October 7, 2014

all I know is that the waves keep rollin' in

* Also, Nice Breeze will be playing Church Night November 12, 2014, also at Wonderland Ballroom

July 12, 2014

the story begins
I did not know who she was
and the story ends
I did not know who she was

June 18, 2014

I was making it up
but no one was buying
I was the first big weekend
of the summertime

* Nice Breeze song Transparency played during this thoughtful Pilot Waves podcast/interview of Washington City Paper arts editor Christina Cauterucci.

April 29, 2014

dream Francisco Goya
dream Vincent Van Gogh
dream Gerhart Richter
don't dream Billy Joel

Nice Breeze May Performances:

Arlington, Virginia (Facebook Invite)

Brooklyn, New York (Facebook Invite)

WDC (Facebook Invite)

April 16, 2014

I wish they didn't put mirrors behind the bar

Lady Pink, The Death of Graffiti, 1982,

The Attorney Arrives At His Office On April 16
-- klipschutz

Of course it would be dark,
the accounting firm next door,
on the ultimate day after the night before.
People hate lawyers and pity the bean counter.
People hate themselves and withhold pity from the poor.
Across my desk not one of you
can look me in the eye.
Straight-faced, I hear your flimsy alibi.
Take next door your shoebox of receipts.

You want miracles, try Lourdes.
No more can my dog play Hot Cross Buns
than a CPA scramble the code
and make pearls from a string of sham zeroes.
Mob fantasy stuff. The movies.
They eat alone at their desks,
rub their temples same as me.
We sell our eyesight by the hour.
In pursuit of the rock bottom line.

Are the crunchers at home sleeping in?
Up at dawn shredding wheat at loose ends?
Did they traipse off to Palm Springs together?
The way dollar signs pass through their hands
like a rope trick, you’d never
know from the burn marks on mine.
Do they tally each provident thrust?
As for me, I plead out every case.

Today may as well be tomorrow—
on anybody’s sabbath more laws than hearts get broken.
Enough get caught to keep me late tonight.

March 14, 2014

many times
we've been out drinking
and many times
we've shared our thoughts

* Nice Breeze's "Transparency" is featured in the Washington City Paper.

* WAMU's Bandwith blog includes Nice Breeze in its Brief Introduction to DC's garage rock scene.

February 10, 2014

Let the products sell themselves
fuck advertising, commercial psychology
psychological methods to sell should be destroyed

* A poem by klipschutz


“Active citizenship may be a drag, and interfere with
your real vocation as a Facebook addict, but what’s
the alternative? Unregulated corporations whose CEOs
bloviate about their libertarian principles even as they
buy up the news outlets and hire lobbyists to play
government like a pinball machine.”

Deconstructing Barry

Did the President draw a line,
and if so, in what hue?

Was the sand wet or dry?
Were there bikinis? (¡Más!)

Did oil slime the beach?
(Pancake batfish, D.O.A.)

Red? Again?
Think thin, think blue.

Or maybe he did no such thing,
preferring to share with us

a ‘teachable moment’
so we can draw one for ourselves

if that’s not too much to ask
(sounded good when JFK said it).

Health Care Reform & Other Sorrows

There are sexier topics,
like robots who that give blow jobs,

and big fun to be had
courtesy of digital devices:

Check out Sister Rosetta Tharpe.

Pizza. Ordered. Coming to my door.

There are better bills by far
that never could have passed,

unless you replace Congress,
voted in by clones of you

—but that could backfire
if they make you share one ballot,

so maybe best replace
the whole Supreme Court too.

(And now, Steve Van Zandt is disappointed.)
That can happen, once you’ve been married

with Little Richard officiating, Percy Sledge singing
“When A Man Loves A Woman” at the ceremony

and Bruce Springsteen as best man.
Naturally, Steve is hard to please.)

“I have seen the enemy and he is us.”
A cartoon character said that.

“Barack Obama is better than we deserve.”
I said that. (cf., Dylan, reaching back)

The Keystone XL Pipeline? A bad solution
to our clown-size carbon footprint.

January 17, 2014

and the time will come
when you add up the numbers

Rosamond Purcell, Untitled, 2000

* Two new Nice Breeze recordings: I'm No Joan of Arc & New Barflies can be heard here.

* "Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is THE BEST..." --Frank Zappa

January 12, 2014

the sun highlights the lack in each

John Divola, As Far as I Could Get: 10 Seconds, 1996

A poem by Klipschutz:

“the sports page makes the news”

A-Rod, A-Rod, A-Rod, say it isn’t isn’t so.
Cross your fingers if you have to, but Say it!
Do it with your game face on, A-Bro!

I wouldn’t know you from A-Dam
or Bam-Bam or C-Span
but I love you for your flaws,
in that fecklessly American way.
Didn’t you date the Mother of God?
Maybe she can help!

Why do people hate you
just because you’re a prick?
Whatever they throw, it won’t stick!
Unless you already admitted everything.

I wish I could help, and say so knowing
that I can’t, and don’t know the score,
except that you’re not J-Lo or K-Fed,
or A. Alvarez, or even A.A. Milne.
But I don’t mean to be unsympathetic.

To tell the truth, maybe I do.
I’ll work with my therapist on that,
’cause A-Man, maybe a man with a bat
circling the bases and tipping his hat
is the only thing in the world that’s really true.

It might help to pay it forward,
and buy my book, A-God,
to give me some skin in the game!
For eighteen bones (nothing to you),
I could mount a Save The-Rod campaign.

Like the guy they buried alive said: Think outside the box.
(And when you crack my book, wear your lucky socks!)

I apologize for not having The Facts,
there’s simply too much to keep up with,
between updating my to-do list,
picking a side in Egypt,
changing my name to K-Lip,
my rematch with The ABC of Reading,
and telling the Dickman brothers apart and all.

December 31, 2013

remember all the people
who were heroes to ya
and remember all the people
you deceived

Christa Parravani, Kiss, 2003

Seen You Around
-- Hal Sirowitz

Each time I've come to this bar,
she said, I've seen you here.
You look like you come here often.
You must be having trouble finding
a steady girlfriend. I hope you
don't think I'm being critical.
I can't find a partner either.
I go to different bars, so it isn't as obvious.

At the Lions Head
-- David Markson

I scowl at the bar
And confront a midnight revelation:
In ten years
I have contributed thirty thousand, cash,
to the fiscal well-being
of this saloon.

If I still wake, mornings, to
Is there a refund?

-- New Year's Eve, by the cut ups.

Happy New Year!!