Showing posts with label electronica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label electronica. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

"Hurricanes": Part III 'JOE SENT MDE' at MCCC



Part III: "Joe Sent M.D.E." at Mercer County Community College - "Hurricnaes" from Elixir Productions Theatre Co. on Vimeo & YouTube


HURRICANES


Soon life's knowing will come.
it will dust the mind like talcum.
Meanwhile, everyone will dream
at least once
of times they tried to run.
but their legs got stuck
in the ambivalence of love's mud,
in the imagination's straining.

Our days are drenched by hurricanes
entering sideways in our minds
with no warning.

It's gray where the thinking thinks,
where the radar blinks.
It's the surge of you
that burns me crimson.
I am asleep, asleep all day,
blood running,
an accident of treason.
((My mother was the one
who laughed from other rooms
while I cried, the division between us
multiplied a thousand times))

You say (and I quote) Don't do the math
(end of quote), italics mine.
(Quote again) just come here (end quote).

So what if I do? I go nowhere with you,
and everywhere.
I am subsonic, plutonic, woebegone,
forlorn, language forgotten, towel shared.
I am scared, scarred, scarlet letter 'A',
hermit, Hamlet, tragic, victorious.
I am soldier, souvenir, medal of honor
attached to your pocket. I am intrinsic,
entropic, order, chaotic,.
limited to this word
I have just finished,.
conception of the infinite.
Masculine, feminine, everything is division;
days, dollars, mortgage rates,
bequeathed estates.
Leave me with nothing
more than your essence.
Invisible lover, indivisible number,
only then will I remember,
remember with my lack of logic.

With you I am myth maker, glass breaker,
soul taker, hip shaker. I am techtonic,
ironic, sardonic. With you I am purified,
pornographic, protean, prolific;
for you I am problematic,
acrobatic. Yes, like I said,
every crevice that cracks in me
I spread for you since that first night.
in my bed when the flash of my life.
turned your blue eyes red.

And so the story always goes
ending before the author knows.

Our days are drenched by hurricanes

entering sideways in our minds
with no warning.

© 2007 Vanessa Daou





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Wednesday, September 09, 2009

'Joe Sent Me': Review on PopMatters

"Opening with a menacing scrape of guitars, "Manifesto", the album's first track, gives way to a robust, near-hip-hop beat under the support of a rumbling bassline. The temperature of both exhilaration and desire rises right around the time Daou sings, "You’re a sexy gun," during the very moment a high-hat kicks in. The vocals are buried deep in the mix and give the impression that they were recorded under a suffocating heap of blankets, amplifying the sense of claustrophobia inherent in the song. Meanwhile, the electronicized cabaret-stomp of "Black and White" unfurls in a silver spray of ghostly piano licks and burlesque horns. In addition to being the album's most accessible track, it also features some of the most inspired lyrics Daou has ever penned."

Read full review by Imran Khan on PopMatters



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Thursday, May 28, 2009

GΞИT on 'Joe Sent Me'

The artist who started electronica while still a student and received excellent critics from the New York Times , who reached number one on the billboard charts with Danny Tenaglia’s remix of “ Surrender yourself”, who was subsequently sexually charged with her album “Zipless”, released in 2008 "Joe sent me", reflecting her desire to focus on the words of the album (http://www.myspace.com/vanessadaoumusic). Making the songs connect with the real world experience, and jazz history, Vanessa says. The album which was born as a project of music , poetry and related graphic content and which ultimately would undergo a name change and be called "Joe sent me" a nod to the popular US Prohibition era password to enter the red light district, is a real world of music and poetry to a new dimension of electronica: electroerotica. This album was so powerfully erotic that made me replace Sade’s "Love is stronger then pride" and discard all the mediocre lazy Sunday afternoon lovers."

Love, Words, Music