

I’m at a gas station trying to pull up gas tank side
I pull past the pumps to get a better angle and while in reverse my spot is stolen
Infuriated I decide to back right into them as If they weren’t there and smash into them
The driver turns out to be my best friend
The insurance man looks it over and I’m caught on video
I try to pretend like I don’t know whose fault it is, but it is obviously mine

 

“Bertcore & Erniecore”

August 5, 2016

bertcore & erniecore

“True Love”

August 4, 2016

True Love

“Bassically”

August 4, 2016

Bassically

“Happy Father’s Day!”

August 4, 2016

My heart goes out to all the fathers who had to go through the motions of creating a child

Thank you for the hard work

Happy Father’s Day!

“Monster in the Morning”

August 4, 2016

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“We Love You More Than Words Can Tell: Reads Banner in the Sky at GD50”

August 4, 2016

We Love You More Than Words Can Tell

“Scolding Canine Abode: Embarrassed, But Not Unwelcome”

August 4, 2016

At Hotdog House, but not Hotdog House. Definite punk rock house of people on the outs. Head there by myself. Wearing stepfather’s red Columbia jacket and twin brother’s electric blue vans. Have hair combed at the side as is my current grown-up style. In dream remember talking to someone, girl, don’t know who that was, said they been there before and walked around, but never made it to the top floor.

I’m nervous in the dream, but walk in as if I belong there, go there all the time. Walk in, feels like entering “Resident Evil 1” mansion. Floors and lighting are dark, old wood with black stain/dirt. Go to the right and the building wraps around to the top in a spiral.

   As soon as I’m in I see punk rockers milling about, but “concentrate on trucking right”. I want to make it to the top and I see someone sitting at a desk like some sort of punk rock RA/receptionist/hotel clerk. Decide to act casual like I belong and try to just breeze past. He stops me, I tell him I’m here to look around and see some friends. He is wearing glasses and has kind of a Win Butler from Arcade Fire look. He gets my information and notes my type, “skater”, I am offended! Embarrassed my clothes look so nice I continue along the winding upward halls to the top room. It is completely dark and a circular room at the top with either a dark center or hole. Proceed to walk around and it is very dark and tarry with slits on the floor. My feet are caught, but I keep walking. I’m looking for a spirit or an ally, but more so The Great Spirit. About halfway through the tarry slitty circle I find it, and I black out.

I wake up in the dream and I’m still in the mansion on the top floor, but this is a flophouse. I wake up without my electric blue shoes and beaten up. I am embarrassed. I go to leave and I see a roommate/the punk rocker drop out/cool dude that lives in the next room adjacent to this room. The top floor looks completely different. He is nice to me and explains what I did in my blacked out state, stating that what I really did was wander into someone’s room and started taking things so I got beat up. Felt embarrassed, but not unwelcome.

“Primus Ponies”

August 4, 2016

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“Don’t Forget Your Youth”

August 4, 2016

Don't Forget Your Youth

“White on White: Wedding”

August 4, 2016

White Wedding Ozzy and a priest

“White On White: Ceiling Light Reflections, Looking Out the Window of Sansone Auto Mall”

August 4, 2016

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“Cross Dock”

August 4, 2016

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“Curious Collaboration”

August 4, 2016

Curious Casey

Art project with my four year old son. He colored the painting.

“Justin’s Dream”

April 19, 2016

March 28th 2016

Had a dream about Justin last night that woke me up in the middle of the night. We were playing music in his parents’ driveway, but of course in dreams everything is skewed and the driveway was rainbow shaped with the real driveway being the entrance and the shape extending across their front lawn. Justin was playing drums and I was playing bass. Evan wasn’t in the dream for some reason. I think because he was always very understanding of substance abuse having lost his brother to addiction. Joe and Ryan were playing with us and mid jam left the driveway while continuing to play and started to walk up the street. We were in the middle of a jam on a song called “July 17th”. My brain picked this song because we have been rehearsing for Justin’s memorial with a new drummer and we just can’t seem to get this down without drawing it out unnecessarily. Justin used to lead us through that. I went to follow Ryan and Joe, but my cord pulled out. At that moment Justin’s brother CJ pulled up in the driveway. Justin and I followed him into the house.

 

When we walked into the house all of Justin’s family members and extended family members were there, as well as Ryan but not Joe. At this moment I realized Justin was a ghost, so I was freaking out and trying to whisper to Ryan to ask if he could see Justin sitting here beside me and asked him if he we had just been playing music together. He confirmed that he indeed could see him and that we were. At this point he started to feel as uneasy as I. It was like when we were outside I didn’t know he had passed and when we were inside I remembered he had. I whispered to Ryan, after he confirmed that he could see Justin, “Wasn’t he cremated?” Ryan looked at me and was about to answer when an extended family member that I have never met, a middle aged man in a buttoned down blue shirt with no tie said that indeed he had. This middle aged man reminded me of Justin and my friend Anthony.  Somebody passed Justin a pipe packed with marijuana and he took a hit. He blew out the smoke and turned to me and said, “This is what killed me.” Now, obviously marijuana has never killed a single human being ever, but I understood it as drugs did. The party continued on and Justin was still hanging out. Justin and I then went to hang out in the garage. We were sitting on a sofa together with a dry erase board in front of us. A name of a person whom I know who is alive and has substance abuse issues was written on the board, formally as it would appear on a gravestone. As I was looking at it, with Justin sitting next to me, I passed out.

 

When I awoke it was morning and Justin was asleep next to me on the couch. I was still freaked out as I was looking at him wondering if he was a ghost or real. So I built up the courage to lean over and poke at his knee. I felt cartilage! He was alive! I was so happy! But then I realized I was late for work. I began skipping down the driveway, which was the way it should be now, and as I got to the end I saw CJ and his friend whom I don’t know doing the same skipping motion, but mockingly. They were mad at me that I thought he was alive and was spreading these rumors about being able to see him at the party that was being thrown for his mourning. I told them, “He IS alive! I just felt CARTILAGE!” as I pointed to the sofa in the garage where we were. He told me there was nothing but garbage in there and that I was crazy. I then began to question my sanity and wonder if I was seeing Mocha the cat as Justin for some reason. Then I woke up.

 

Well, obviously I miss Justin very much. When I woke up at 3 am the first thing I saw was a shadow glide across the ceiling. It was my girl Tracy’s getting up to go to the bathroom, but in my semi-dream state I was wondering if I was still dreaming and that it represented Justin’s spirit. When she came back I told her I had the most intense dream with Justin in it. She said she saw that I was crawled up and talking to myself.

“Valentine’s Day (Love Song)” by Major Input

February 14, 2016

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Gangsters kill each other on this day, LOVE!
Box of chocolates and a nice bouquet, LOVE!
Take you to a nice expensive place, LOVE!
Where you hand your keys to a valet, LOVE!
Looks so good no matter how it tastes, LOVE!

Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Loooooooove, Looooove, Loooove

Don’t you love when things fall into place? LOVE!
Don’t you love when someone take your case? LOVE!
Don’t you love when someone kiss yo face? LOVE!
Don’t you hear that really funky bass? LOVE!

Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Loooooooove, Looooove, Loooove

Looks so good no matter how it tastes, LOVE!
Don’t you love when someone kiss yo face?, LOVE!
Don’t you love a song written in hate? LOVE!

Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Loooooooove, Looooove, Loooove

 

Keith Corcoran – Bass Guitar/Lead Vocals
Evan Darragh – Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Group Vocals
Ryan Gresh – Rhythm Guitar/Group Vocals
Justin Thouret – Drums/Group Vocals

Music: Major Input and Sean Otterbine
Lyrics: Keith Corcoran, Evan Darragh, and Sean Otterbine

Recording, Engineering, and Mixing: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastering: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics: Daniel Lyons

 

 

 

“Justin’s Song” by Major Input

December 31, 2015

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This is an unfinished instrumental outtake that was tracked during the EP sessions.

 

In Alphabetical Order:

Keith Corcoran – Bass Guitar
Evan Darragh – Rhythm Guitar
Ryan Gresh – Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar
Justin Thouret – Drums

Music: Major Input

 

Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Artwork by: Daniel Lyons

 

 

“The Lightning Is Biting”

November 4, 2015

a tussle a turn

 still burn

lessons hard learned

need some new wood for the fire

the wind through my skin

flows through my nose

comes and goes

comes and goes

the rain soaks my brain

the lightning is biting

charred and chewed

barbecued

hacked and batted

swing low sweet tattered

always will be

bursting laughter

before the after

amongst the scribbles

wordless heroes

 tongues tucked and leashed

feelings unspeeched

awoken unspoken guns holstered unsmoking

forces corralled appointing the trial of now

Setlist Archives

October 16, 2015

 10.16.2015  “Papa Ganache” (parking lot) – Matawan, NJ

“Matawan Day”

Evan, Keith, & Justin

(acoustic guitar, electric bass, stripped down drum kit using brushes instead of sticks)

1) As You Think

2) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

3) Sound Trapped

4) Two

5) Locus

6) July 17th

11.19.2015 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) As You Think

2) Locus

3) July 17th

12.02.2015 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Sing Me Down

2) TVQ

3) Chasing the Sun

08.10.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Ever Afters (Part 1)

2) Better Act Now

3) Ever Afters (Part 2)

08.24.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith

(Evan on acoustic guitar & Keith on electric bass)

1) Sound Trapped

2) As You Think

3) July 17th

08.31.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Make It Rain (Tom Waits cover)

2) Rocket Queen (Guns ‘N Roses cover)

3) Time is in the Wind

09.14.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ

2) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

3) Trestle

4) Two

09.21.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith

(Evan acoustic guitar, Keith on electric bass)

1) Fortunate Cookies

2) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

3) Locus

4) July 17th

10.08.2016 “Capo Brothers Showcase” – “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ

Evan on acoustic guitar, Keith on electric bass, & Rob Wolfenden on bongos; *Evan & Keith both on acoustic guitars

1) Sound Trapped

2) Sing Me Down

3) Two

4) As You Think

5) Too Strong*

6) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)*

7) Better Act Now*

8) Chasing the Sun

9) Trestle

10) Fortunate Cookies

11) Locus

12) July 17th

10.12.2016 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Mr. Cobb (He Was Singing So Good)

2) Let It Bleed (Rolling Stones cover)

3) Vulcanized Rubber

4) So Long Marianne (Leonard Cohen cover)

05.19.2017 “The Wonder Bar” – Asbury Park, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

Round 1:

1) TVQ

2) Hooray for Surviving

3) Better Act Now

Round 2:

4) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

5) Two

6) Fortunate Cookies

Encore:

7) The Arrow Hearted

10.04.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Learning to Fly (Tom Petty cover)

2) Hooray for Surviving

3) Sprout

4) The Arrow Hearted

10.11.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Looking Out Your Window

2) Please, Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood (Nina Simone/The Animals cover)

3) Better Act Now

10.18.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Sound Trapped

2) Sprout

3) As You Think

10.25.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Monster Mash (Bobby “Boris” Pickett & The Crypt Kickers cover)

2) It Takes Diff’rent Strokes (Diff’rent Strokes Theme song by Alan Thicke) (Evan solo acoustic)

