Chris10Eyck – “Fixin’ To Die” (cover of Bukka White)


Road Trip

The moon glows all across your back
Legs curled against your chest
You’re not my brown eyed girl now
Mute in thunder, deep in hiding

North to Memphis highway 61
Torn down barns and ragged fields
These care-worn highways keep on calling me
With forever fading twilit grey

But the first time I met you
You stood behind the curtain
Of a waterfall
We slept in parking lots
Til rosy fingers heralded the dawn

Then I received a faint,
Morse-coded signal
from a lost and lonely satellite
Would you ever leave

One midnight the wind swept daggers
from the woods up on the islands
Our fire was
And with no sand-scattered driftwood left to burn

On our black tide-scoured beach
I wrapped your father’s blanket

Round you tightly

And I said I’d take care of you
If only you’d take care of me

Victory Lap

(for William Arthur Spencer)

You ran the victory lap
before you crossed the finishing line
The crowds of people all froze
A total stoppage of time

Not a single muscle move
And no eye dared meet thine
But you ran proudly out of there
With your chin thrust high

Was it sad cigarette butts

Ground into the glass of your mind
Was it those yellow and cracked fingers
Pressing pause and rewind

Was it despair
Forgetful melancholy,
Family curse
Or Southern pride
Code of honor
Chickens coming home to roost
Whatever happens ‘least you know you weren’t the only one….

You can’t be anything but your father’s son
Sometimes you think that it’s all over
But you are wrong
The ward doors fly open and you’re on the run
Cops lined up across the street
Tasers set to stun

You ran your victory lap
Before you crossed the finishing line
The crowds of people all froze
A total stoppage of time
Not a single muscle moved
No eye dared meet thine
And you ran proudly out of there
With your chin thrust high

How else to describe it?
It’s all comedy,
A dirty low-down
Blame it on some chemicals
in the water
Blame this one horse town

Your body’s fine son,
It’s your mind
That’s bent on betrayal
You set the pins up
Balance carefully
But your heart’s deceitful
Somehow that subtle breath of madness always knocks ’em down

You can’t be anything but your father’s son,
Sometimes you think that it’s all over
But you’re wrong
The cage flies open and you’re on the run

Cops line up across the street,
Tasers set to stun

You ran the victory lap
Before you crossed the finishing line
You ran the victory lap
Before you crossed the finishing line

A word about this song.

Here’s the sum total of what I know about William Arthur Spencer, a.k.a my father (including what I’ve only surmised from available evidence):

Out of the Air Force after serving somewhere (I think) in the frozen expanses of Canada, it appears that he probably rambled about the West Coast throughout the late ’60s. He attended classes, penned exhaustively researched and  brilliant letters to politicians and newspaper editors whose politics he disagreed with, and toiled intermittently in social work and mental health.

My mother was 13 years his junior, and Lord knows how they met (I was never told). Historical chronology proves, though, that he was 35 when my brother was born, and 38 when I appeared on the scene.

He had terrible afflictions both mental and physical. Certainly, he smoked several packs of Marlboros a day. But he was also so crippled by mysterious neurological maladies that he eventually had to rely on canes and walkers to get around.  Several strokes in his mid-forties reduced his speech intelligibility to nil.

On our infrequent visits, during a television commercial, he’d attempt a phrase  and I would try very hard to comprehend the long collection of slurred groans that would result. Most of my memories of him hail from this period.

But I’m told that as a younger man, he had incredible energy. In fact, you see, ha ha, rather too much energy (they explain nervously to me, eyes cast aside). Yup. There’s a dark side.

I have pieced together – from the brief second-hand accounts I’ve pried from people – that back then, he occasionally spiraled into cycles of sleepless manic behavior that could climax in raving psychosis, spending sprees and days of blackouts; afterward, when he wasn’t borderline catatonically depressed – a condition that came to characterize most of the last years of his life, hunched motionless, chain smoking in the gloom, in a cigarette-scarred vinyl easy chair six feet in front of a flickering television screen – he was irritable, or shooting pool with the boys down at the NiteHawk, or simply…gone. Rambling, few know where.

It is not surprising that my mother did not wish to revisit such memories and such times. Twice a year we would attempt a visit to the room where he lived out his days, twice a year for several years, until it became too much. And, in all that time, my mother rarely spoke of him, or of what their lives together had entailed, or of their secret history, or of what she still might feel for this man who slumped broken before her.

