A performance piece by John Mills-Cockell & Blake Parker
“The tale is a moral allegory. In Stella’s world, animal eyes polished like mirrors stare out of silver windows dissolve in the wash of static gives back a picture of sleek foreign desperadoes with hair-raising underworld connections. In Stella’s world, the photo twins drift down sunset streets neon lights winking hello-goodbye and their smooth bodies give off a faint whiff of negrito dreams and mental crack-up. In Stella’s world, we walk down noisy streets of memory paradise same time same place whispers telephone voice frozen in storage vats of the brain a slender hand reaches up for new moisturizing tint sparkles on the magnetic water leaves us speechless with cold feet and a cancelled ticket. The political world of children’s illustrations rubs shoulders with that of the radio DJ, advertising lingo, pop music, classical tangle of nostalgic strings dissolves into a stark image of Stella in black and white.”
Sample audio from the performance, Blake Parker reading, Leora Cashe singing, Greg Kozak percussion, John on keyboards.
Blake Parker
Turn on your radio Disk jockey talk
radio sparks in the wet blue night,
I tell you the journey
to paradise is shortened
by virtue & lengthened
by vice. Let the voice
of Ancient Biological Radio
light up your life!
Do you hear
what I hear?
Sound of saxophones
& telephones,
train whistle moan,
& the dried bones clack
in the dead-city night.
the voodoo dolls
and carbon types
are making hullabaloo
over on tenth avenue.
Look in the mirror Stella!
Look out the window.
Skulls are breaking
out there
& spines crack.
Blood flows down the street
in a twisted track.
There is a cold wild wind
ablowin’
& the neon rain
is slashing down.
Steel animal teeth are
tearing up the deep ground
& God’s secret name
is written
in the dangerous sparkle & rush
of the high flames,
amber,
green,
turquoise,
crimson
the sirens
scream in the city night
& the screams
rise up
into the city air
like lost souls
then fade
to the timeless dry rustle
of old newspapers,
dead air
& radio static
lapping up
on the shores of consciousness
& the message is: to dance is to be free!
“Stella” is released with cassette and script packaged in a hard shell plastic book: Cassette & script: $25.00 Cdn, $20.00 US Contact to buy CD