Friday, November 11, 2011

Battlegrounds


Battlegrounds 



The foot of fog stands over burnt land
Scattering images of dismantled silhouettes
And photographed shells in tents
Elbows crying to break the bloody soot
Plastered to my cheekbones and dog tags
A class of ripped metal
No breeze to transport death and disaster to far away places
So it stays
Surrounding us and engulfing our minds

Eyes still in sockets glance
Around at the dying
Moaning for more time
Or less

I have slowed in an accelerated moment leaking
The sky has turned a shade of beige.

(JP 2011)


"I am prepared to die, but there is no cause for which I am prepared to kill"
--Mahatma Gandhi

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

#NoFilter




#NoFilter

Trails lead to stables of crop and canvas.  
Hay for the horses
I step out on the porch overlooking fortune
desperately dressed in dust
Drenched in dust
Depression is great
within the bowl.

Scarecrows, candy men, and the American Mythology
live in the middle of nowhere
Seasons of planting, irrigating hearts
trying to patch up overalls
Dogs run without leashes
much like your mouth.

-JP 2011

"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music"
--Aldous Huxley 
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Vinyl Canvas

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Since I was a child, I dreamed of hearing my voice and song rising from the resin of a vinyl record.  The scratch of the needle settling into a groove, the hiss of the cushion comforting the waves, and the final pulsing of a completed side ordering my excitement to dream.  Sitting cross-legged on the carpet with headphones to my ears listening to Springsteen’s Nebraska, I knew that somehow I would achieve my goal. 
October 04, 2011 is a day that will live within me until my time expires.  Not only was I able to achieve my goal, I was able to do it with a group of extraordinary musicians and artists that happen to be my closest and dearest friends.  A perfect example of reality being more beautiful than the dream.  
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Buffalo Bio
Written beneath the chill of winter....
Buffalo.  Harmony and balance.  Purification observing the healing of vision.  The grass of relations drains fast into the inheritance of borrowing.  Let the Black Hills be approached with one mind, one heart, and as one people.  A starting point.  Stemming from mistakes and little victories.  Carbon spinning with footprint control.  Movement for progress.  Rebuild and thrive from lessons woven delicately in our past.  There is always a line.  Instruct the merriment of symbolism to misplace the baggage of claims.  For we are all connected to the Buffalo.
The Buffalo recordings take shape over the course of an extensive touring schedule and personal events unforeseen.  We press on... Negatives become our twist.  Situations in shift.  Stacks of concrete bookend the prairies as time marches.  But where? On is abstract. 
Jesse Payne stems from a soil deep in the Southeastern region of the United States. He nests in scenic views of trees and mountains blending into valleys of skyscrapers and barns. Canvas for his yellow shade of timeless polaroids transposing over lake and swing suggests an inheritance of owls and their nocturnal solitude. His sound and sight each born from a landscape of heavy cotton hands and autumn chairs.
Upon returning to his home in early 2007, after a couple of years of touring the eastern coastal region, as far north as Boston and as far west as Chicago, Jesse Payne delivered the EP, “Beyond the Leaves.” The EP earned him a spot in The Big Takeover’s Top 40, alongside Band of Horses, Death Cab For Cutie, and Willie Nelson. His song, ‘Thief Among Us,’ also found its way on national compilations that included artists such as Ryan Adams and Sondre Lerche.  Jesse Payne released his debut full-length album, Nesting (Capture Music Inc.) on November 10, 2010.  The album reached #3 in California on KDVS radio and stayed in the College top 30 across the United States for weeks at a time.
His latest, Buffalo, releases October 04, 2011.  Buffalo is an audio-painting of expansion and reservation.  Patents and assembly lines.  Light bulbs versus alternating currents.  Phonographs threading impact factors busy documenting waves genetically modified to roam.
Jesse Payne’s team of sonic painters include, Thomas Warren, Mike Creager, Noel Johnson, Mason Boyd, Dave Crenshaw, Stephen McCollough, and The Chad Fisher Group.
Buffalo has synchronization capabilities with the Kettle & Crow DVD (out October 04, 2011).
--See jessepayneonline.com for instructions on how to synchronize vinyl to DVD--
(Kettle & Crow DVD directed by Jacob Falls and edited by Jason Schuck) 
-JP 2011
“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”
--Michelangelo

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Elegant Shivers
















Elegant Shivers

She curses salvation
I know
send me home

Give me your devouring donations
I have aches, so I've heard
I try to crawl

I saw dying stars
on a rheostat
I’ll be holding my lungs in a deep embrace

Let down with bandaged whispers
Come take these elegant shivers
and detach their gentle key.

-JP 2011

“Conviction without experience makes for harshness.
--Flannery O’Connor

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Mechanical Skull
















My Mechanical Skull


Thoughts grind teeth

climate and elevated gears


My fatal ribs

gasp through black lung

Scraped feathers are modern

pilots hatching


In my skies

convict the hollow

troops drowning

with gifted dawn


Each wearing their crooked knuckles,

warm winters and cardigans

useless grass and truthful material

breathe within

the clutches.


I hate you with every supply left ethical

The shape of my nesting wing lacerated

fleeting blood and a smoking farewell


Silent guns of a strategic home

make believe an overthrow

dust, from peaceful stomachs


Order with burning

air climbing walls

love will rot

my gut


Pollution in words

spreading through chimneys

unfiltered truth. Hell is a napsack

on genocide shoulders


Television witchhunts, wiretapping broadcasts

the genes of entitlement open...


unlike the parachute you so elegantly packed


Limbs have broken

Indiginous fingers

grasping for the feelings

in my fingertips


Abstract steps cling

to the heartless, “carve the maps”

let the shoestring cities untie

our consciousness


We will trip over arcades and decades and parking lots


balancing whispers

with diligent devotion

seems amusing at best

But with highspeed humans and industrialized conductors

with Satan and money

and our godly

eyes


Embrace

the brutal science

of chaos

and

nothingness.


-JP

2011


"A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education." -- George Bernard Shaw