I just put the beta version of the newest fantabiography.com site up for internet checks before I go to full production.  It is weird how much a place can seep into you and cloud your senses.  I am shedding that shit, and once again starting to make the things I want (and need) to articulate contemporary experience.
Just some thoughts about liberty, I guess.
Sine Corpus {without body}   

Tomorrow is my birthday. My mother always made a very big deal about this day. She was very proud of me, and I think herself, for my birth. I was three weeks late, and when my aunt asked who I looked like my father replied, “Genghis Khan!” I will be in my 36th year. I am always struck by the numbers, and joys. I wish my parents were still around to see what I have managed to do with my 36 years. I am very thankful for all the blessings I have accrued: my wife Jean; my art; and my friends.

The English Beat and RX Bandits at the Somerville Theater.Really it should be, Dave Wakeling with awesome band of guys who play Beat and General Public songs, but DWWABoGWPB&GPS is a clumsy acronym.I was born at a very exciting and hard time. I remember vividly the first time I heard The Clash on some countdown show hosted by Casey Kasem. And I remember my friend Aron buying Special Beat Serviceon vinyl and sporting me a tape with its own special skip from the record. But, I was too young to have seen my favorite bands in the flesh, as I was growing up they were growing apart. Joe Strummer is dead, but Dave Wakeling is very much alive or so it would seem from his near two hour set at the Somerville Theater last night. He seems to have melted a bit, getting slightly shorter and wider since last I saw him in San Diego, but nonetheless, The Beat were there to play. His new band “The English Beat” (as far as I could tell he was the only original member) were first rate, and with the exception of one false start while the bassist was getting tuned up the set was tight. The crowd, even encumbered by fixed seats (which sucked), were with Dave and dancing the whole gig–the one exception (of course) was this older guy looking like the Colonel and his three boys, who had the seats in front of us, who barely moved, and Jean (my wife) speculated after the show, “I wonder how that happened, they didn’t seem be there for either band.” Which brings me to the RX Bandits, the opening act. Now I like eclectic, but RX could use some focus, some good ideas, but mostly muddy: hippy-ska-Police-like-meets-At-The-Drive-In-Greatfully-Deaded, “yeah our songs all do kinda seem like the same song.” Okay, this does seem like a feat, and they did have some really-in-to-the-band fans who danced, but maybe a re-tool, and less Tool might be in order, to make the little skin headed mod down in front kick-up his doc’s to them.All and all, it was great to see and hear, and made a great start to my traditional two weeks of birthday festivities.

Lowell, Massachusetts:The snow is coming down and I am yearning for spring.I am tired of wearing muck boots and cleaning heavy snow off my car.