Tuesday, Sept. 11: Brian Belott works himself into a shamanistic trance via repetitive rhythms and utterances that somehow function in a place between ingratiating and grating, irritating and irresistible.
Brian Belott: When I saw you, I said, here's a guy who would say, I refuse to party until you eat my penis, and the sandwich is good. And I said, that guy is good in my book.
Brian Belott: When I saw you, I said, here's a guy who would say, I refuse to party until you eat my penis, and the sandwich is good. And I said, that guy is good in my book.
BNB?
-sjk
johnnyblotter 2 years ago
good job, brian
trenton
torpedoboy4 3 years ago
a snocker pals full. a watch sneaker, a purubian palace nacker---es teen!
islandcrimes 3 years ago
a eupurian nest hap, a paris bilze grower, a testiment to wog glories welch titlin weather gary's tomb raider like it or not.
islandcrimes 3 years ago
do it.
MrWowforever 4 years ago
very beautiful gesture to perform this piece on 9/11. i really liked the heartfelt, honest, raw, conversational New York New York at the end.
lareeree 4 years ago