Feel Me Don't You

Lips together then parted. Tongue and teeth playing together, moistening in hard and soft shapes. Sharp intakes or slow draws give way to warm breath flowing forth like a Bay-area fog. Sounds forming, first guttural and deep then coalescing into ethereal eloquence. Vibrating in waves. Tantalizing. Teasing. Erasing the earthly. Vignettes visualized – mental Michaelangelos. Synapses spark automatically across the autonomic. Cerebral chain-reactions electrifying the epidermis. Emotional epicenters erupting. Repetition. Cadence. Volume. Variance.

Women want a talented tongue?

IN MARCH (Friday 3/12/10): KMBC’S JOHNNY ROWLANDS

He flies a helicopter. He chases tornadoes. He tells you if you’re crazy to even THINK about trying to cross the Broadway bridge at rush hour.

In March, KMBC’s NewsChopper 9 pilot and traffic reporter Johnny Rowlands will tell true stories about any topic you suggest, and Tantrum will spin them into scenes that may be even more outrageous.
Join us for a night of improv and mayhem. Just $10. Call 816-678-8886 to hold your spot.

Don’t forget to head over to www.tantrumkc.com/ to check out Johnny’s answers to Tantrum’s 7 Questions. You might be surprised by what you learn. Come to the show and then join us at McCoy’s afterwards for a potential behind the scenes look. You never know what is going to happen.

What a splenetic sunrise of synchronicity.

It’s been many moons since I’ve been in a text conversation in the early morning hours. Then, it was with a very special person with whom I was, more often than not, continuing a conversation from earlier that night and I didn’t mind in the least. Today, when I received a text from an unknown source at 6:10am, my first reaction was along the lines of “Who the **** is texting me at this hour?” Context is a fickle friend. Upon reading the message, “We have an opening. Contact [name withheld]. He requested your resume”, I was immediately shocked from irked to piqued by this anonymous texter. Truth be told, for whatever as yet unknown reason, I was pulled from my sleep at 5:45am and I was more annoyed at that fact than I was at the text/texter. As it turns out, the message came from a friend in Illinois with whom I’d been discussing job opportunities last Friday night. He apologized if he’d awakened me and forwarded the job information, so I’m definitely more appreciative than angry. Thanks Sean!

The universe clearly wanted me awake as it infused my subconscious with the susurrus of “Here’s the mutiny I promised you.” Following the timeline…

5:45am – awakened after a few hours of sleep
6:10am – received unexpected job opportunity text
6:20am – mystery solved, first attempt to return to slumberland
6:30am – watch alarm goes off and, for the first time in ages, I actually hear it and wonder why I never disabled it
6:31am – grumble, roll over, second attempt to return to slumberland
6:40am – realize the futility of attempting to return to slumberland as my brain has hit overdrive processing last night’s dream involving Jeni, her mom, and the autographed books I gave her for Christmas
6:43am – receive text from the author of aforementioned books who’s finally able to meet me for lunch to discuss my creative writing endeavors in Morpheus’ Gift (yes, there’s still more to come)

Okay, universe, you win, I’m up. I’m up.

For those who don’t recognize the title, it’s a lyric from The New Pornographers‘ 2007 release Challengers. Again, for no apparent reason other than the simple fact that I haven’t listened to it in awhile, I recently dropped this disc into a playlist and have had it on repeat. I enjoyed it back when I received it, but it has grown on me even more lately and I definitely recommend picking it up if you don’t already have it.

I’ve had three interviews within the past week all with different roles and responsibilities as well as geographic locales. The first interview was for a Web Marketing Manager position, the second was for a Tech Support position with some web development possibilities, and the third was for a Quality Assurance Tester position. All three interviews seemed to go well in varying degrees from pretty well to very well. Naturally, there are pros and cons to each of the positions and I sincerely hope that by the end of this week I’ll be able to choose from multiple offers or at the very least one. Feel free to join me in crossing your fingers, legs, or anything else you feel comfortable crossing – just please don’t hurt yourselves as I don’t want that on my conscience.

Perhaps it’s simply the worry over the uncertainty of income, but I am no longer sure if I could work from home on a consistent basis. Sure, there’s the convenience factor, the gas and auto maintenance savings, and other benefits, but there’s also the trade-off of other distractions in addition to the feeling of cabin fever. It’s highly possible that the cabin fever feeling would dissipate with better weather and a laptop. I can certainly imagine doing some writing or other job-related function while sitting out on the back deck (which, with luck, will become the back patio later this year) with a cold beverage close at hand. Hm, on second thought, perhaps I should give a teleco job more consideration.

Chat Roulette – it’s five ****-filled chambers and one chamber for reporters who think they’ll be breaking the latest tech trend.

