The last few weeks have been preternaturally stressful, with my synapses snapping like twigs under the feet of an oaf.
Today, however, brought us into May, and heralded the appearance of a significant thing that I made with my pal Mick. It's a record of my poetry, recited over backings from Mick and me. It's called "Bite My Knee"―I'd love for you to hear it, and you can do that here. It’s also on other digital-music sites and excitements, like iTunes.
Amazon made me put [explicit] on it, which makes me wanna puke.
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