Horse House #2

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…

http://www.vinylburns.com

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

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

A poem, by Vinyl Burns

Here are some of the lyrics from my song “Dancer” available at http://www.vinylburns.com or on my facebook page.

DANCER.

Aw, this had better be good… you’d better be ready for this. It starts up gentle, but we fire it up… fire it up like a kiln…. Bring you all the way up to 800 degrees celcius.  That’s firing temperature. Let me tell ya… you might want to sit down for this.

Yeah… bring the beef back. Lay down some of that bovine syncopation. Four on the floor… four in the belly…. COW STYLE!

That’s right ladies, I called you bitches, I gave you babies, I brough you riches.
That’s right ladies, I called you bitches, I gave you babies, I brough you riches.

Honest, soulful… pure, honest, soulful drums… you can’t argue with the drums…

I’m a rapper, tap tap, tell me who is that?
As the vinyl turns and the record player burns,
like a wiki wiki West Nile virus fever
if a lady wants me, you’d best believe her…

Come on now… ride the bicycle to the dairy for me.
I need some butter and some eggs.
That’s what I need.

Let me tell you something….

You feel the pain, I earn the dollar, I walk the walk, it’s me they follow,
they envy me, it’s me they covet, the ladies have it and the ladies love it!
(and can you get some of those biscuits as well?)
I’m a disco dog on a leash of love, like a K9 rolling on a shagpile rug,
I scratch and I twist and I hit the ground, and I bark and I leave hairs all around.

(That’s a metaphor.  I hear you, I feel what you’re saying… with your words.)

OK.. you know what they say… “Upstairs for thinking… downstairs for parking”. It’s gonna get heavy now.

I’m a rapper, tap tap, tell me who is that?
As the vinyl turns and the record player burns,
like a wiki wiki West Nile virus fever
if a lady wants me, you’d best believe her…

Bring back the beat to the seventies master,
V for Vinyl, lazyboy recliner,
Bring back the meat for the summertime platter,
Power to the people, Vinyl is a rapper

That’s right ladies, I called you bitches, I gave you babies, I brough you riches.
I paid for dinner, I let you swallow, now crack the bass, I hear you holla.

You feel the pain, I earn the dollar, I walk the walk, it’s me they follow,
they envy me, it’s me they covet, the ladies have it and the ladies love it!

I’m a likable love and I ride a bike, I honour your culture, I respect the dykes.
I feel a fever like a summer chill, the choice is yours to be on the pill.
I’m a freedom lover and a man of means, and I like the ladies and I like machines.
I like good cooking and a lady chef, and the guy who cleans my pool, named Jeff.

A verbal warning doesn’t slow me down, doesn’t kill the evening, doesn’t cool the crowd…
Don’t stop the bus if the tank’s still full.
You’re a lady in RED and I’m a charging bull.

like a wiki wiki West Nile virus fever
if a lady wants me, you’d best believe her…