A month ago Evasive Backflip went on a short jaunt to the coast of east. We stopped briefly in Pittsburgh, Baltimore, New Brunswick, Brooklyn, and Queens. We didn’t die. We did play music.
We were on tour. They now are on tour. Small world
Disjointed. Chaotic. Abstracted. Noise. The single voice breaks through.
There was karaoke across the hall. People like singing.
Late night cigarettes. Basketball hoops
Spun out
Shadows and lines. Church maybe?
Red light on the window sill illuminates the room. “This jukebox ate my bills, man!”
Yuppies.
They had some nice lights. Oh and they let us stay at their apartment. So, that was nice.
More picturesque than Chicago’s
Chicago – Haki slips in and out of the noise. In the big box. In the Flowershop
There we stand/on side o’ road/Brooklyn, for the night, we call home
‘He kind of looks like Hendrix’ I’ve always thought it.
The Flowershop. Close to YC
New Brunswick. Pussy Pad. Little Basement. Big Sound.
We played this stage
Long big room. We played//They played//
-it changed colors.
Bodies. Lots of bodies.
under the influential
They had this light up in the corner-
They’ve got these three story houses. Narrow and long. They’ve got row houses, too.
