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Happy Solstice
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ROADWORD An occasional series on notable road trips into and out of WestVirginiaVille Annie Sprinkle and Elizabeth Stephens, right before their Nov. 6, 2010 ‘Purple Wedding to the...
Allen Ginsberg lives...
My work has yet, alas, to make it to the New York Times. But I’m glad to report one of my songs is currently mentioned in a New York Times blog, “Paper Cuts: A Blog About Books.”...
The Professor and th...
Encountering former porn star Annie Sprinkle in an Indian restaurant in downtown Charleston, W.Va., she and her West Virginia native wife reveal their upcoming Purple Wedding to the Mountains. And...
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A Facebook Exchange
Considered as a Script by Beckett
VIDEONOTES: ‘A Facebook Exchange′ presented by THIRD EYE CABARET, a production of the Web Theater of WestVirginiaVille.com.
SOUNDTRACK: “West Virginia Wakes Up” by Treehouse Recordings, an excerpt from a 30-minute recording of the sound of birdsong in the deep West Virginia woods as dawn returned one day.
Baby Jesus and the, uh, Schnauser
It was a decades-long tradition in my family – the youngest among us who could walk would deliver the porcelain baby Jesus on Christmas Eve to a porcelain bed of straw in the Christmas creche in our house. It was always a sacred moment for my mother, a continuity, a handing-down of tradition. My mother and father are long gone, but the tradition has continued in the family. So, it was that my older brother brought the porcelain manger figures to our large holiday family gathering to re-enact the ritual. But wait! Baby Jesus had accidentally been left behind. What to do? What to do? Suddenly, there was a woof-woof from one of the many schnausers my brother and his wife have raised through the years. Hmmm ….
Happy Solstice
I created this video for an event honoring the Winter Solstice, called The Solstice Ball. Consider it my unconventional seasonal greetings to you, a bit of meditative, ruminative imagery and music, titled “Light Show,” featuring a soundtrack by The Silent Gondoliers. May your year end well, and the new year contain much harmony.
The Professor and the Porn Legend 2
ROADWORD
An occasional series on notable road trips into and out of WestVirginiaVille
Annie Sprinkle and Elizabeth Stephens, right before their Nov. 6, 2010 ‘Purple Wedding to the Mountains’ on the campus of Ohio University in Athens, Ohio
photo by douglas imbrogno | click bigger
Part 1: Annie Sprinkle Comes to Dinner
PART 2: Zoot-Suiting Up
Part 3: An Eco-sexual Ceremony: to come
By Douglas Imbrogno | I am standing in front of a mirror in a purple zoot suit. Wondering: ‘Does this zoot suit make me look fat?”
No, actually, I am wondering which of several purple outfits my friend Ken has pulled from his copious stock of costumes that I should don for the Purple Wedding to the Mountains. Ken Fox, co-owner of Magic Makers in Huntington, W.Va., is a master costumer and has outfitted me before. Let’s see, there was Captain Von Trapp. Then there was Io, lead singer of the Ions.
“Ken,” I had said, reaching him via cellphone the day before the fitting. “I’m playing at a performance art wedding this weekend between former porn star Annie Sprinkle and her professor-artist wife from West Virginia, Elizabeth Stephens. You’re supposed to wear purple. Can you help?” …
| READ ON at WestVirginiaVille.com
Allen Ginsberg lives
My work has yet, alas, to make it to the New York Times. But I’m glad to report one of my songs is currently mentioned in a New York Times blog, “Paper Cuts: A Blog About Books.” That’s a start. I got an e-mail yesterday from a writer named Bill Peschel who has a new book out with a title nearly worth the price of admission: “Writers Gone Wild: The Feuds, Frolics, and Follies of Literature’s Great Adventurers, Drunkards, Lovers, Iconoclasts, and Misanthropes.” In an e-mail, Peschel explained that he compiled a suggested mix tape to go along with the book, and a web search turned up my song, “I Never Slept With Allen Ginsberg,” from the “Saint Stephen’s Dream” CD I did some years back with Bob Webb (under the band name “garagecow ensemble).
“With the book being a collection of stories about the highs and lows in the lives of writers,” says Peschel, “it seemed appropriate to suggest a mix CD of songs inspired by writers. Here’s the roster I came up with.”
1. “Edgar Allan Poe” / Lou Reed
2. “Raymond Chandler Said” / Michael Anderson
3. “I Never Slept With Allen Ginsberg” / Garagecow Ensemble
4. “John Allyn Smith Sails” / Okkervil River
5. “Mercy Street” / Peter Gabriel
6. “Sylvia Plath” / Ryan Adams
7. “Bukowski” / Modest Mouse
8. “Lorca’s Novena” / The Pogues
9. “Hemingway’s Whiskey” / Kenny Chesney
10. “The Cult of Ray” / Frank Black
11. “Hey Jack Kerouac” / 10,000 Manaics
12. “I Got Laid on James Joyce’s Grave” / Black 47
I was, of course, delighted to be invited to such a fine party, as well as being introduced to one of the finest song titles ever: “I Got Laid on James Joyce’s Grave.” Now, that’s pop music. P.S. – The Times blog misspells Ginsberg’s name in my song title. Welcome to 21st century online editing.
The Professor and the Porn Star
Encountering former porn star Annie Sprinkle in an Indian restaurant in downtown Charleston, W.Va., she and her West Virginia native wife reveal their upcoming Purple Wedding to the Mountains. And your intrepid narrator bags an opening gig to the event.| READ ON …
Backyard Still Life
All I’ve Got to Say
“The only hope is setting out to find/A form of honest discourse to reclaim/ The honest discourse fools have undermined.”
~ Elomire from David Hirson’s play “La Bête,” quoted in John Lahr’s New Yorker review








