BED OF DADDLE/ ANDREW DRURY

Text by Jonathan Vincent, images by Richard Bergeron.

People keep eating!  Did the stream of gong mucilage slather onto the pot of fire in our face?  Why on earth does the food enter our lives the way we expected it to go into mouths?  They mince your words upon a carcass, scribbling names to identify and thereby make words like when you hear it, you stand inside of it, but it’s not you.  If you beat life into anything, then you’ve invented the world, but why?  The world was made, and you ate a portion of it with instruments attached to your sensation, but why get excited about it?   Despite what they say, I’ve found so many reasons to love you.  Every space within the mesh your skin makes me want to make myself clear to you.  Not like Tom Cruise, but expressed with every possibly tiny gurgle you’ve ever imagined and still in liquid form!  Take a long breath out, until you have emptied, and swallow, then take a bite.  You can sit in chairs now.  You have smelled your first pot of fire, and let’s talk about it!

BED OF DADDLE is…

Michael Evans (above)(drums, percussion)

Gordon Beeferman (above)(piano, synth, organ)

and ANDREW DRURY (solo percussion)…

Some more, or only one, a person.      

DERRICK RUNDGREN/WHY LIE?/KING MARY 

Text by Jonathan Vincent. Photos by our guest and beloved friend, Kacey Anisa, assisted by Chris Becker. Edited and Arranged by Richard Bergeron. See more of Kacey’s work at http://www.kaceyanisa.com/. 

Our beautiful guests : 

Wound down from Chicago, less fast than along the Atlantic, yet more knotted about the crowded cars that brought you for the first time to New York where you rose to fame, petals fallen ill about you.  You married your cousin, playing kissing games with punishment, and came to Papacookie for the crowd.  You wore your special striped gown, now the celebrity favorite on yahoo news.  You plucked the harp.  You saw dresses, sets and machines to play with, ukes, young tubas, mouth pops, nonsense.  And then you lost your head as you sat in a chair with your guitar in a lonely room on a country farm, godzilla and giant cupcakes on the grass outside, singing about turtles.  What a beautiful morning it was, and everyone and their grandmother cried with all of you rolling down the hill and far away.          

DERRICK RUNDGREN (eric unger from chicago)

(objects, slick photography for you)

KING MARY (from oklahoma, bailey stephenson and jerimy logan.  jerimy is doing some housekeeping inside the tent fort)

WHY LIE (aliza simons and dave ruder from new york city)

And…

more of our beloved humanoids: