dumpster diving at fort anomaly

i put this cd together on june first, listening to the radio reminisce

about sgt. pepper's release 40 years ago....during the "six day war" or the israeli version of the oklahoma land rush whatever you call it....i was born on 6-7-67 myself.

"dumpster diving at fort anomaly" refers to our mothballed gallery here in the dalles and my recent turn of unfortunate events, namely, getting injured while loading a dumpster. yes, truth in advertising be known, i was NOT "dumpster diving" per se, i did take a dive, in the dumpster of laceration station. so while i am disabled, i have assembled a collection of music recorded of myself, by myself; violin, mandola, octave mandolin, assorted percussion, synth, and mystery noises amounting to a whopping 78:46 minutes and 28 tracks.

i don't like to waste.

yes, my title invites biting criticism about the trashvalue implied in my work; a self-defecating posture, assuredly, from one who aspires to rise from the rubbish bin of labor to emblazon the airwaves with unique(anomalous) soundscapes. and to get filthy rich off it too huh!

subtitled, "songs to rummage to," my cd of in/strewn/mental recordings is offered as an atmospheric assortment of varietal musical influences: classical, oldtime bluegrass, alternapunk, ambient, acousticly tweaked.....frankenstein no doubt, the influences bleed into one another. fusion. gypsy. hippie. re-done-dent!

here at fort anomaly, we strive to not strive. we bleed for our art. we are different and hope you are different too, in the same way. one of a kind. like music, not made for the kneeling masses but for the KNEES OF THE kneeling masses. take a load off and giveralisten to my glisten.

you can hear samples at http://myspace.com/forestbloodgood

and you can order yer own cd online at http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5175444

thanks! love forest.

del monte's bush, probably a felon now

Federal immigration agents raided Del Monte Fresh's processing plant in Portland, disappearing 160 people at least. Three managers were arrested as well, as 90 percent of the employees have falsified ids.

Guess what? According to the Oregonian, Marvin Bush, brother of el dictator Senor jorges, was on Del Monte's board of directors until 2002. Incorporated in the Cayman islands, the company reports $3.2 billion a year...paying illegal wages of $7.80/hour for people to stand in freezing water while chopping up fruit....while awarding top execs 6.2 million in bonuses last year.

Serendipituously...B.Gush needs some sob stories to sell his bill to fellow Pachyderms. The fruit packers cartel! So raid Portland of all places, where the "human interest" potential for highlighting the worker's ordeals may swing public opinion enuff to revive the doomed legislation. Thanks Marvin! Not the brother who stole the florida election, nor the brother who robbed Silverado savings and loan of a billion taxbucks...Marvin, the brother with his hand on the hands that hire the banana skinners...after falsifying their ids. dooh!

check the link: http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article3308.htm

shaft of light

late afternoon sun on the republic

allows our form to distort impressions

fixed on what a body should look like

based on residual interactions

with a whole that partly hid the underclass

in a limbo of discretionary status

pinning aspirations to the assumption of incarceration

for those who rode coyotes

not for the joy of his fur

but to reach the fields where the fruit needs to be taught

a signlanguage of fingers delicate pluck

too coarse for those writing the rules

from naugahyde cells overlooking cement canyons

where the light they cast is merely a shaft

railcar springs

these springs have sprung along the corridors

adorning natures leaps from huntergatherer

to freemarket subservience bearing

with great and vastly visible stress signs beautifying the skin of the iron

in the chemical/alchemical washing of mileage

transmissions thru the storms and moorings

parked for a moment too long

the rust was the best thing going for it, evidently

bales of china

baled up like hay hay hay

its the #1 export we hatch today

goodness knows where it grows

the city of industry's omnipotent flow

into our cupboards, garages, and lives

taking up space with sporkish knives

but it's good stuff still with distillation

we can process it into a plastic nation

take a dive in the dumpster like humpty theirs sumthin worth savin'

with a gluestick, a suture, and grand re-pavin'