slayshTank: The Wakesurf, Wakeskate, Skateboard, Music and Video Coalition

The perception of the color evoked by light, holding hands with the color that absorbs the color of night, like fingers rolling across piano keys, the dominoes bending down to… Read more…

The stars and stripes whip in the wind, the stripes fold over the stars in the hearts of new old friends, the blank thoughts that freeze my fingers enter again,… Read more…

This is a World Trade bound E train, next stop, next stop, This is a World Trade bound E train, next stop, next stop, I’ll curl my fists into balls,… Read more…

Outside inside the bright light big city, in a carousel horse spinning living room, the heartbreak story just another form of the heartbreak glory, down Chrystie St towards Broome, another… Read more…

From the first notes and driving beat of the drums you can smell the dust and dirt settling underneath a melting sun, the squint in my eyes as we ride… Read more…

A forked tongue is a tongue split into two distinct tines at the tip, crawling through the battle mud, on belly and chest, fighting the devil’s grip, with the ghost… Read more…

A down beat and a clap is all i need to beat the rap, my knuckle’s pop and snap by the crooked clap but like the change I stack there… Read more…

My mind feels like a blank stare this morning, an expressionless, uncomprehending stare, searching for a thought and coming up empty, like a dark hallway wandering for the light switch,… Read more…

The virtual band in cartoon land has teamed up with a dope boy in a Cadillac, imagine that and excuse the mess, just head out back, Daft Punk is playing… Read more…

Beat break clap beat break piano clink sing not thinking about it, I was moving to the beat with just a sneak in the mirror to see, I was breaking… Read more…

I feel like i hear hear the ocean, smell the salt, the wrestle in my nose of early 60′s innocence and exploration, a sense of departure from what you thought was supposed to be and the moment you realized what … Continue reading →

I would like to be bopping down the street dodging the cracks that break your mother’s back, past the graffiti, past the Coca Cola trash. The rattle of the crawling traffic so ever present that it is in my mind … Continue reading →

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And the clouds cleared and the sun looked down lazily heating the day casually and we find ourselves on a Saturday strumming melodies, bah da buh, bah da buh, bah da buh, in the quest to pull my old heart … Continue reading →

Uh yes! Make me move I want to move, skip skip it’s the beats that bounce the bricks and the perfect tongue holding the perfect wit. I can feel the city breathe, absorbing the anxious reality, I mean the big … Continue reading →

Haunting keys, like the kind you find as the leaves curl in the wind around the lamp post of a cobble stone street of a January day, in the corner of your mind from the movie you can’t seem to … Continue reading →

If you have every felt like a king snake slithering through the stale green moss stuck to the top of the swamp and the swarming insects swarming to the blood pumping from your heart and the dripping wet sticky heat … Continue reading →

All this Phantogram talk has me in the bouncing kind mood and who better to strut around the house with than the king of strut and the Stones? This song pops for a number or reasons. 1. Ronnie Wood’s bass … Continue reading →

One of the best things I ever heard, “It’s very funny to be a frog.” On a Friday evening on the Four Seasons lawn breathing in the breeze, talking about rsvp’s, the lines, the two weeks in March, the interactive, … Continue reading →

A butterfly gave me this song, a butterfly with a sheen auburn sliver running up her spine, and the cote d’azur shining the body of her wings, and framed with the color of knight at her edges, and as I … Continue reading →

If you want to know exactly where the term “killin it” came from, I do believe that I have found the origin. Mr. Star Time straight up murders it! 1. Sick Jumpsuit? Check 2. Mustache? Check 3. Bell Bottoms? Check … Continue reading →

pouring through the websites, tapping the keys to the keyboard and I can’t find what I am looking for, all the music in the world at my fingertips but nothing to inspire, my back is twitching and my eyes are … Continue reading →

Frenetic energy coming from you to me, my thoughts wrestle with what to write next, perplexed, all of the excitement bottle up and ready, ready for what, engrossed in the spree of notes, and bangs and clangs and driving guitar … Continue reading →

Drip drip the drain pipes click as the cat’s wander to catch a lick and the earth moves a little slower and I react a little slower and the gray stacks on top of the smoke and the silver twists … Continue reading →

With the remaster of The Stones Some Girls, I thought I would play a cut from the album with that Stones country twist and Bakersfield slide and all that Gram Parson kicked attitude and spit and country road wonder that … Continue reading →

Waking up to a thick layer of persisting gray skies with the life of a wax museum and the expanse of God’s vision, my thoughts turned to Led Zeppelin’s Led Zepellin III. As much of the album was conceived and … Continue reading →

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire? Egg nog and a shot of grandpas wild turkey? Sounds like you are off to a nice start, but if you are looking to add a little street cred to your holiday party and … Continue reading →

As you stand at Avenue G at Greenpoint the buckle of train tracks come to a Manhattan rattle, a squeal, and an exhausted tired hiss, doors crack pop open and a mammoth grey elephant ducks her head and wiggles out … Continue reading →