Patti Smith at Westhampton

September 6, 2009


Patti and her band did a fabulous set out at the Westhampton Arts Center on August 15, 2009.
Here’s a fine rendition of her poem Piss Factory.

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Patti Smith at the City Winery…

April 22, 2009

Patti at City Wimery…young bodies old fans…moving with the force…rode around Manhattan that day and lo and behold she would read a poem from Walt Whitman entitled “Manhattan”…felt the connecton…met Anne Waldman…Patti couldn’t remember the lyrics to Jerry’s “Palm Sunday” I helep fill her in…when you’re feeling it, your feeling it…Patti with Phillip Glass and her daughter Jessie was the same way…she was feeling it…need I say more…?…

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Patti Smith Youtube Playlist…

March 8, 2009

Patti Smith at The Bowery Ballroom…

January 26, 2009

Patti Smith
Videopoem..Patti at the Bowery Ballroom gig first night she rumination on William Burroughs “Wild Boys.” …green lizard boy jockstrap slung in the sun line…not many got it, I did…Burroughs prophesizes of a world over run by mad adolescents who battle against the tyranny of the modern corporate disease through acts of sexual deviance and moral terpitude…Patti swagger, full rock n’ roll vibe…Lenny and the band right on…slipped into groove space…the live music raw and uninhibited.
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Patti Smith at the Beacon…

September 19, 2008

Fall breeze remembering sexuality when time was a pregnant membrane before it became cloistered with the bad breath of the suited monkeys with thier lies and pollution when my mind could wander free and easy at peace bathing in the moonlight when mattered and it seemed like people cared but that was long ago long long ago but the words keep coming they are my children my little darlings the one’s I can be affectionate about as around me die fade away compromise themselves that is their choice this is mind into the night I go wounded but not dead….