3) Two

4) Chasing the Sun

11.01.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ

2) Sing Me Down

3) Hooray for Surviving

11.08.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Locus

2) Trestle

3) July 17th

4) Sprout

11.22.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Giving Thanks

2) Fortunate Cookies

3) As You Think

4) Sound Trapped

11.29.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars)

1) Too Strong

2) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

3) As You Think

4) Locus

12.13.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ (with lyrics)

2) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

3) The Arrow Hearted

4) Time is in The Wind  *with Pat Cat on second acoustic guitar

12.20.2017 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Last Christmas (Wham! cover)

2) Paul Revere (Beastie Boys cover)

3) Suzy Greenberg (Phish cover)

4) Help Me Make It Through The Night (Kris Kristofferson cover) *Tribute to Country Jerry

01.03.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Drink This Poem (poem recitation)

2) Drink This Song

3) Dead and Lovely (Tom Waits cover)

4)  Locus

5) Loose Tooth

01.10.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Better Act Now

2) TVQ

3) Paul Revere (Beastie Boys cover)

4) The Arrow Hearted

02.20.2018 “Café Artiste” Ocean Grove, NJ

 Evan & Keith (both on acoustic guitars) 

(Performed Major Input’s “Fortunate Cookies EP”)

 1) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

2) As You Think

3) Fortunate Cookies

4) Locus

5) July 17th

05.09.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Skipping Stones

2) Hooray For Surviving

3) Better Act Now

4) Sprout

05.30.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

 Keith (solo acoustic)

 1) Sprout (slow version)

2) Fortunate Cookies

3) Trestle

06.06.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Sprout

2) TVQ

3) The Arrow Hearted

06.13.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Big Deal

2) M-A-N-D-Y

3) Hooray for Surviving

4) Two

06.27.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Buckets of Rain (Bob Dylan cover)

2) Big Salty Tears (Ziggens/Bradley Nowell cover)

3) Better Act Now

4) Trestle

06.30.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ

“5th Saturday Showcase”

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) The Arrow Hearted

2) Two

3) M-A-N-D-Y

4) Sing Me Down

5) Loose Tooth

6) Lisa It’s Your Birthday (Michael Jackson cover)

7) Trestle

8) Hooray for Surviving

9) Paul Revere (Beastie Boys cover)

11.07.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

Round 1:

1) Froth

2) Fortunate Cookies

3) When the Night (Paul McCartney & Wings cover)

4) Giving Thanks

Round 2:

5) The Arrow Hearted

6) Locus

11.14.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Giving Thanks

2) One Headlight (The Wallflowers cover)

3) Trestle

12.05.2018 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) He’s Gone (Grateful Dead cover)

2) Froth

3) When the Night (Paul McCartney & Wings cover)

4) Time is in the Wind

02.06.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ

2) The Ren & Stimpy Song (Allie Goertz cover)

3) Better Act Now

2.13.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Pale Blue Eyes (Velvet Underground cover)

2) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

3) Two

4) A Family

2.27.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Turn the Page (Bob Seger cover)

2) Dark Star (Grateful Dead cover)

3) Fortunate Cookies

4) Rocket Queen (Guns ‘N Roses cover) (with guest vocalist Gillian)

2.27.2019 “Scarlet Pub” – New Brunswick, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Rocket Queen (Guns ‘N Roses cover) (with guest vocalist Gillian)

 

3.20.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Irish Coffee

2) Moonlight Mile (Rolling Stones cover)

3) Strangers (The Kinks cover)

 

3.27.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Hooray for Surviving

2) Irish Coffee

3) Moonlight Mile (Rolling Stones cover)

4) Better Act Now

5.09.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Way Down in the Hole (Tom Waits cover)

2) Long Way Home (Tom Waits cover)

3) Hoist That Rag (Tom Waits cover)

4) Jersey Girl (Tom Waits cover)

5) Fortunate Cookies

Encore:

6) The Easter Bunny Is Gonna Come And Give You Candy

7) Glass, Concrete, & Stones (David Byrne cover)

7.17.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Drink This Song

2) Dead and Lovely (Tom Waits cover)

3) Help Me Make It Through The Night (Kris Kristofferson cover)

4) Better Act Now

7.31.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Time is in the Wind

2) As You Think

3) Watering the Divine Seed

4) Big Deal

5) Froth

8.21.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) 19th Nervous Breakdown (Rolling Stones cover)

2) Dead Flowers (Rolling Stones cover)

3) Jigsaw Puzzle (Rolling Stones cover)

4) Let it Bleed (Rolling Stones cover)

9.04.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) The Arrow Hearted

2) Trestle

3) Chasing the Sun

4) Better Act Now

9.11.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Sprout

2) Mr. Cobb (He Was Singing So Good)

3) Too Strong

9.18.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Big Deal

2) TVQ

3) Sing Me Down

4) Sprout

9.25.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) As You Think

2) Locus

3) Too Strong

4) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

5) Trestle

10.02.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Better Act Now

2) Hooray for Surviving

3) Fortunate Cookies

4) The Arrow Hearted

5) Sprout

10.09.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Drink This Song

2) Looking Out Your Window

3) Hooray for Surviving

4) The Arrow Hearted

5) Heather’s Heavy Sweaters

10.23.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Skipping Stones

2) Vulcanized Rubber

3) Chasing Those Birdies

4) Ever Afters (Part 1)

5) Ever Afters (Part 2)

11.12.2019 “Flame 800” in Matawan, NJ

Keith Corcoran (solo acoustic)

1) Just Breathe (Pearl Jam cover)

2) Yer So Bad (Tom Petty cover)

3) Strange Design (Phish cover)

4) When the Night (Paul McCartney & Wings cover)

5) If Only for Memories (Toh Kay cover)

6) Laundrytown (Mike Doughty cover)

7) My Sanity (Bad Religion cover)

8) What the World Needs Now (Burt Bacharach cover)

9) Turn! Turn! Turn! (The Byrds cover)

10) Nights in White Satin (The Moody Blues)

11) Love Gun (Kiss cover

12) Help Me Scrape the Mucus Off My Brain (Ween cover)

13) TVQ (original instrumental)

14) Hooray for Surviving (original)

15) 19th Nervous Breakdown (Rolling Stones cover)

16) Slip Sliding Away (Paul Simon cover) *with Evan Darragh on electric bass

16) Better Act Now (Darragh/Corcoran original) *with Evan Darragh on electric bass

17) Big Deal (original with lyric submissions from Facebook and Phantasy Tour Phish social media websites) *with Evan Darragh on electric bass

18) Road to Nowhere (Talking Heads cover)

Evan Darragh (solo acoustic)

1) Ball & Chain (Social Distortion cover)

2) Every Rose Has It’s Thorn (Poison cover)

Evan & Keith

(Evan on acoustic guitar, Keith on electric bass)

*all originals set featuring songs from our past projects Evan & Keith, Believers in Things, and Major Input

1) As You Think

2) Sound Trapped

3) Locus

4) Two

5) July 17th

6) Trestle

7) Fortunate Cookies

8) Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

9) Sing Me Down

10) Chasing the Sun

11) Giving Thanks

Encore:

Keith on acoustic guitar, Evan on electric bass

1) Psycho Kitty (Talking Heads parody)

2) We Are Family (Sister Sledge cover)

12.04.2019 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) TVQ

2) Wingless Butterflies

3) The Arrow Hearted

4) Fortunate Cookies (Major Input cover)

5) Sprout

02.05.2020 “Espresso Joe’s” – Keyport, NJ (open mic)

Keith (solo acoustic)

1) Skipping Stones

2) Waves of Summer

3) Summer’s Gone

4) Sprout (slow version)

 

 

 

 

“As The Years Go By” for Casey on his 4th Birthday

September 24, 2015

The years go by

From baby to boy

The years go by

Uncountable joy

The years go by

& I want you to know

What an honor it is to watch you grow

1…2…3…4

May the love you brought multiply and become more

“The Heavy Sandbox” (acoustic demo)

September 18, 2015

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(Chorus)

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

Heavy, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy

(Verse 1)

Thick With Time

Thick With Crime

You Threw Sand In My Eye

I Was Only Five

(Chorus)

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

Heavy, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy

(Verse 2)

Slipping Down Slides

Timeless Rides

I Skinned My Knee

It Made Me Bleed

(Chorus)

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

The Heavy Sandbox

Heavy, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy

“Fortunate Cookies EP Promo”

September 3, 2015

“July 17th” by Major Input

July 17, 2015
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Sitting outside today, listening to Marvin Gaye
Gettin’ tan in the sand with a drink in my hand, and looking for a game to play
The women dressed down today, and the men have no complaints
The birds and the bees are doin’ as they please and there’s a smile on every face
Put up my feet and sink into my seat, la la la la la la la la la la la la

 

Babies don’t cry today, something in the air takes their attention away
I don’t know what it is but it’s making me dizzy, and I hope that it’s here to stay
Got no cares today, the sun dried them out the breeze blew them away
So if you got an issue, get yourself a box of tissues, the office is closed ’til Monday

Clear blue skies today, so let the music play
Windows open, top down, only way to get around, with a girl who calls me babe
I wrote a song today, but I didn’t have much to say
I found myself a band, we had ourselves a jam
Now let the music play

 

Keith Corcoran: Bass Guitar
Evan Darragh: Rhythm Guitar/Lead Vocals
Ryan Gresh: Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Backup Vocals
Joseph Santo: Rhythm Guitar
Justin Thouret: Drums/Harmony Vocals

Music: Major Input
Lyrics: Evan Darragh and Sean Otterbine

Recorded,  Engineered, and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics by: Daniel Lyons

 

“Abstraction”

July 15, 2015

I.

Buttered Hearts

Taste of Death

Everyone ignores the addict’s victims

II.

Eager Beavers

The Gallery

Future Reference

Past the age of caring

III.

Concocted Pretty Thoughts

Getting Eaten Alive

Right Then & There

IV.

Holes In The Wall

Slightly bent, but okay

“Million Mile Stares”

July 13, 2015

open eyed prayers

million mile stares

a prayer for you, a prayer for me

all these prayers no one can see

open eyed prayers

million mile stares

“Aces” (acoustic demo)

July 12, 2015

gambit aces  (Evan and Keith – Dining Room Demos – Aces)

Her dreams are being filled with a million pieces that only we can fill

Our glasses are being filled with the wine of the valley that only we can spill

We’ll drink up together & finish the puzzle

We’ll glue it, mat it, frame it & recycle the bottles

We’ll swallow the bottle & jig a new saw

Until we’re blue haired & all of our aces have been drawn

Until all of our aces have been drawn

Until all of our aces have been drawn

Until all of our aces have been drawn

O-o-O, O-o-O, O-o-O, O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar

“Perched” (acoustic demo)(Santo/Darragh/Corcoran/Gresh)

July 12, 2015

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there you were perched upon my door

staring, cawing

soul all torn, soul all torn

you clawed, you scratched

flew off the handle

& relapsed, & relapsed

i was there with you, i was there with you

bright bathroom lights, bright bathroom lights

late sleepless nights, late sleepless nights

at least we had, at least we had

each other, each other, each other

to smother, to smother

each other, to smother

*This recording is an iphone ‘voice memo’, fly on the wall, capture the moment style of recording. This was a song made in the moment. Joe Santo is on a synthesizer, Ryan Gresh and Evan Darragh are on acoustic guitars, and I am on vocals. I wrote the lyrics in the moment too. We were in a band called “Major Input” at the time of this recording and we were brainstorming trying to come up with a song as a group, although our drummer, Justin Thouret, had just left for the night.

