Horse House #2
January 20, 2010
Vinyl Burns plays "Greek Mail Order Wife" in video for "Poetry Slam"
Hooolaaah Revelers.
I trust you all survived the holiday break and are itching to see more action in 2010.
I myself am just about to go into production month on the Chit Chat Lounge 2010 project. Year four and we’ve enlisted additional writers, wardrobe consultants and renovated the greenroom media suite to allow for the Scandinavian networks to do their simulcasts standing up.
I had hoped to have my people attach a music file to this, to remind you of the good times created at Horse House Studios last summer… but they didn’t know how. So, you can go to…
and find them there. I recommend “Dancer” – have a listen to that.
We also welcome the newest member of the Chit Chat band, who comes to us from a powerful and inspired James Cameron project… No names just yet, but you can be sure that three 90 minute rehearsals will have us cooking with the same beige-warm intensity as you felt on the back of your neck last Autumn, walking back from the dairy with some soda powder for those ulcers.
Remember to go to http://www.vinylburns.com and sign up to the mailing list, to receive FREE mp3s of all Vinyl’s hit songs and video clips.
Also, in light of recent terrible events, the Chit Chat Lounge will officially be raising funds, in the form of generous audience donation, for those suffering in Haiti under the strain of fallen architecture and mountain sides. Rest assured that every cent raised will go towards delicious beverages with which we will toast to the future good health of those good people.
So, stay focused, and tune to the Chit Chat Lounge at the sites below.
http://www.myspace.com/chitchatlounge
http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=chitchatlounge&init=quick#/group.php?gid=6350944981&ref=ts
Remember, Vinyl Burns is a lovely place to spend your evening.
Peace on your face.
VB
I can FEEL it.
Lunar Lover
March 19, 2009
Shooting for the stars with your special one…?
The Moon
February 14th is one of those special dates… Everybody’s trying to make that big impression, and lets face it, it’s all been done before.
So, if you’re looking to impress Vinyl Burns next Valentine’s day… Fly me to the moon.
I promise I’ll put out.
VB
Goodbye Itouch
August 7, 2008
Like many relationships, I would try to communicate with it, but it would only hear what it wanted to hear. Sometimes I would go to great pains to be slow, gentle and understanding of it’s weaknesses and frailties… only to be greeted with a glazed over look of incomprehension, as it failed to respond to my caress.
I tried to change, to slow down, to be less creative, but in the end it was cranky, moody and inflexible. I thought I wanted it once, back before it was even available… and again when I saw other people having so much fun with it… Some people will probably settle for it’s failings, and for some people with more modest needs, I’m sure it’s fine… but all it did was make me moody, frustrated, sad, ripped off and gave me the odd cramp, which really sucked.
Every now and then, I’m sure I’ll miss the convenience of its easy touch, but it is certainly…
Goodbye
Itouch.
K/W F.C.
June 2, 2008
I took a break from rehearsing for my coming variety show appearance in K/W (that’s urban rhyming slang for “The Cities of Kitchener and Waterloo”. Apparently they were originally two large cities hundreds of miles apart, who’s mayors developed something of a homosexual romance, and devised a plan to relocate both cities to a third, geographically neutral location, allowing them to retain ready access to mortal (and legal) sins of the flesh , as well as the duly appointed Mayoral “bling bling”.
On my day off, I stopped in to watch the women’s soccer team with whom I have an informal coaching arrangement. I can’t explain this arrangement in any detail for tax and legal reasons. Also, one of their husbands owns a computer and might read this.
It was during this soccer game that I was reminded of the fragility of life. As the referee huffed and puffed around the 5m circle in the centre of the pitch, he missed, misinterpreted, misheard, fabricated, ignored, disbelieved, disregarded, over emphasised or closed his eyes to almost every instance of activity on the field. Indeed, he blew his whistle so often, it was almost as if he were just double checking that he was still breathing. And, with his giant elderly short pants up around his nipples, it’s likely he sported an even higher pitched instrument than that which hang from his neck.
The frustration of both teams was evident, though not to the referee, as they cursed, gestured, disrobed and urinated at him. (or in the case of the latter, on his car).
While I felt for these poor ladies, striving to excel under the ruling thumb of a male fist, I couldn’t help thinking that they would learn from this, the same lesson that the Mayors learned all those years ago.
That a man will see what he wants, and do what he pleases, and even if it’s expensive, uncomfortable or even illegal, you’ll probably always end up with a new city in your back yard and someone’s balls in the back of your net.
Vinyl Burns