The result: I know far too little of my kin. It increasingly disturbs me how little. So, very soon I will embark on a project – a documentary, a quest to reclaim history for the descendents. Perhaps, or perhaps not, a portrait of mental illness. A  gathering all of the loose articles and dust-covered tracks of the virtual void in our family history that is my father.

But for now, while this remains in the planning stages, I’ll share the song I’ve written that I’ve dedicated to this particular void.

Gone to Stay (Original Song)

Gone to Stay

It was cold in Silver City

and I was choking on that gritty desert dust

So I drifted on to Vegas

Sat down at the tables til I went bust


Now I’m stuck in this town

Pourin’ whiskey down

Too drunk to move

Yeah, I’m just hangin’ round

Feet nailed to the ground

Just born to lose


So if you miss me honey

I’m sorry to say

That it looks like honey

I’m gone to stay


I know I did the leavin’

And I left you believin’ I’d be home soon

But something kept me travelin’

All my plans unraveling on the loom


When I last saw your face,

You had this look like you’d just given up

So I thought I’d give you space

And come back when I guessed you’d had enough


But if you miss me honey,

I’m sorry to say

that it looks like honey,

I’m gone to stay


Yeah ’cause I’m stuck in this town

Pourin’ whiskey down,

Too drunk to move

Yeah I’m just hangin’ round

Feet nailed to the ground

Just born to lose


So if you miss me honey

I’m sorry to say

that it looks like honey,

I’m gone to stay

Yeah if you miss me honey

I’m sorry to say

That it looks like honey,

I’m gone to stay…


(c )2004

Lyrics and Photography by Benjamin J Spencer

Music by Anastacia Libokmeto

An Interview with J-Pop and Cosplay Phenomenon, Reni Mimura (a.k.a, Reni-Reni)!

Though she arrived on our shores only four short years ago from her home in Japan’s Yamaguchi prefecture, singing and dancing dynamo Reni Mimura has already made quite a name for herself in the Big Apple. She has performed all over town, on NY8 TV, and as a featured act at Asian Power! Summer Festival in Queens.

Reni Mimura (courtesy of Reni's Facebook)

Reni-Reni, as she nicknames herself on her website, blends the related anime subcultures of J-Pop (vocals performing hits from Japan’s world-famous, Anime-crazed entertainment industry) and Cosplay, a related trend in which otherwise ordinary folk transform themselves into whatever animated, video game or comics character they are obsessed with through the magic of hand-crafted costumes.

Reni’s performance and event schedule at shows and comic conventions nationwide tends to be packed, but I managed to get her to sit still for an email interview recently to explain just how she managed to break into New York’s tough music scene.

beejmckay: Hi Reni! Thanks for responding. So, where are you from?

Reni Mimura:  Reni came from the future!!\(>w<)/. 13 hours ahead of the United States, from a place called Japan!

What exactly do you do as a J-Pop singer, for people who might not know?

People say Reni is a “J-pop singer,” or Japanese Pop singer.

J-pop coexists with Anime, Japanese Animation, games and the internet. These days,  there are more and more followers of Japanese Anime and games in the U.S. I think that’s the main reason why my activities are getting a lot of attention.

My music is 100% POSITIVE Electro music. One of my events that I organize is a famous Japanese “Maid” cafe style event where everybody can enjoy being an idol of their own imagination by wearing costumes and participating in the show! This, in Japanese term, we call “COSPLAY”.

If you go to any of Anime conventions which you can find anywhere in the U.S., you will know what I am talking about. In my events, people enjoy being in virtual reality – a fantasy world, away from reality for a while. I think it’s a very futuristic concept!!

How do you incorporate dance into your show?

Reni has a strength in dancing because I’ve been formally trained since I was seven years old. Singing and dancing together with costumes is my artistic style. I change my costume often. By doing that I transform from one persona to the other.

Reni, being Japanese, would like to introduce this whole new concept to people in the U.S.  I like to have fun with it and share love and joy. (^w^)v

Who are your fans in New York City?

Reni calls my fans Angels. I have about 20,000 Angels worldwide. And since I started a event called Japanese “Maid” Cafe and Show in New York in 2009, a lot of angels are in and around NYC. I have an average of 70 to 100 people coming to my show every month in NY now.

I am glad people find my concept interesting. After my activities were spread by word of mouth, I started to be invited to Anime conventions across the U.S.  I have been to Boston, Virginia, Tennessee, Texas, and so on.