This song is ultimately about toxic relationships. It’s a confluence of being close friends with a male/female toxic relationship and also being close friends with a male/male substance abuse relationship.

**11/02/2016** Love the people this song is about, they were just going through hard times. The line “I was there with you” on the surface could be interpreted as I went through the hard times with them, and I did very indirectly, but it was actually written in frustration about the male/male toxic relationship about a night where a group of our friends all got together and went bowling. I was hoping by providing a healthy alternative they would enjoy that, but, and perhaps I am wrong about this, in my mind they were still all messed up and snuck off to a bathroom together to “smother each other”. The “I was there with you” is a, “I can’t believe you guys did that when you know all of the problems it has caused you and our relationships”. Sadly hard drugs corrupt and within a year one of the males succumbed to addiction. The male/female relationship also broke up. After the “I was there with you” I began to imagine what it was like to actually be in the toxic relationship.

My hope is the sadness of this song is conveyed and there is no glamor or coolness associated whatsoever with using hard drugs. Specifically, heroin kills and ruins lives. I know this song can be interpreted as being about cocaine too, and yes, my stance is that addiction to cocaine and any drug is thoroughly not cool and not glamorous. It is just plain sad and a waste of precious resources.

As a recording I enjoy the live aspect, the synthesizer in harmony with the acoustic guitars, and the capturing of lightning in a bottle.

“& Maybe You Will Find Some Peace” (Deadicated to Joanmanuel)

July 12, 2015

& maybe you will find some peace talking & listening to strangers in the rooms

& maybe you will find some peace dancing underneath the moon

Faces shadowed spirits fully nude

& maybe you will find some peace laughing with the loons

& maybe you will find some peace doing yoga in the park

& maybe you will find some peace in the clacking of the rails

& maybe you will find some peace whirling dhervishly developing dropping pearls

& maybe you won’t find some peace, but there is one thing I can tell

Your love is strong, the song is long, & you enjoy the casts they spell

Swollen hemorrgaging bemoaning an adolescent decision

Fried & baked yet still doesn’t taste so great

& maybe you will find some peace on the outside of yourself

Helping strangers walking sideways just before they fell

& maybe peace is something reserved for stones of grave

& maybe just maybe Love can truly save

 

“Stream of Nonsenseness”

June 5, 2015

I.

Joes & Jills

guts & spills

hearts asunder

boys they wonder

girls they plunder

grins & jeers

rational fears

moments broken wide open

II.

infirmary beds

nurse’s white keds

squeaks of sneaks

rainbows in the forest

arguing over the nation’s poorest

the rainbows laugh

coughing up musical baths

“The Trestle” (acoustic demo)

June 4, 2015

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(Keith acoustic demo)

(1st Verse)

Can’t  forget those times that we shared

Simpler days when everything was fast

Hanging on the trestle with no cares

Wung that bottle and hit that sleeping bag

Down by the catwalk drooling stares

Didn’t realize it then, but those moments still last

(chorus)

Walking carefully, watching out for the gaps

Testing the wood, with nimble toe taps

Crossing the trestle, with cigarette packs

Swinging our legs, as we tried to figure out the facts

And then there was that one time when I fell through the cracks

(2nd  Verse)

Turn to the left, foliage

Turn to the right, Little Street bridge

Just a dangerous shortcut, for resilient kids

Went back there at night, with chicks and flipped our lids

Discovered each other, and laughs and tears

Burnt out and fucked up, for our formative years

(Chorus)

Walking carefully, watching out for the gaps

Testing the wood, with nimble toe taps

Crossing the trestle, with cigarette packs

Swinging our legs, as we tried to figure out the facts

And then there was that one time when you fell through the cracks

(3rd Verse)

Last time I was there I couldn’t cross the tracks

They put up chain links fences and blocked our path

Center Street and Second Street now just lacks

That joyful adventure of risking your back

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Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar

“My Little Leedle” (acoustic demo)

June 4, 2015

64 crayons deep

(1st verse)

stand up for yourself

let them know

that they

are worthy foes

show your teeth

& tame that tongue

i smell doom

in the minus

out of sorts

my little leedle

bonus boy

kiss

(chorus)

my love

my little leedle

keep the nightmare

to yourself

(2nd verse)

keep it stupid simple

out of sorts

the golden parachute

i smell doom

concerned citizens

excessive force

unworthy foes

keeping strange hours

show your teeth

disaffected speech

cylindrical slur

culpable culprits

disaffected tones

these days

running in the family

mumble mouth

(chorus)

my love

my little leedle

keep the nightmare

to yourself

(3rd verse)

running in the family

bad mouth

undoing the trauma

64 crayons deep

worn out welcomes

tried & true

exhibit b

perfect insanity

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

all good kids go to heaven

8 9 10 11 12

all bad kids go to hell

(chorus)

my love

my little leedle

keep the nightmare

to yourself

“Never Listen to an Idiot Full of Rage”

February 5, 2015

The Information Age

information junkies

getting off on facts

selling it by the stacks

using it & abusing it

if they could

they’d lube it

anything to get in

turning facts into a sin

they will fuck you

harass you

sell you by the pound

i have found

i really know nothing about The Information Age

never listen to an idiot full of rage

“Energy Kaleidoscope” (1991 2nd grade Mrs. Devito’s Class)

November 21, 2014

“Drink These Poems”

October 23, 2014

“Drink This Poem”

I.

I drink my song

Make love to wine

& sing my women

II.

I sing my wine

Drink my women

& make love to my song

III.

I listen to wine

Women stain my teeth

& my songs clutch me & scream out in ecstasy

IV.

Songs stain my ears

Wine stains my heart

& women make me tired

V.

I played the women

Loved the song

& the wine made my heart feel much better

VI.

I pissed out the women

Kissed the song

& learned the wine

VII.

The song got me laid

The women get me drunk

& the wine was the most mysterious

VII.

I’m all mixed up

Thanks to wine & women

Who sing me their song

———————————————————————————————————-

“Drink This Poem (Unmixed Up Version)”

I.

I drink my wine

Make love to women

& sing my song

II.

 I sing my song

Drink my wine

& make love to my women

III.

I listen to my songs

Wine stains my teeth

& my women clutch me & scream out in ecstasy

IV.

Songs stain my ears

Wine stains my heart

& women make me tired

V.

I played the song

Loved the women

& the wine made my heart feel much better

VI.

I pissed out the wine

Kissed the women

& learned the song

VII.

The women got me laid

The wine got me drunk

& the song was the most mysterious

VIII.

I’m not mixed up anymore

——————————————————————————————————-

“Drink The Poem (Unpossessive Version)

I.

Drink the song

Make love to wine

& Sing the women

II.

Sing the wine

Drink the women

& make love to the song

III.

Listen to the wine

Women stain teeth

&  songs clutch & scream out in ecstasy

IV.

Songs stain the ears

Wine stains the heart

& women make tired

V.

Played the women

Loved the song

& the wine made the heart feel much better

VI.

Pissed out the women

Kissed the song

& learned the wine

VII.

The song got laid

The women got drunk

& the wine was the most mysterious

VIII.

All mixed up

Thanks to wine & women

Who sing the song

“Sticky Note Sketches”

October 15, 2014
Consumed By Music

“Consumed By Music”

Crackhead

“Crackhead”

Flower Power

“Flower Power”

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

“Hear Ye, Hear Ye”

King Smo

“King Smo (and his ashtray home)”

No Time To Play

“No Time To Play”

Ten Pin Alley

“Ten Pin Alley”

Cheering On Death

“Action Movie (Cheering On Death)”

“Get Out of Jail Free”

October 14, 2014

When all your thoughts are broken

All your words misspoken

All your love left smoking

A crater in your heart

When all of that has happened

It’s time for a new start

Shackled hands are clapping

A row of inmates napping

Rehabilitated & ready to depart

“Cotton Tale”

October 14, 2014

patches of cabbage run rabid by rabbits

peter cannot feed her

but his cotton tail could not be any sweeter

barrels of carrots explode

“The Arrow Hearted”

October 3, 2014

the winds that blow

that change the climb

the arrow hearted

the stains of time

———————–

the innocent

the barely maimed

that one black thought

clouded & became rain

Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs

September 30, 2014

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  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 1- July 17th

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 2- Valentine’s Day (Love Song)

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 3 – As You Think

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 4 – Fortunate Cookies

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 5- Sing Me Down

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 6 – Sound Trapped

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 7 – Two

  Major Input – Live at The Vault: The Songs – Track 8 – Locus

*”Live at The Vault” is an early recording of songs practiced at Major Input’s practice space affectionately called, “The Vault”. Five of these songs would eventually make it to their much much much much much much better sounding studio release the “Fortunate Cookies EP”.

It’s not the best recording, the songs were still being worked out, and Joe Santo who added many parts to the songs wasn’t in the band yet, but it’s saved here for posterity. If nothing else, it is really nice to listen to Justin’s expert level drumming.

“Ever Afters” (Part One & Part Two) (acoustic demos)

June 5, 2014

electron microscope snowflake

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

in ever afters once upon a time long long ago

you were falling from the sky dressed as snow

while you were falling i was waiting tongue out & eyes closed

when you landed somewhere inside me my heart began to slow

you were melting changing sliding down my throat

now it’s hailing outside and i wanted you to know

in ever afters once upon a time long long ago

you were falling from the sky dressed as snow

 

Ever Afters (Part 1) – Music: Keith Corcoran

Ever Afters (Part 2): Music: Keith Corcoran and Joe Santo

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Acoustic Demos: Keith Corcoran

“Big Day” (inspired by Chris & Sandy)

June 3, 2014

Big Day

Daddy Gave His Daughter Away

Aisle Walked

I Do, I Do, We Did

Rings Slid

First Kiss

Big Day

First Dance

Romance

May You Always Enjoy Cake Together

May You Always Remember The Love You Felt On This Day

 

“Twinners”

May 22, 2014

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“Original Scan”

houndtoothed kaleidoscope

“Simian”

kaleidoscope scream

“Early Calvin Impression 1”

kaleidoscope scream 2

“Early Calvin Impression 2”

kaleidoscope brian

“Collideobri”

kaleidoscope eyes

“Br-eye-en”

bertcore and erniecore

“Bertcore & Erniecore”

“Very Altered Ego”

May 1, 2014

now that you’ve met me let me introduce you to my very altered ego

he’s not as nice, he sometimes bites, and might have lice

he growls, he snarls, he quarrels and never returns what he borrows

he’s real real mean never ever clean and always trying to show you something obscene

he prays with broken fingers in shattered glass with maniacal laughs

his tongue is green, his eyes are swirling, and his ears are folded

he has many scars from all the cars he’s been thrown out of

they crisscross his skin, protrude from within, his scabs are always flaking

his heart is made of old old gold, wait I meant, old old mold

but hey, at least he wears a tuxedo

 

 

“Loose Your Soul”

May 1, 2014

now is the time to loose your soul

get up shake & rattle them bones

completely in control of losing control

get down low on the flow and crow

 

“Ringling” (acoustic demo)

April 11, 2014

ringling “Ringling” (Thouret/Corcoran) (acoustic demo)

*This is a recording of a song that was first written on bass by Justin Thouret and then built up by the band we were in, Major Input. Justin showed me how to play it on bass and then wrote drums for it and the rest of the guys in Major Input then wrote their parts. I wrote these lyrics for it, but they were rejected in favor of reworking them, but that never happened before Justin’s passing. The song, which Major Input called “Justin’s Song”, turned into an instrumental. We never got to finish a proper full band studio version of the song before Justin passed away, although we do have a warts and all studio outtake.

