STEERING WITH MY KNEES
Exotic/Zany/BIZARzyski Sex-n-Energy Knee-Steering Cinematic Swan Song Rockin’-Double-Z
Romp! buzzed the phantasmagorical neon hanging outside the recording studio door as the producers and I kicked this project into gear. It wasn’t long, however, before we found ourselves buried axle-deep and spinning our wheels in the mire of that longstanding dictum, “Dying is easy. Comedy is difficult.” Our initial quest to incite knee-slapping hilarity out of the hard-assed funny bone transitioned—like hubris to humility—into a quest to invite, instead, grin-fueled musings out of the soft sinew of the heart.
Thus, we deliver here 34 genre-less, smoldering-cauldron-concoctions that we believe make leaps of artistic reckless-abandon faith into creativity’s infinities. No Speed Limits! No Road Signs or Star Charts! No Rules! No fences, boundaries, borders or sustained "concept album” thematics! No music or poetry purity! We’re talking fountain-of-hormone-overdosed-youth, visceral Risk-Taking! Solely, and soulfully, for the simple fun and adrenaline-rush of it all—words, chords, locutions, grooves, rhythms, riffs steering with THEIR knees!
As in, “Look, Cosmos—NO HANDS!” As in, hang-gliding Bagdad (Arizona) through a haboob, “lava-boarding" the Mauna Loa volcano flow, bodysurfing the Farallon Islands during great white shark half-price-appetizer happy hour.
All by way of posing the infernal eternal question to both young and old, to both the wild and the wary, “If The Extreme Creativist comes a-knockin’, are you game enough to invite IT in? Are you? Even while knowing full well that it was ITS guardian angel who posed for Edvard Munch’s “The Scream?” (Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.)
Steering With My (Our!) Knees pushes, via sonic novelties, the poetic metaphor for Fearlessly, yet tenderly, living and dying on planet earth. To all of you kindred-spirited knee-steerers, here’s to embracing the life-buoy Virtue of Defiance—here’s to going "Full-Throttle-Aristotle!", to punching it, Galileo-TKO!, out into the cosmic Cluster-Ruckus of it all!
Squeegee the windshield crystal-ball clear
And ball-peen-hammer the rear-view mirror!