Also, I was featured in a Japanese fashion TV program, so many people who are into Japanese fashion became my Angels. Since it’s hard for me to physically go everywhere my Angels live, I interact them on my website, and Facebook.

What are your costumes based on (Anime characters, comics characters?)

Reni at Arlene's Grocery (courtesy Infinite 7 Productions)

I have established my own character, a “Maid” outfit with bunny ears. Maids represents cures and healing, but I added bunny ears because I think it’s simply cute!

Why do you think Cosplay has
become so popular?

The Internet generation is very shy. Actually, I am also shy as a person. By dressing in costume, you can be whatever character you want.

Have you ever experienced this? If you wear something different, people treat you differently. You also feel different and act differently. For example, if you wear a hero costume, you’ll be strong instantly. Can you believe Reni?

I hope that the fashion industry adapts more of Cosplay culture.(^^)

Who are your favorite characters to dress up as?

My favorite character is  Sailor Moon. I used to wear this costume in my acting classes while I was in Japan. I made the costume by myself(^^)

Sailor Moon is cute but strong, and I like the tension between the two.

What do people not understand about J-Pop and Cosplay?

Cosplay culture in Japan tells you that no matter how old you are, you can be as unreal and fantastic as you want. It’s so hard to do in this society, but please, do not forget about the innocent mind in you.

Since you are leaving behind your original persona for a while, you are also leaving behind whatever you are taught is “important” in reality – like competing against other people. You just simply imagine what you want to be, and you become that one. Just know who you are (^w^)

Who was your craziest fan and why?

Reni Fan Art (by Clarice Garcia)

My Angels all have good manners! But taking pictures of all the moves that Reni makes on stage might be strange to general people in the U.S. (^w^)v

My Angels protect me all the time. I’m soooo lucky to have met them(*w*) I believe in my Angels, who support Reni all the way. \(>w<)/

What have been your favorite places to sing in New York City?

Even though I have performed in some very famous clubs and live music halls in New York –  like Arlene’s Grocery, Living Room, Sullivan Hall, and so on – I love to perform in unique places, like art spaces/galleries, cafes, and even museums. I think it goes well with my style. (^0^)/

What was your favorite show in New York?

That’s very easy! Reni’s Maid Cafe and Show!! I enjoy being in a fantasy world and interacting with my Angels.

When you enter the cafe in the West Village, the Maids will greet you by saying, “Welcome home my Master and Princess.” (*w*)v. And you will always be treated as “Masters” and “Princesses” by the Maids.

Now I’ve added a Reni’s Maid Cafe & Show in Boston and D.C. every month, so if you are around those areas, please COME BY…!

Thank you for support!!(^0^)/

Reni is looking forward to seeing you!

Thank you Reni!

(In addition to her semi-regular Maid Cafe & Shows at the Amber Village in Manhattan, Reni can be seen on her very own UStream show every other Tuesday here, and she’ll be performing at the upcoming 52nd Annual Sakura Matsuri Japanese Street Festival in downtown Washington, D.C. on April 14th.)

12.16.2011 – Could These be the Dumbest Holiday Songs Ever? (Multimedia for Dumb as a Blog)

10 dumb songs that will make you hate the holidays

by Benjamin J Spencer
December 16, 2011 12:02 PM

SantaThe holidays are the season for giving.

Unfortunately, they are also the season for taking into your earholes those most stubborn of modern social engineering tools: Christmas songs.

These jaunty dirges are hammered into our brain every December, and they mostly sound like a civilization dying. The only way to escape them is to sequester yourself for a couple of months in a nuclear bunker.

We’re not talking about Ye Olde Yuletide Carols of yore. At the very least, those are at least still good for guzzling mead and cracking greedy old miser’s hard hearts.

No, we’re talking about a commercial trend crafted by 20th century record companies and their songwriting cronies to make some scratch off of a public increasingly desperate for a little holiday joy.

But the following 10 holiday classics go beyond cynical and enter the realm of the truly dumb.

1. Do They Know It’s Christmas? –
Band Aid

Could this be the dumbest holiday song ever? Let’s consult our “Earnest 1980s Charity Song” checklist. Lurid, bash-you-over-the-head lyrics? Check. The vocal talents of Boy George and Phil Collins? Got it. Deafening wash of tubular bells and synthesized drums? Done. This 1984 single was meant to highlight hunger in Ethiopia – where the lyrics claim “the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears” – and happily it raised over $100 million for famine relief there. But to today’s ears the lyrics represent heights of pampered rock star cluelessness only eclipsed by Band Aid’s next hit single: We are the World.

2. Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer
– Elmo & Patsy

It’s time to permanently retire this novelty one-off about a terrible family tragedy. Unless you think there’s something inherently hilarious about a lonely alcoholic grandmother, neglected by her family on Christmas Eve, stumbling off alone into the woods only to be fatally mowed down by a hundred tons of venison on the hoof. Dear old Grandpa then celebrates her death on his recliner while the family contemplates raiding her gifts. Good old-fashioned fun, this “holiday classic”.

3. A Wonderful Christmas Time – Paul McCartney & Wings

The only explanation for what is surely the laziest, most dispirited, and ugliest-sounding Christmas song ever committed to tape: Sir Paul must have lost a bet with Ringo. Now the world should rise up and demand an explanation for why every soft-rock station in the country plays this joyless piece of crap at least once an hour throughout December.

4. I Believe in Father Christmas – Greg Lake

The holidays are here.  So just kick back by the fire with a flagon of eggnog, forget your troubles, flip on the old stereo – and treat yourself to an insufferably whiny, self-righteous political diatribe masquerading as a Christmas song. As if the finger-pointing at all us consumerist saps (and the onslaught of Moog synthesizers) weren’t enough, we also get Floyd-ish dark sarcasm and blood-curdling images of war and death.  Merry Christmas, baby-killers!

5. The Chipmunk Song – Alvin and the Chipmunks

This unaccountably popular holiday ditty was originally performed in 1958 by a pre-teen rodent boy band who were being exploited by a wily producer. Can you say animal abuse? But sell records – and “h-u-u-u-la  h-o-o-o-ps” – it surely did. A pop-punk update, featured on the recent Chipmunks animated movie, is even more annoying than the original, if possible.

6. Blue Christmas – Elvis Presley

The cheery holiday message of this song: forget about all that spirit of giving stuff and appreciating the company of friends and family. Instead, wallow in self-pity and mope about the girl who ran out on you. I can’t imagine why she’d want to leave such a bundle of joy.

7. A Spaceman Came Travelling – Chris de Burgh

This Nativity song for the New Age crowd re-imagines the angel Gabriel as a wise alien from another world who appears to Mary and her saintly tot on an interstellar mission of peace. In de Burgh’s version, which he supposedly penned after reading Erich Von Daniken’s UFO- religion staple Chariots of the Gods?, the star of Bethlehem is actually the alien’s ship hovering above the manger.  ‘Nuff said. De Burgh would go on to achieve 1980’s junior prom immortality with his top 40 Billboard hit Lady in Red.

8. Any and all recordings where dogs/cats meow/bark along to “Jingle Bells

This abomination needs to end, once and for all. If Congress is forced to amend the Bill of Rights to allow an exception to free speech protections, so be it.  Until that glorious day, please: I am begging you. Stop sampling dogs and cats and inserting their pitched yowls into Christmas songs.  You may think it is “cute.” You may even think it is “clever”. You are unequivocally wrong.

9. Santa, Baby – Eartha Kitt

As much fun as it is to watch Ms. Kitt growl these lyrics, let’s all remember that she is purring about Santa.  This nauseatingly graphic come-on to everyone’s favorite fat jolly old elf is possibly the creepiest, most lecherous popular Christmas song ever, reinforced by the original Catwoman’s coy vocals. Let’s just hope the narrator never got her claws into dear Santa – where is Mrs. Claus anyway? – and that she got some help for her sex addiction.

10. Please, Daddy (Don’t Get Drunk This Christmas) – John Denver

The late, great John Denver must have been (Rocky Mountain) high when he dropped this miserable honky-tonk track lamenting alcoholic dysfunction at the holidays. Of course, the golden-voiced Denver couldn’t have sounded melancholic if he tried, so the whole affair ends up a queasy mismatch between his sunny, swelling vocals and the unimaginably dark material. Nonetheless, the song inspired even more spirit-crushing covers by the likes of Alan Jackson and the Decemberists.

VIDEO: Coming Back to Me: The Vietnam Experience – Original Montage

Coming Back to Me: The Vietnam Experience

Edited with Final Cut Pro. Music by Jefferson Airplane. My first ever attempt at editing/montage: lost generation of Vietnam.