(Verse 1)

You’re always ringling about

Some cosmic circus

Like you’re some victim of

The not so secret service

(Verse 2)

Your father lives in

The golden fortress

He’s disappointed

You don’t own horses

(Verse 3)

The air is twisting

Your tongue’s on fire

Your face was shifting

In the land’s water

“Drink This Song” (acoustic demo)

April 2, 2014

wine women and song

(1st Verse)

I drink my song

Make love to wine

& Sing my women

& Sing my women

I sing my wine

Drink my women

& make love to my song

& make love to my song

(chorus)

I’m all mixed up

I’m all mixed up

Thanks to wine & women

Thanks to wine & women

Who sing me their song

Who sing me their song

(2nd verse)

I listen to wine

Women stain my teeth

My  songs clutch me & scream out in ecstasy

My songs clutch me & scream out in ecstasy

Songs stain my ears

Wine stains my heart

& women make me tired

& women make me tired

(chorus)

I’m all mixed up

I’m all mixed up

Thanks to wine & women

Thanks to wine & women

Who sing me their song

Who sing me their song

(verse 3)

I played the women

Loved the song

& the wine made my heart feel much better

& the wine made my heart feel much better

I kissed the song

Pissed out the women

& the wine was the most mysterious

& the wine was the most mysterious

“Holy Terror”

February 25, 2014

“Day is Done” (acoustic demo)

February 21, 2014

day is done

(chorus)

day is, day is, day is done

done,  it’s done,  done, so done

day is, day is, day is done

done, it’s done, done,  so done

(verse 1)

day is done

in this part of the world

day is done

axis still twirls

(chorus)

day is, day is, day is done

done,  it’s done,  done, so done

day is, day is, day is done

(verse 2)

last chance to laugh

last chance to love

last chance to dance

in the muck

(chorus)

day is, day is, day is done

done,  it’s done,  done, so done

(verse 3)

day is done

eyes closed

don’t close your heart

when i go

(chorus)

day is, day is, day is done

(verse 4)

some last words

one last grasp

pour out that heart

empty hour glass

 

“Day is Done”

February 20, 2014

some last words

one last grasp

pour out that heart

empty hour glass

last chance to laugh

last chance to love

last chance to dance

in the muck

day is done

at least in this part of the world

day is done

axis continues to twirl

day is done

my eyes closed

don’t close your heart

just because I went cold

“Tonya Bologna”

January 15, 2014

Tonya Bologna was having a nightmare. She was walking around the top floor of what she thought was a fraternity house. For a second she thought it could’ve been a sorority house, but then she got distracted…

She saw a full length mirror. She stopped and looked into it. To her surprise, instead of a reflection she saw two tall buildings scraping the sky, standing proud, almost mocking. She then saw two commercial airplanes headed towards them. The first one bounced right off, did a back flip, and then a quick one hundred and eighty degrees before flying away leaving a glorious trail of rainbow behind.

The second plane missed the buildings and flew straight up like a dolphin taking a five second vacation into its version of outer space. Man’s metal bird then came down like a dolphin reentering its atmosphere, but then went right back up again. This time Orville and Wilbur’s invention did two loop de loops before making a killer bee line towards Tonya Bologna. The plane nose shattered the mirror and protruded, but that is all that would cross over. Upon furthur inspection Tonya could see the pilot inside the cockpit (not slang for a flesh flower) was a dog. Tonya could see the mutt mouthing inaudible woofs.

Tonya whipped her blonde, black, brunette and red purse in a violent turn away from the mirror, but in effect smacking the nose and pushing it back to the other side. She then looked into the cracked mirror and could only see her reflection this time. Problem was, she had no eyes in the reflection. She scratched her head at this paradox of seeing herself with no eyes, shrugged it off and this time turned away in pacifistic manner.

The smell reminded her of where she was. Not the typical half-finished red Solo cups of yeast urine left over from beer pong with some being converted into Viking funerals for Joe Camel and The Marlboro Man’s closest friends, but another smell. A worse smell. The worst smell. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but Tonya did smell some freshman sorostitute’s V-Card being lost.

Just as Tonya began to think, “Not this dream again!” her alarm clock showed its teeth again and not backing down began to bark-bark-bark, bark-bark-bark. She wanted to snooze, but she knew she would be late for her Creative Writing: Fiction class.

On her commute to school she heard from somewhere behind her eyes, “Damn repression/Damn wish-fulfillment/Damn Freud/Damn damn/Darn!”

Her professor was the kind of professor not really worried about realism at all. Angels could come down, take the protagonist, empty him dry and place him back at the bar where he could get sotted again. He was more interested in the drama, the suspense. He also had a wonk neck.

He had once told the class: “The name of the game is manipulation of the reader.”

Tonya arrived at class running low on oxygen from the run from the park by Alexandria Library where all the commuters can get two free hours of parking a day. She thought to herself, “I’ve got to start smoking cigarettes.”

It was her day to read the story she had come down with. She was nervous and red faced and incommunicable to most of her classmates in their own worlds while she sputtered. To help her she reverted to fetallica and resorted to the classic ‘picture everybody naked’ treat or trick that helps her ease her mind. She was surprised the professor had nipple and armpit rings. This made her smile and she could finish.

The story was over and the cohorts hated it. They made faces of disgust, confusion, and bemusement. Then, collective conscious was proven true as the entire class frowned and showed Tonya Bologna where the ceiling was by pointing to it with their middled fingers. A smile at the recognition that they all just bonded in their mutual hatred for Tonya Bologna and her uncreative fiction ran free.

Professor Ozdyed shot up out of his seat, scratched both of his armpits, and screamed at the class to, “Settle up! Settle up ev’ry bodhi, settle up!” They rebelled, settled down and stagnated.

Now that the class was silent, Professor O walked over to Tonya Bologna and used his snake tongue to whisper a message past Tonya’s ear bongos. He hissed:

“Duplication of reality is not the same as representing reality.”

“Singing Eeep, Bop, Eeep, Bop, Bop”

January 14, 2014

Spaghetti on the wall

Creepy crawling falling into a ball

Round and spinning

Bowling pinning

Strike that match

Watch the turkeys hatch

Gobble the giblets

Ogle the piglets

As the ducks quack

The farmer’s hands crack

The cows chew the cud

Flora begin to bud

There is work to be done

For the enlightening sun

Time and love and women and nature

Intoxicants and struggle and beauty and satyrs

Everything thrown together, what a mess, clean it later

Got the croc on the dial talking about the gator

Monsters from the past meet the monsters from the future

The wounds will stop bleeding if you get a suture

Scars on the mind just making it stronger

They weren’t big enough so I made them longer

Vibrations in my ear turning into a song or

Anything I want because I control what enters this head

Listening to the fruits of the flute higher feelings rising and I’m fed

And with this ring, to you I thee wed

Love brings us together to share this bed

We sleep, we dream, we rest, we recharge, we enmesh

We touch, we feel, we grope, we grab, we cherish

We sweat, we work, we stop, we play, we pray, we give thanks

Down by the river of the hanky pank where the bull frogs jump from bank to bank

Singing, “Eeep, bop, eeep, bop, bop, skiddle, diddle, kernel, POP”

“Fortunate Cookies” by Major Input

September 11, 2013

fortunate_cookies_frayed edges (Major Input)

(The verses for the verses were created by standing in a circle and cracking open fortune cookies)

(Verse One)
Someone is speaking well of you
People are drawn to you and look for your advice
Encourage me and I will not forget you
No one is standing in your way anymore
(Verse Two)
One must dare to be himself
No matter how frightening or strange that self may prove to be
Over prepare then go with the flow
Dessert can make you happy
(Chorus)

Fortunate Cookies, Cracked and Gobbled
Fortunate Cookies, A message inside
Fortunate Cookies, Whacked and Hobbled
Fortunate Cookies, Telling Insights

(Verse Three)

Sun rise time flies and shadows fall
Let time go by Love is the forever All
Emotions hinder your true self
Perhaps you are focusing too much on spending

(Verse Four)

People make plans fate makes the plan successful
Romance stirs your heart share it with others
Cookies go stale fortunes are forever
Cookies go stale things fall apart
Cookies go stale fortunes are forever
Cookies go stale it all comes apart

(Chorus)

Fortunate Cookies, Cracked and Gobbled
Fortunate Cookies, A message inside
Fortunate Cookies, Whacked and Hobbled
Fortunate Cookies, Telling Insights

 

Keith Corcoran: Bass Guitar
Evan Darragh: Rhythm Guitar/Backup Vocals
Ryan Gresh: Rhythm Guitar/Lead Vocals
Joseph Santo: Lead Guitar
Justin Thouret: Drums

Music: Major Input
Lyrics: Golden Dragon/Corcoran/Darragh/Gresh/Thouret

Recorded, Engineered and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics by: Daniel Lyons

“Two” (acoustic demo)

June 25, 2013

two dollar bill  (Evan, Keith, & The Wolf practice before “The Capo Brothers Showcase at Espresso Joe’s” on 10-08-2016)

(verse 1)

alone in the pasture i waited for you

couldn’t believe my eyes when you eclipsed my view

so scared I didn’t know what to do

in my heart, bones, & mind i knew these moments were few

(chorus)

that’s the moment, that’s the moment, we became two

that’s the moment, that’s the moment, we became two

(verse 2)

one is fun for a minute or two

time piles up, singles collide never sticking like glue

always waiting for that moment when one becomes two

(chorus)

this is the moment, this is the moment, one of those few

this is the moment,  this is the moment, one of those few

(bridge)

shooting stars & local bars

parking lots & forget-me-nots

liquid kisses, tastes delicious

two tongues twisting, coexisting

(verse 3)

it’s been years now i wipe my brow thinking about all we’ve been through

you’re my one, i’m your one tethered together just two fools

(chorus)

this moment, that moment,  is waiting for you

this moment, that moment,  is waiting for you

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Acoustic Demo: Keith Corcoran/unamplified electric bass guitar/vocals, Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar, Rob Wolfenden/bongos

“Chasing the Sun” (acoustic demo)

June 25, 2013

IMG_2505  (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos)

(Keith acoustic demo)

(Verse 1)

We’re dusting this town from our shoes

Roll down the window sing a song or two

Where we go and what we do

Doesn’t  matter as long as i have you

(Chorus)

On the highway chasing the sun

Making sure to have some fun

Pay the tolls and fill the tank

Push the gas and then the brakes

(Verse 2)

Turn the signals, put on the lights

We lost the sun, but we found the night

It’s getting dark, it’s getting dangerous

We can do this with good directions

We can do this with each other

We can do this just you and me

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

We can cut through the night like a warm butter knife

We can go and get married and make you my wife

I’ll be your loving man, your husband

We can shake the tree, enjoy the fruits of life

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)

The sun broke the night and we made it there alright

We never went fishing and we never caught a bite

Roll up the windows, get out the car

And end this song

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/acoustic bass and Evan Darragh/vocals/acoustic guitar

