chet faker’s sexy
a performance made of gold
show me the money
Electric Lady,
Whether you are high or low
You’re our ArchAndroid.
'Fros, corn rows, and fades
Synthesizers, 808s
toward liberation
- OutKast
Janelle Monáe
Electric lady,
To the posthuman future
You lead me, dancing.
Rock my world, rebel
Transform hearts and minds all night
Janelle Monáe, truth
Ms. Jackson’s roses
Sho’ nuff don’t smell like boo boo,
She da (Baghdad) bomb!
Alt-J on Sunday
Get down with the triangle!
Now Let’s Tessellate!
Crying tears of joy
During Washed Out’s performance
Within and Without
OutKast is my jam
All of my haikus are weak
Outkast is not weak
Neko Case and I
Locked eyes at her last concert.
Wife caught us…(awkward).
A pale autumn moon–
the Android gleams beneath it
in dinner jacket.
Jungle
Slides the keyboard like
Child—Creative genius,
You can’t get enough!
Sitting by the Banks
Thoughts circulating my head,
“Boy, don’t hurt your brain.”
I shed a Teardrop
Every time I hear, or miss,
Massive Attack live.
Dark descends. Stars rise.
Seas of painted palms awake
to tectonic skies.
No bands known to me
I am old, live by the sea
Likely I flake on you
TV on The Radio
Is it wrong to say
They’re LCD Soundsystem?
It’s just semantics.
Radio on blast.
“I’m sorry Ms. Jackson,” gon’
see Outkast for reallllll.
Waiting for Outkast
Bathroom line too long, can’t wait
…You got some roses?
Be My Thievery
Sleep On 'Till The Morning Comes
'Till The Sunlight Burns