Sunday, November 21, 2010

TULIP HAS A ROOM by jon vance

jon's book TULIP HAS A ROOM is at the printer now.
american type:writer No. 020
if you ever heard MOSS ICON or had the extreme fortune to have seen them, then you know jon was a total madman with the lyrics. the oddest, coolest lyrics back then (1988 especially, considering how dire and ridiculous most of the hardcore scene was during that year).
i'm extremely chuffed to get to put this out. 70+ pages of words and cabalistic illustrations, by a guy who's survived since then and is still kicking now, as mysterioso as ever. so just like back then, readers will be left thinking 'what is up with this guy?'
order it now at EASY / AMTYPEWRITER

oh yeah, you know whats up with him? he's supposedly a direct descendant of Edgar Allan Poe. haunted........

just watch this old MOSS ICON jam and dig the words. an 18-19 year old hardcore kid was thinking all that? wtf

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

PARIS TO BARCELONA (on the hipstamatic)

i flew to Paris to meet Beth and read some of my words at Culture Rapide. Beth had been travelling for 3 weeks already by this point. we had a flat up on the top floor or an old joint in the 1st arrondisement.
we tripped out allover the city, from belleville to bastille (where we hooked up with Bimbo Tower and discovered the awesome FAREWELL POETRY); from montmartre to the sorbonne, like all city lovers.
i love Paris.

we booked south to Rennes le Chateau, the little tiny mountaintop village of mysteries in the Languedoc, and checked out the sacred geography and the holy mountain of Bugarach as well as the history of the Cathars and the fucking papist crusaders who killed them off & gouged out their eyes & burned them alive. but obviously, though in secret, that gnostic religion still survives to this day, and from the tops of magically arranged mountains its still a holy place....


Collioure is a pretty little port town on the Mediterranean, where the pyrennees tumble into the sea, just above the border with Spain; where fauvism was invented, because of the fantastic light, colors and wind....


we snuck into spain. and the locals said 'catalunya is not spain!'
but one thing was certain: Barcelona rules. i could live out the rest of my life living between Paris and Barcelona and the geography in between. and making wads of cash....

we were so sad to leave.............