 

“Disclose”

June 20, 2013

reveal

publish

display

expose

divulge

make known

sensitive information

disclose

“Inward Erosion”

June 17, 2013

manic panic

shocked, bleached, & colored

sitting on the stoop

forearms on knees

head buried

tired

of being

that way

random thoughts

a fuzzy collection

numerous simultaneous connections

create pensation

a mood attached to every thought

fought fought won lost

each line holds an idea

that line held the idea that each line holds an idea

four memories crashing into each other

four photographs shuffle

& fold

a candle is blown out

three heartbeats & a baboom

inward erosion

“Mish-Mash & Mismatch”

June 17, 2013

dirty boy misdeeds

clean man believes

a response to responsibility

finally finally stability

nine years of fool hearty party

shadows triple & ripple

then finally become solid

time to focus on the wallet

a realistic idealistic

no longer a twisted mystic

auras ramshackle fields of magnets

in infrared dreams the seams

give way to hyperspace beams

a golden glow of forgiving charitable Love

uncovered, discovered, & unencumbered

aphrodisiac maniac

institutional art darts while eyes bull

in an effervescent immutable om

mediocrity mentioned & misappropriated

funds fun fecund fun

everyone deserves a ponytailed girl

i smell my pupils

i see my ears

i taste your touch

i feel your fears

i hear your mind

thinking through doors

oft not on

a binary qualm

an irresistible digit

fidgets with my ten toe nails

a lake has devoured

the bikes of the young

a lake keeps the memories

amongst catfish tails, whiskers, & gills

a cowboy drowned

a frozen state skated

a rope swing cut down

in parental consternation

a burp-a-lurp

& hub-bub-bub

expel the gaseous remnants of food

Halloween on the clock

& a boy’s scared etchings

a little to the right

of the left hemisphere pressings

dumbfounded for conversation

what’s hypnotic to me

is boring to you

a wrecked tangle triangulated to better zoom

sounds mish-mash & mismatch

a glee of glam clubbed & rhymed

digging the quantum field

shoveling the electric shield

bombs of Love parachute out spine

dispersing the Divine

a heart so open it rivals the ocean

“Watering the Divine Seed”

June 13, 2013

watering the divine seed within us all

may take time & diligence

but i won’t fall

i may stumble

but i won’t fall

one droplet at a time

from the clouds clearing in my head

one droplet at a time

my skin begins to shed

& as i slither across

the morning dew grass

i wonder where i’ll snake off to next

i’ll turn into a bird now

& fly through the sky

embracing every droplet

my seed begins to cry

when your seed begins to cry

you realize you’re not dry

quenched you’ll go on

for another try

“Breathe Easy”

June 13, 2013

breathe easy my friend

the sun is our friend again

breathe easy my friend

the fire is out

breathe easy my friend

the fire’s ablaze

breathe easy

“Like Walking Into A Beehive”

June 7, 2013

in this world of kill or be killed

codes for life are spilt & spilled

hearts turn frozen, chill to chilled

charles sees animals, overseer sees wills

choices of voices

electricity in our skulls

behind our eyeballs

listening to our souls

hemispheres push & pull, push & pull

i hate shootin’ ’em anyway

fuckin’ bloody furry messiness

pickin’ up brains

just spray paint them next time

split decisions

visions inner

golden at best

pouring into our heart

not located in our chest

“Caring for Those Who Are Scared of Imaginary Holes”

June 7, 2013

floor is collapsing

all in the mind

brain is different

than yours or mine

a black & white checkerboard

each black spot a bottomless pit

if that is you how saw it

you too would be scared as spit

“Looser”

June 7, 2013

loose your cool

turn into a fool

blown top time

exposed brain rhymes

jester gestures

painted fingers mock

gumbyed head

turns into blocks

as pokey dots and trots

cool is gained

back under control

time for chillin

heat is frozen into refreshing cold

“Watch The Tree Show”

May 29, 2013

 You

Once Asked

Me To Come Over

To Sit Outside And Watch

“The Tree Show”

That Cracked Me Up More Than

You’ll

Ever

Know

                                                                    

 

 

THE END.

“Two 80’s Babies”

May 29, 2013

80s-babies

“Puppet of Love”

May 22, 2013

pull the strings

i’ll do your bidding

make me dance

arms all swinging

mouth will drop

your voice sings out

i am your puppet

there is no doubt

i see my master

behind the curtain

the world’s a stage

for love and hurtin’

a round of applause

for my master

heaven

is what they’re after

curtain closes

marionette slumps

strings no longer pulled

master’s sacred heart pumps & triumphs

“As You Think” by Major Input

May 17, 2013

as you think (frayed edges) final copy (Major Input)

 

(Verse One)
The wallpaper is moving
Fingered vibrations grooving
Keys unlocking bridges and music
If you can’t choose it lose it
(Chorus)
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
(Verse Two)
Flowing like water on the stone
Forgotten like everything I have known
Glowing like it’s just been shown
If you’re listening to this you’re not alone
 (Chorus)
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
I’m not as crazy as you think I am
We’re not as crazy as you think
(Bridge)
(Verse Three)

It was what it was but now it isn’t
Time to get ready for the next mission
Finally found what’s been missing
Never forget what you’ve been given

Keith Corcoran – Bass Guitar/Lead Vocals
Evan Darragh – Rhythm Guitar
Ryan Gresh – Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Backup Vocals
Joseph Santo – Lead Guitar
Justin Thouret – Drums

Gang Vocals: Major Input plus Joe Alluto and Chris Corcoran

Music: Major Input
Lyrics: Keith Corcoran

Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics by: Dan Lyons

 

“Locus” by Major Input

May 9, 2013

locus_DL

  (Major Input)

(Intro)
I think back to what I once had
Things are going my way it ain’t that bad
I’ve been up and I’ve been down
I’ve been lost and I’ve been found
But no matter how far out I’ll turn around
 (Chorus)
 Can’t erase it but I can replace it
Ain’t gonna fake it just gonna shake it
Falling out all over like a chili dog
Rolling around the mess like a happy hog
Furthur and furthur as we roll along
Smiling in your ear like a happy song
 (Verse Two)
Breaking like eggs just yolking
Peep the show for a token
We gotta go done stroking
Heard that you’re still broken
Never ever ever stop hoping
Dream is over I’m awoken
(Chorus)
Can’t erase it but I can replace it
Ain’t gonna fake it just gonna shake it
Falling out all over like a chili dog
Rolling around the mess like a happy hog
Furthur and furthur as we roll along
Smiling ear to ear like a happy song
(Verse Three)
The show Is over time to focus
Magic is smoke and mirrors
Light is the locus
Light is the locus
Light is the locus
Locus, Locus
Locus
(Outro)
I think back to what I once had
Things are going my way it ain’t that bad
I’ve been up and I’ve been down
I’ve been lost and I’ve been found
But no matter how far out I’ll turn around

 

Keith Corcoran: Bass Guitar/Lead Vocals
Evan Darragh: Rhythm Guitar/Group Vocals
Ryan Gresh: Lead Guitar/Rhythm Guitar/Group Vocals
Joseph Santo: Lead Guitar
Justin Thouret: Drums/Harmony Vocals/Scream Vocals

Music: Major Input
Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by: Joseph Santo and Ryan Gresh
Mastered by: John Rogers

Illustrated Lyrics: Daniel Lyons

 

“Better Act Now” (acoustic demo)

May 9, 2013

IMG_2760 (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Take 1)

(Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Take 2)

(Keith acoustic demo)

I.

everything that was dear to me

seemed to have  just disappeared

so many chances i wish i took

changes, future

future, changes

so many glances, i wish i looked

a lot of chances i should have took

a tear to make it wetter

a laugh to make it better (haha haha haha haha)

II.

the real estate of love has been bought, sold, and mortgaged

a doe stuck in a deer path

but, your kindness there hasn’t been a shortage

sometimes you forget to do the math

the color of love is anything but blue & grey & black

III.

i don’t live my life in what could have been

when there’s so much that i haven’t seen

i’ve felt every emotion from hate to joy

there’s a fine line between create & destroy

going around  a circle, like a spoke in a wheel

tire is flat,  put it in the sink  & see what’s the deal

follow the air, get out the patch & get ready to peel

IV.

there’s space available in my real estate

better act now, no time to wait

there’s space available in my real estate

better act now, no time to wait

there’s space available in my real estate

better act now, no time to wait

V.

better act now, better act now

better act now, better act now

better act now, better act now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now now now

now now

 

Music: Keith Corcoran/acoustic guitar and Evan Darragh/acoustic bass

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

 

 

“Sing Me Down” (acoustic demo)

May 6, 2013

Casey Daddy Holmdel Park (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Sing Me Down)

(Keith acoustic demo)

 

(1st verse)

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I won the race

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I earned a face

Sing me down o’ sing me down, in this tight space

Sing me down o’ sing me down, thank you for your grace

(Chorus)

I never knew love like this before

I never knew love like this before

I never knew love like this before

(2nd verse)

Sing me down o’ sing me down, things are getting bright

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I’m ready to see the light

Sing me down o’ sing me down, in the middle of the night

Sing me down o’ sing me down, everything’s gonna be alright

(Bridge)

Hold me, feed me, bring me up

Wash me, clean me, fill my cup

Love me, teach me, show me what’s up

Up, Up, Up

Up, Up, Up, Up

(x3)

(3rd verse)

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I’ve just been born

Sing me down o’ sing me down, welcome to the world

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I feel so weak

Sing me down o’ sing me down, I can’t even speak

(Chorus)

I never knew love like this before

I never knew love like this before

I never knew love like this before

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Dining Room Demos: Keith Corcoran/lead vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar/backup vocals

“Sound Trapped” (acoustic demo)

April 19, 2013

sound trapped  (Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos –  Sound Trapped – Take 1)

(Evan & Keith – Dining Room Demos – Sound Trapped – Take 2)

(verse 1)

there’s a sound trapped in my head

crept in one day won’t leave ’til i’m  dead

it hums it hums it whistles too

it bounces around i think it’s blue

electric sparks love surpreme

energy’s gone end of dream

flicker flicker jump-start my heart

it’s time to live again and do my part

(chorus)

huh-um, it’s time to live again (x4)

(verse 2)

I sold my soul to the life I found & paid my debt in full

When everything was feeling push, you were my pull

When I wasn’t square, you made me round

When I was fist, you made me pound

When I was silent, you made me sound

(chorus)

huh-um, it’s time to live again (x4)

(bridge)

(chorus)

huh-um, it’s time to live again (x4)

 

Music: Evan Darragh

Lyrics: Keith Corcoran and Evan Darragh

Dining Room Demos – Take 1: Keith Corcoran/acoustic guitar/backing vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar/lead vocals

Dining Room Demos – Take 2: Keith Corcoran/acoustic bass/backing vocals and Evan Darragh/acoustic guitar/lead vocals

“Notes”

April 19, 2013

“Notes”

 

The Theme Is Egypt

Rain, Sleet, Shit, or Snow

It was never Stefani, which means No Doubt

Turn your new born poem into a baby

Glow Lab

An ointment in my language

Just surviving isn’t enough!!!

So…sing to me

Dripping

We all write the SAME POEM…from different angles…and from different words

The Void

To My Creator!

I Sing Me a Song!