Order. Chaos. Order from chaos. Order, entropy, chaos.
Möbius, oh Möbius.
Burden of thought. Intentions obfuscated. Clarity of sight.
Möbius, oh Möbius.
Alternatives. Adjudication.
Möbius, oh Möbius.
The Road Not Taken.

The year is 2006 in the month of August. Unbeknownst to either individual, a gateway gestates between two strangers – myself and a young man named Andy McKee who hails from my regional backyard in Topeka, Kansas. Sensate information flows between like psychic IP packets. Faculties form lilting landscapes of acoustical architecture.

Basking on a Hawaiian beach, I am splayed like some carrion’s care package while thousands of miles away fingers tap frets in a musical marriage of harp and guitar. I am soon awash, waves luxuriantly lapping, in water as warm and welcoming as a prenatal paradise. Boundaries are bridged over the clefs of bass and treble. Each footstep of note and scale follows its melodic road map traversing through time and space to the past, present, and future.

If now is the winter of our discontent, a solace is attained – this moment, forever frozen.

(/nod DougieOh)

Spice of Life Productions presents:

Donkey Show XXI
Donkey Show Birthday Bash
!!! DONKEY TURNS 21 !!!
Saturday, February 27th 2010
Crosstown Station
1522 McGee KCMO
9pm Sharp
$12 or $10 if you wear your Birthday Suit or Hat

It is a new era in Donkey Show history.
We have a new format for the music at the show.
We have put together one hell of a band to perform the entire show and back up 5 different singers.
In keeping with the theme of DONKEY TURNS 21, all songs will be about DRINKING!
We have also hired some diverse talent and have a QUARTERS TOURNAMENT to keep the fun rolling when the band is taking a break.
As usual our Donkey Mascot will be doing his best to get arrested or drunk or both.

Donkey Show Band is:
The Columns, featuring Jakob Black on Piano
A fairly new band fronted by Bill Sundahl, formerly of It’s Over!
The Columns includes members of The Goodfoot, Dead Voices, Dirty Mae, Jerome and the Townspeople, Makuza, The Afterparty, and more.
www.myspace.com/thecolumns

FEATURED VOCALISTS

Kasey Rausch
Singer, Composer, Musician (Kasey Rausch and Friends, Buttermilk Boys, River City Revelators)
www.kaseyrausch.com

Cody Wyoming
Songwriter, Musician, Actor, Music Director (The Monitor, Rex Hobart and the Spagetti Western Orchestra, Honky Tonk Standards, The Golden Hearted Whores, Magfuckingnificent)
www.myspace.com/Cowy

David Regnier
Singer, Composer, Musician (Dead Voices, Afterparty, Dually Jukes, Rural Grit All Stars)
www.myspace.com/theafterparty

Jack Boyd
Singer, Composer, Musician (The Kelihans, The Outta Sytles)
www.thekelihans.com
www.myspace.com/thekelihans

ADDITIONAL TALENT

M’chelle DeMars-Tribal Fusion Bellydance Artist
www.mariedemars.com

Voler – Thieves of Flight
Aerial Fabric Artists
www.thievesofflight.com

Break Dancers
A crew put together by Leo Gayden of the Hip Hop Academy
www.hiphopacademy.org

Short Films From Local Film Makers
Jim Schweers
Jon Davis
Jordan Kerfeld

GAMES

Quarters Tournament
A round robin battle to the Drunk.
Sign Up at 8:30 Sharp.
So polish up your nose roll or whatever you use to get the Quarter in the glass.
Prizes will include drinks and other unbelievably silly things.

Thank you all for your continued Support of Spice of Life Productions and The Donkey Show

Bill Sundahl & Wende Williamson

Spice of Life Productions
Bill Sundahl
816.361.2455 office
bill@spiceoflifeproductions.com
&
The Columns
www.myspace.com/thecolumns
Booking
thecolumnsmusic@gmail.com

For those of you seeking that other type of show, sorry to disappoint you. Who’s up for seeing some new bands?

Digital discourse
With a buzzsaw bravado
Renewable force
Once incommunicado

Kamikaze text
Serrating protection
Defenses now vexed
Aortic dissection

No, these are not at all like brain squirrels. At one point or another, we’ve all suffered from earworms. This is the one currently stuck inside my head and I have the Pitch to blame for it. Had I not been reviewing their site recently – specifically the Wayward Blog, I don’t think I would have thought to look up former Something Corporate frontman Andrew McMahon’s relatively new group Jack’s Mannequin (they don’t get a very good review). After hearing this, I have since learned how to play it on guitar in the hopes that I can now let it go. No such luck – it’s too damn catchy. Perhaps posting it here will do the trick.

What’s stuck in your head currently? Link it in the comments if you like.