I write e-mails, but sometimes I don’t send the e-mails

Peanut Gallery-“Send it!”

Elephants are associated with fertility

Studying Buddhist Art in India

Be pleasantly surprised if something I so desired manifested itself

I want, seek, desire, to change perception

1.If you think life is beautiful, it is

2.If you think life is ugly, it is

3.If you think there is no GOD, there is

4.If you think there IS GOD, there IS

This is my first time at Mayhem

2100 AD-Tubes of Pringles Nano-Chips

No more dismissing the worried and paranoid

The only Amazon left is selling books online

Let’s just leave the Middle East & Invest in Windmills…Air

Spark a conversation about conservation

I want my kids to at least have the option to die old

Memorize the Kama Sutra Use it, Reuse it, and Recycle it

Rainbow Reflection

Sky has

Globs of male pubic hair

Remnants of the party

Call out to nymphs

Bitches let’s cleanse this

Thinking he needed to squint to behold her beauty

Puff puff but no pass

Love was never rolled so tightly

My extraordinary love poem

We need to fall in love

You asked if I meant with each other and I said, “No.”

This is the stuff textbooks are made of…

Harvest our ability to harvest love

Lovetology Religion

Maybe you’re right, “We should make rivers flow up hills”

Underwear to bar

Made into a smallish, decorative pillow for my cat

Synthetic fabric

Pimples on butt cheeks

Hey, did YOU, take a pair of MY underwear?

You danced over

Beat the heart of Bourbon Street

America

Soulful concrete street

America walked by too drunk to notice

I can teach you to write a poem about yourself that will be beautiful

America

Too selfish, too stupid, too greedy, too racist, too drunk to notice

In the beginning

Did not treat me like a whore

Kiss the inside of my lips

When I scream your name out as you put me in you

Just fuck me or give me a drink

Give me solace in your hips and…

Make me apologize

In exchange for an ethereal

You can barely tolerate my sex

No more celibate love letters or slutty suicides

HOMEWORK: DO ANOTHER PERSON’S POEM

Poking artificial third eyes whose contacts feel faded

Child from third eye cataracts

Outlast any copper top

You couldn’t kill me if Tarantino penned your rebuttal

Force Monks

Give crews strength that replace the crucifix

Love Poem

By stages

I search through black faces to find yours

Powerpoint Presentation Poetry

I smothered my heart as I usually do

Let me use your tongue ring

You do your tongue thing

Her back blown out like a flat tire

Her eyes began to pour like Gatorade on a winning coach

I think you know me

Why?

If you can’t understand my motives then you are certainly not allowed to be my friend or let alone lover

You know nothing about me

Other than appearance

Painting something about it

That’s even better

Sometime between 1:23 and 13:23 in the afternoon

Something about going inside myself reminds me of masturbation

I thought it would be funny to put all the exit signs on the entrances

Not ready

It’s an idea

Dismantle the patriarchy

Keeping her in the home

Hearth in home

Book of Blank Stare

Saint

Mental breakdown

Mental breakdance

Free gospel church

Not boy crazy

I found poetry and spilled

Daddy

There was a problem

Rather than live lonely I fucked some bucketheads

I fell in love with myself

Pure in every sense

Went back to

Our Good Lord

Turned off

Turned off my radio

SECOND ROUND

Multiple pieces

No trilogies or director’s cuts

Your welcome wonderful

I’ve been in love before

But not with something real

Your eyes rolled up in fists and fucked my soul up

You’re welcome

Flow out of me and catch the heartache

Mystic

Dyslexically trifle

I’ll say things albino like…

Dipped in polar bear farts

Skeeter’s Skin

Cool

Areola Borealis

Northern headlights

In Heaven, so you can have it Yahweh

Spaceship to Venus out Leggos and Lincoln Logs

I have a trust fetish

Mountain Deuce

Someone always has to be that last person to clap

Abortion clinic: Eggs over easy

Jaded

DMB rap song

Mad fluent in French, What!

Love All

Ipod squad peeps

Cingular for life-represent

As you become regulars we start to curse at you

Thought creates reality

Keep screaming and it’s bound to happen

I am the greatest of our time

Illuminate forever

MC’s want to be See Em’s

I’ll battle any of GOD’s objects

Nobody told my mother why

That which gave me breath tried to take it away

Only my reflection can stop me now

I’m sorry if you think it is greed, apparently, you haven’t seen all of the mouths I have to feed

Illuminae

The lifting darkness

Dream poem

Baboon!

Two people in the back began to fuck silently

They are NOT removed

Dane: 8-9-10-11, you were a psychic

Ska

I’m out on a limb holding your heart in my hand

I’m hoping the girls who like poetry just might love poets too

Janelle-from the Arabic word Gismah

I was meant to find you

For a guy

I’m trapped within acrylic and silence

An infinite supply of sarcasm and laughter

Evolution-one smooth corporate takeover of nature

Bloody kisses saturate spandex

The pumpkin picking oath

The corporate junkies love an exotic looking white girl

When I die I want to be buried with sunflower seeds in my hands

Everyone who has wanted to…

I am all dressed up for a war

I pissed on my moccasins when I was drunk

Basketball poem

I once danced alone to a cockroach playing a saxophone

Admirable, shy, and nerdy in delight

Your frame of Geek

You’re the only dark I can never leap

You’re my baby

One

Kicks knowledge to the hoodrats

Poetry, women, sexist

Surrealist

Now all he does is write and you call him a poet

I tried to break up over the phone, but she always answered it

No saw can cut through True Love

Passion for the Slam

My heart finds diamonds in the rough

the dark knight

Virgo with a word flow

I know y’all are broke, that’s why I’m here to fix things

Verbal Mayhem Training Ground

You don’t want to be the best poet to work for Fed-ex, couldn’t you move me up to U.P.S.

You can’t virgin a pussy poet

What is an open mic w/o a piece that bashes Love?

Love is a bitch that wears red stilettos

Every Tuesday at 9 p.m.

*a Cento form poem 


**This poem is called “Notes” because the following “Verbal Mayhem” after November 7th 2006 I literally took the notes from my notebook I was taking at Mayhem and put them in chronological order as they appeared throughout the night.

Every word that appears in this poem appeared in my notebook that night. This poem is basically every finger snappable line I heard that first night. Sorry if my ears heard things wrong or for the scarce notes that I have added for whatever reason. A very special thanks to all of the Verbal Mayhemmers that inspired this poem, as this really is their poem.

I enjoy the concept of bringing us all together collectively as a group as one. One Love. 

“Our Eureka Poem” (A Brian and Keith Collaboration)

April 19, 2013

*originally made on a typewriter*

jdkls keith isn’t there a sheet i look at?

create function experiment with brain damage dominate rationality provide everyone orgasms a-ha eureka your mind experiences subconscious masturbation stimulate the fantastic blank canvas

A special gift from heaven

relax abandon shift change undress retire and finally quit smoking

its funny how the design on the sheets will make you look a certain age

“The Final Exam”

April 19, 2013

(one participant’s perspective)

An Ode To Chelsea Palermo & Tim  Ziegler’s Brighton Bar ‘Final Exam’ Poetry & Music Event 02/13/2011

1.

‘Big Rock Candy Mountain’ Opener

Next A Song ‘Bout Hippie Fest & Jest  at Hofmann’s Baby

In Maine He Explained

& Handed Out Free “Idiom” Literary Magazines

2.

Alex, I Think, If Name’s Messed Up Not To Offend

Chelsea The Hostess’  High School Friend

Skies & Scarecrows Silhouette  Buds With Painted Bends

3.

Colt In Aquatic

Last Valentine’s Day Fall

Keller Neurotic

Beautiful Love Songs

4.

Glenn Works With Greg & Can Surely See

His Paintings Are Jagged Beautiful & Free

Moonlight Backyard Shed Lit Grand Art

Lion Cowers Arrowed Bite

Bright With Extravagant Transcendent Sight

Apples Houndtoothed In Sky Blue Window Flow

Glenn Knows, Oh Ho Ho, How Glenn Knows

5.

Sarcastic Valentiner Breathing Poem Of Silly Hate

He’s Just Joking, Relax ,Gestate

 

6.

Crookdale Greg On Bass & Tribal Friend On 21st Century Drums

Worldwide Sounds

Rocks & Socks & Hums

7.

Chelsea Waits In The Cold Cold Ground

Chronicling Dylan

With Her Son & Shel

Child’s Memory Imparts

  Don’t Dare Eat A Quarter

Because It’s Made Of Lead

& If So

…Dead

Amazing Little Boy

Just Like His Mommy

Love They Spread

8.

Celebrity Gossip

A Joan Rivers Harangue

Montague Plastic

Cobain’s Daughter’s Eyes Fantastic

9.

Tattered Dress Girl

Tattoos Peeking Boo

You Were Friends With Jesus Man

Our Darling’s Love Shattered Through

10.

Flannelled Tim, 

Hazlet Multiplex Co-Worker & Friend

Eating Pizza, Collecting The Bread

Played The Lin & Sang The Beautiful Trend

Mumford

A Sign Of The Times

Mr.Ziegler You Were Incredible

Good To See You  Again

11.

Annie So Kind

Art Til The End

Wrap Up That Neck

Wrap Up That Gem

Beautify Head Supporters

Neck Laced Friends

12.

A Gay Kid Read Poetry

& Played Beautiful Classical Piano Too

Classied Up The Joint

For A Minute Or Two

14.

Who Were Those Girls On The Synth & The Mand?

Skinny Skinny Girl Stringer Plucker 

Stating Stay Stay Stay

To Avoid One Night Stand

15.

Big Big Girl Wondering Same Exact Thing

If Alcohol Wasn’t Involved

Would There Even Be This Fling?

Another Query

Mystery Man

That Guitar She Gave You

Do You Still Use It?

Or Is It Also Left Lonely On The Stand?

16.

Big Fat Beautiful Lesbian Love

Ukulele Propositions & Dread

Colorful Punks & Hippies

Wild Harmonies That Wed

17.

Electric Blue Haired Girl

Wig Or For Real?

Either Way

I Like The Way It Makes Me Feel

18.

Charlie The Doorman

Plastic Sky Blue Nazi Helmet On His 3 Year Old Daughter’s Head

What in the world are you thinking man?

Metallica & Mario Cloths Warming The Fam

Baby’s Momma Won’t Wed You, Make Love To You, But Won’t Let You Go

JFK’s Newspaper From The Day He Was Shot In His Head

He Found It Stuffed Between Floorboards On A Carpentering Gig

He’s A Bass Man, A Door Man, & The Owner Of The Brighton Bar’s Childhood Friend

He’s Warm & Smiling & His Band Is On The Mend

He Gives You Hugs & Kisses On Your Hand

Depending On Your Age

Everybody’s Allowed Into The Brighton Bar

On This Charity Sunday

 

 

“First Peanuts Comic Strip Ever 1950”

August 1, 2012

“Man’s Best Friend?”

July 31, 2012

“Work Like You Don’t Need The Money, Love Like You’ve Never Been Hurt…”

July 31, 2012

“At the Hop”

June 6, 2012

“Casey Clones”

June 6, 2012

The truth of what lies behind the doors of this historical Matawan,NJ residence…

“The Loves Of My Life”

June 6, 2012

“Sing Me Down” (inspired by my son on the day he was born)

September 28, 2011

sing me down

 i’ve just been born

sing me down

for my former home i’m forlorn

sing me down

i can’t even speak

sing me down

these eyes can’t even leak

sing me down

sing me down

and bring me up

change me

console me

hold me

and finally

show me where those booby sandwiches at

“In a Womb Alone”

September 12, 2011

a little boy

in a womb alone

a little boy

with a cord, but no phone

kicking twisting stretching

getting ready for the bright light of life

a scream to awaken the dream

a cut & splatter

welcome to the world of matter

you decide what matters

an unknown to be shown

a smile to unfold

a  baby to hold

a mixture of codes unloads

a lifetime of unconditional love

“Picniks”

August 25, 2011

“Look Around”

January 19, 2011

“Look Around”

1.

Well You Can Dance On Fire

With A Simple Joy

You Can Test The Verdict

And Jet On Down The Breeze

Max Out With The Freaks

Wail With A Legend

Her Hair Can Be Aflame

No Biggie When It Gets Frosty

& You Can Feel The Blue Steel

While The Sun Bursts

2.

Hit The Man With The Heart

Get On Board Toward The Barbecue

It’s Funtime In America!

So Grab The Remote Control

Watch The Cable’s Vision

It’s Wonka With Sticky Pixies

& James Dean The American Dream

Red Jacket, White Shirt, Blue Jeans

    slow down

                     Or You’ll Bleed, Bleed, Bleed

3.

We’re East Of Eden

Under A Raging Bull

The Chinese Have Trapped US

They Don’t Believe In Finger Food

It’s Easier Than You Think

On An Autumnal Leaf

Golden Inside

                What A Relief

4.

The Driver Has Screwed Us

The Hammer Must Come Down

& Smash The Statements Enclosed

In Closing

Look Around

————————————————————————————————————————————————

“Look Around”

1. Well You Can Dance On Fire

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

2. With A Simple Joy

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

3. You Can Test The Verdict

4. And Jet On Down The Breeze

5. Max Out With The Freaks

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

6. Wail With A Legend

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

7. Her Hair Can Be Aflame

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

8. No Biggie When It Gets Frosty

9. & You Can Feel The Blue Steel

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

10. While The Sun Bursts

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

———————————————————-

11. Hit The Man With The Heart

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

12. Get On Board Toward The Barbecue

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

13. It’s Funtime In America!

14. So Grab The Remote Control

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

15. Watch The Cable’s Vision

16. It’s Wonka With Sticky Pixies

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

17. & James Dean The American Dream

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

18. Red Jacket, White Shirt, Blue Jeans

19.  slow down

20.                  Or You’ll Bleed, Bleed, Bleed

——————————————————————————————–

21. We’re East Of Eden

22. Under A Raging Bull

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

23. The Chinese Have Trapped US

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

24. They Don’t Believe In Finger Food

25. It’s Easier Than You Think

26. On An Autumnal Leaf

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

27. Golden Inside

28.What A Relief

29.The Driver Has Screwed Us

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

30. The Hammer Must Come Down

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

31. & Smash The Statements Enclosed

by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

32. In Closing

33. Look Around

Taken by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

* Inspired by Evan Darragh & Sean Otterbine’s Living Room

*Written January 18th 2011

*All photos courtesy of Evan Darragh & Sean Otterbine for letting me come back the next day to take pics. Unfortunately, Dave Darragh and his Vinnie Testeverde Jersey or the Febreeze  bottle were nowhere to be found.

“Found Poem” by Google Search

January 18, 2011

photo by Keith William Corcoran’s Kyocera

ARE THERE

are there aliens

are there any trillionaires

are there any tigers in africa

are there any vaccinations against cancer

Are There

“Swim Against the Pain”

December 21, 2010

I.

in these moments of madness

exuberant sadness

creeps like a dying dog

II.

fleas on their knees

begging you please

to suck your blood

III.

the river of life

flows through the veins

sadder than blue

bad if that’s true

swim against the pain

IV.

 don’t drown in frown

wait awhile for a smile

when it hits the ground

scoop up that pile

“Who Wrote This?”

January 19, 2010

So you think you are a poet

big brown hairy apples

small yellow bald broccoli

absurd & reasonless

eightheaded toad

*found this in my old college notebook. I didn’t write it, but I love it.

“Oh’d”

January 13, 2010

“Oh’d” by Keith William Corcoran

The clouds scatter and the name embedded is shown

Chalkdust torture, his actions could not be condoned

Poems bout toons taint telligent/Poems bout toons taint telligent/Poems bout…

The School doors fly open and out comes the anagrammatical brat skatin’

Working man takes off his plutonium handling gear

Supermarket momma reads tabloids while the clerk scans what she rears

Go saxophone go! Forget the band and solo out of control, out the door, it’s time to go home!

The brat skates on, dodges the rod as he passes the local watering hole

Baby and mother act like each other and toot their own horns as they round the corner

They all converge at once (what a bunch!) although Dad is almost sent to the coroner

Couch gag missed more often than seen-cut to commercial and hock the American Dream

“Shared Hallucinations”

January 13, 2010

“Shared Hallucinations”

I.

Sit in a circle and avert your eyes

Listen intently, souls are expressing

Scribble down the who, how, whats and the whys

II.

“Can you repeat that?”-something is missing

Little puzzles are painted with our minds

These vignettes like keyholes keep us guessing

III.

Interpretations of various kinds

What part of their painting was the most vivid?

Shared hallucinations, the tie that binds

*Spring 2007

*Terza Rima form

“From A Random Unremembered Piece of Paper I Found Crumpled Up In My Own Handwriting”

January 13, 2010

 gardens growing gardens growing growing gardens

our lives are a serious joke

we love to cry, we love to die, we love to say goodbye

gardens growing gardens growing growing gardens

“Indeed Beautiful”

January 13, 2010

Love lost, love found, love hurts, love heals, love sounds

Like cats in heat. Oh wait, love can not be

Heard by human beings. Oh wait, that may

Have been a lie. Love sounds like air passing

Through my love’s teeth after being formed by

Tongues and teeth and throats and hearts and minds and

Uncountable souls that have made rules we must

Abide or else die from lack of a means

Of manipulating oxygen that

Is fuel for the firing of neurons

That release thoughts about the need to hear

That you are loved and indeed beautiful.

“Oo-Oo-E-E-Ah-Ers”

January 5, 2010

  For this creative exercise, (which I hope will tone my creative muscles), Professor Lara Tupper asked us to, “Map a place you know well.” For this workout I decided to pull a line from my second story to furthur explore. I feel that this will shape up fine.

The line I am referring to said this, “They don’t know that I had a childhood dream of playing right across the street from her house.”

The view from the dream is as if I’m standing in her driveway looking across the street at myself playing behind a bush. The drawing that was produced is a crude rendering of the elementary school both my love and I attended as prepubescents, Lloyd Road Elementary. The “view”, if you can call it that, is supposed to be a bird’s eye view from above Tracy’s home.

Tracy’s home is represented by the sloppy rectangle with the sloppy heart inside of it with the sloppy triangle representing a roof on top of it. There is an arrow protruding pointing to the spot where the dream took place when I was in second or third grade and attending the Road named after the Lloyd Family. However, the road in the scribbles that is supposed to be a drawing is not Lloyd, but rather Cambridge Drive.

In interpreting this drawing I have started at the closest layer to the observer, Tracy’s Mom’s house, otherwise known as Patty’s Home. I then mentioned the road. The closest object, and perhaps the only clearly identifiable object in this ink vomit is a patrol car. This patrol car is in there because in my town, Matawan (which is Native American for “Where two rivers meet”), the local law enforcers park their cars in this spot quite often in order to apprehend law breakers and teach them lessons the hard way.

Just behind the patrol car is a fence with an opening that leads to the park. The little dots represent the gravel which is the texture of this terrain.

The next object in the next layer are out of place monkey bars that should be squished in towards the left in the playground with the poorly drawn draw bridge and slide which all the little monkey kids regularly, well, monkey around on. I was once a monkey kid and I loved it. Hey, hey, we’re the monkey kids, and there is a LOT of monkey kidding around.

Just beyond the jungle gym where the monkey kids work out is where the big boys play. It’s the basketball court. Men play there too in this town. I’m sure girls and women do too, I just normally play with the guys. I can dunk on the far left one because it is a little lower and has a bent rim. In fact, now, after the slamtastic dunk, I hang on the rim like a postpubescent monkey.

Directly to the right of the out of place humanzee/chuman bars is a fence that leads to the baseball field adjacent to the field which was regularly used by my friends and I for some tackle football. Also, this is the same field that was used for what was creatively called in my childhood, Field Day! Field Day is a cross between the Olympics and the early 1990’s televison show Wild and Crazy Kids. In other words, I should have chosen other words to describe the scene. Anyway, I thought Field Day was the funnest day of the year back then. Now I would have thought it was the most fun day.

Smack in the middle of the basketball hoop and the batting cage of the baseball field is what was supposed to be steps leading down to the street and across to the school. Looking at it now it looks like some kind of stereo system or something.

After you take the stereo system down to the street and cross it, LOOKING BOTH WAYS FIRST YOUNG MAN!, to the right is the school itself. I tried to draw a flag in the far corner, a flag of the American kind.

The next layer is yet another basketball court which was recently added. It was recently added, but only because something else was subtracted, THE ORIGINAL JUNGLE I USED TO, “OO-OO-E-E-AH-AH” IN! This jungle contained a slide in which I would throw myself off the top of in my 1st through 4th grade years. After this I would then feign death, or if not that, at least a mangled still alive corpse…. to impress the girls of course.

It also contained a tire swing that about five of the other monkeys would get into right before one of the grown up monkeys, the Lunch Aids, would spin us and spin us and spin us into the pleasant, peaceful blur. Although, some of the monkeys apparently could not handle the peaceful blur as the Lunch Aids proved ineffective because those unfortunate OO-OO-E-E-AH-AHer’s would lose their lunch.

To the direct left of the addition is the Forbidden Woods and to the direct right is a drawing of the pavement path that leads to behind the school where recess was held and even MORE basketball hoops of varying sizes are and games like Keep Away were played. And, that’s it. The End.

12/07/07

“Gently Across Face”

November 22, 2009

1.

Meticulously Frumpled

Angelically Tumbled

into Blinding LOVE

2.

Stretching Aura

Frequency White

Enveloping

Caressing

Undressing

You

3.

lil twilight

broken skylight

smashed & tattered

forgotten & deflowered

bloomed & doomed

dizzying fumes

sinking ground

eating frowns

burping up crowns

& shitting out clowns

4.

chuckled & schmuckled

belt buckled

cruise control

frozen soul

melting away

forever stay

puddled

5.

time moves slow

scrapes breath

rewinds death

& flies with jest

6.

laughing cowering

shivering towering

shadows maneuvering

gently across face

“Achoo, Achoo!”

November 7, 2009

“Achoo, Achoo!”

To paint a picture with words

Red, blue, yellow, primacy, hello

Splattered across brainscape, dripping out ears

My jaw is a canvas, my cheeks made of cloth

My nose is running, dripping watercolors, painting snot

Achoo, achoo!

A masterpiece for you

“Not There Yet Was”

October 27, 2009

Life

a thousand poems a second

the number may be off

light joining & creating

points oft too many return

Spirals on the inside

in & out of control

spirals on the outside

out & in of my soul

Soul

separate from the mind & body

never created or destroyed

lives on forever

like a child’s favorite toy

Love

ebbing up from all too still lightless deep

To hold, but not to have

always here

in some form or another

Tears

for yourself or the others

for your sisters & your brothers

or some intangible thing

more of them does not closeness bring

Cats

meowing in the darkness

howling in the light

mewling for affection

hissing at fright

Limbic System

should I stay or should I go?

one more clash

thunders crashed

& lightning glowed

Electricity

nervous nervous system

connecting my thoughts

in fragmented plane

piece it together

as together as rain

Water

uncorrupted I can finally see

If you are here you are meant to be

Sun Ra

The Beast, The Be-ist

To not the beist

THAT is the answer

Question

quest

illus

ion

Friends

keep me alive, keep me aware, keep me from finding out I’m not there

keep me from keepin’ me stuck in a place

meet them there and enjoy the race

the marathon of life, in which nobody wins

all jogged out, managed to gain some new sins

put the old ones down, until they came up again, were they sins or just life lessons?

Now what is a sin, something that does harm?

Breathe the fire, set the alarms

Little switches in my involuntary self

What is self?

On a physical level, does it include the guts?

Of course it does  poetic putz

It was just a mirror & we all get uglier everyday

But then one night, I went to bed, I hit the hay I then woke up, convinced everything was okay

    It was more than that, it was a beautiful dream, marred by nightmares and the obscene

 The obtuse scene, the abstruse scene, obnormal, abnormal, have you seen the scene?

    I think I heard somebody tuning up in my inner symphony

Trust

trust it all & you won’t be believed

trust that everything is unbelievable

Love

we are back here again

it must mean something

the average sum of the thing

mean, median, & end

I think I just felt the flap of an angel’s wing

dust came off

it must be spring

There’s music in the words

a science to the beat

one two three four five six eight

A violin played my spine

but never made it to my neck

a guillotine took its place

now I’m less than a speck

I’m just a dot

on this pointilist plane

every dot had been replaced with a different color

at one time or another

yet it’s basically the same

The same pain thing

I mean

Painting

How many atoms in one quark?

How many atoms in one bark?

Adam’s Eve was a bombshell

Will

         Atom’s eve               leave a bombshell

Would

will, would

free would

chopping  blocks

for invisible clocks

Stay here

stay now

now’s gone

left with then

right with there

there was here

there was now

there was then

there was also where

not there yet was

This is a semester’s worth of notes from Philosophy Professor Bruce Wilshire’s “Philosophy of Art” class. It was made in his last year as a Rutgers Professor. Not one word of this is mine, it was just arranged by me.

October 26, 2009

“One Thing About Bruce Wilshire…”

Great art can alert us, wake us up and become more fully aware.

You might imagine this is the sound of animals being slaughtered, but it’s really just a desk being dragged against the floor. Do you think other animals besides human beings enjoy such things? The other class wanted to know if I wanted help moving the desk soundlessly. I said, “No, I enjoy my imaginings.”

Why do I not provide a syllabi? Syllabi rhymes with bye-bye. Have you thought of that?

Please tell me what this course is about. Please give ME a syllabus.

I don’t care about the Johnson & Johnson executives whining for a martini; I don’t understand you at all.

The truth is I don’t know what this course is about myself. I’m trying to get a clearer picture of it myself before I die.

We have each other. We have dark matter.

I am very superstitious, I am writing a novel.

God only knows what we are going to get into. If this course is good, then we will get into all types of things we cannot predict.

Remember, your job is to keep me awake.

Undergraduates-emotionally involved, caring, young people. You can turn me out in your unsophisticated ways more than Graduates-highly specialized cerebral cortexes, most of the time full of shit-regurgitative shit bags.

I choose to hear that sound as a love-sick kangaroo.

The human species is very strange. We are animals, there is no doubt about that, but we are very strange. How many animals commit themselves to poverty, chastity, and obedience? It’s true that we are animals, but it is misleading, because we are also NOT animals. Who the hell are we?

Rutgers: vast culture of impersonality.

My wife gets killed and trampled by elephants, encounters two defiant Indian kids, one on-the run for sticking a hatchet in the stomach of stepfather for trying to make out with sister.

If you are thinking about marrying someone who is not going to tolerate your particular ways of experiencing the world-check out.

The sun was just setting and struck us in the face.

Don’t the best mountains have faces? It would be a shame to be in a course of philosophy of the arts and never discuss beauty. All art is beautiful, whether immediately beautiful or not is another question. At one time or another, you’ve experienced things as beautiful, haven’t you?

She has unusual powers. Most of her work is easily understood, yet profound.

Whether I think it’s crap or great-I always appreciate it.

We are exceedingly curious primates.

They become professors and endure university salaries and university policies.

If you lose sight, the first things you learn to see are the things you have touched with your hands. Interestingly, people usually don’t see the moon.

Why so much tragedy in art?

Cheez-whiz & beer & watching the idiots on t.v. Don’t people just want comfort and convenience?

Painting with genetics: Art of love-making

However you relate to the Bible, it’s at least literature.

In order to gain prophecy you have to not be depressed

Poetry, the music of words.

The colors are the same, but the pattern is different.

Heraclitus: everything changes, everything glows

I’m just celebrating being alive because when you’re dead you can’t

? 90% of people’s declarative sentences are stated like questions

Put that in your pipe and smoke it

The artist gives birth to the painting and the painting gives birth to the artist.

Does the poem enlarge our idea of the world, or only our idea of the world. The world as we and others experience is undivorceable from our ideas of the world. It looks like you’re paying attention, but I have no idea if you grasp it.

The shutters on your eyeball-is the mind a camera?

One of the dangers of atomic weapons is that they’re there. Can you look at a hammer and NOT think of the potentiality of using it?

Is it possible to give pop quizzes? Why do I give pop quizzes? Because I’m a pop, and I can give a quiz.

Science becomes objectable when it becomes scientism. For example, when science says that only science can discover truth.

Some of us might think that the whole class is involved in a group hallucination.

My mother’s 104 and sees things that just aren’t there. If you are truly hallucinatory you cannot tell the difference between real and unreal and THAT is really dangerous.

“I’m just growing up dad.” Keep the goddamn cigarettes out of your mouth.

I’d hate to stomp all over you. Actually, I’d LOVE IT !!! uggh, ughh…I’ll show my fangs!!!

Philosophy is an ATTEMPT to get the big picture

Just how do crazy people know things, experience the world? Not garden variety neurotics-people that have to be restrained because of their hallucinations!

Can your ability to make sense be taken away or at least temporarily shocked? Terrorists want to shock us so much, make us so crazy, that we cannot function. We are like a disturbed ant hill.

Wednesday-Square burger time!!!!

Mental breakdown-the experienced world goes to pieces

Disrobing on the first date = letting the steam off

Many a true word has been said in jest. Sometimes you can speak the truth, but you HAVE to joke about it.

The unconscious value that is attached to pure water. Can we experience the sobbing of the river? We must transcend the skin of our bodies. The sacred all togetherness of things soaking in from every pore. We are porous beings.

Well, one thing about Wilshire, “Throw him a bone and he’ll gnaw it.”

Evolution/GOD has seen to it that we can have NO direct awareness of our brains. Neural derangements that make you become aware of your brain.

If you experience a stream as a babbling, laughing brook, it is very difficult not to laugh along with it.

Well, we are almost finished, but I really want to rub your noses in this

Is an elephant adequately described as a big, lumbering creature? Elephants have powers of lumbering and souling.

Aristotle: the ordinary run of people live like cattle

Jesus: the ordinary run of people live like sheep

Put that in your laboratory and study it

Humans can understand the wordless world

If you’re not going to say anything don’t say anything at all

I’m a detective too, but not employed by the police department

Subversive truth: I’d like to influence you without saying anything

Who gives a goddamn if they get into Harvard and they are emotionally dead pinheaded people?

Are grades a good indication of what you’ve learned in the class?

Most people are sleepwalkers, I think.

I’m tickled to death. I mean, don’t expect me to die in front of you, but I’m tickled pink to death. I’m tickled pink.

Student: “Death is pink”

You can’t say what you’ve seen, but your behavior reveals you’ve been hit.

“Watermelon Baby”

October 26, 2009

When I was a little boy my mother always warned me not to swallow watermelon seeds. The reason was simple, if I did a watermelon would  begin to grow in my little boy belly. Of course my mother also told me that I shouldn’t swallow gum because it would stick to my ribs.

Unfortunately for me it turned out my mother was wrong about one of these two things. Unfortunately a certain little boy had a watermelon baby problem on his hands. What’s worse is he couldn’t tell his mother that he had swallowed all of the seeds in his watermelon slice because that would mean he had disobeyed, or perhaps even worse, disregarded his mother.

I was pregnant, with a watermelon baby. This was something I had to hide like a teenage girl that decided to keep it. Luckily for me my clothes had become baggy due to the lack of food I had not been eating. I couldn’t eat. I just plain didn’t have the room.

How this pregnancy would end plagued my mind. I was, after all, a little boy. That is to say, what exactly was the exit strategy of this thing? Finally, I had to tell my mother.

Upon doing so my watermelon baby problem was over as she simply beat it out of me.

The………………………………………………………………………………….End.

Moral of the story:  Obey your Mother, children.

 

My Grandpa: William Joseph Rescigno

October 4, 2009

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My Grandma: Josephine Ann Rescigno (Marascia) (from JAM to JAR as she likes to say)

October 4, 2009

Whoah! Technicolor Jo!

I hung out with my 91-year-old Grandmother on Friday. She tells me, “I have one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel.”

I got this for you Yankee fans out there. It’s a picture of my Grandmother’s high school softball team with Lou Gehrig:

2nd Row: 2nd girl from left to right

Here’s some pictures of my Grandparents:

William & Josephine Rescigno Wedding Picture

A Regal Evening with William & Josephine Rescigno

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William & Josephine Rescigno Postcard

“Better Hurry Up Or We’ll Miss Our Plane”

October 30, 2005

Taxi cabs speed by while people complain

Trains clack the rails and pennies feel no pain

Tireless efforts of a night nurse

Tied to the hospital bed yelling in spurts

Good boy scouts are let out to flee

In the back of a pickup truck with a long-haired beauty

Mountains in the horizon soothing souls

Missing the graffiti stickered basket tolls

Desert rain endowing ecstasy upon brains

Better hurry up or we’ll miss our plane

 

“Sin City Church”

October 30, 2005

It was 5 a.m. and only one man was in there

He showed me his Rosaries and gave me a pair

Catholic Meditation-Mother Teresa-Mosaic Jesus

Knees on the pew-opened my eyes-church full of people-what do I do?

“We have a visitor with us today…” were the first words from the priest’s lips

Is this really happening?

This is intense, better take the rest of the trips

Try to fit in-Where do I begin? I picked up the book which told me my sins…

These words can breathe, as far as I can perceive

In the Mosaic

I Truly Believed

Angelic voices-layers upon layers

Could not see the waves, but they splashed in my ears

What happened next is best understood by seers

Saint Vincent Van Gogh

Entered my soul

Patron Saint of schizophrenics, homosexuals, junkies, and every kind of deviant

These are the types of thoughts I had on that expedient

I’ll never forget what that unlikely Saint boasts-

“These are the ones that need Love the most”