pomes 'n' blues choruses

i dunno if backing william bryan massey III at the jams has whetted my appetite to hear boho poetry 'n' rawk, but the arrival at mi casa of the way things work ceedee by unknown instructors couldn't have been more timely. el disco features spiel by spoken word cat dan mcguire and ex-saccharine trust frontguy jack brewer over music by ex-s.t. gtrist joe baiza and the onetime minutemen/firehose engine room of mike watt 'n' george hurley. existential ramblings plus knots of jazzoid punkrock (or punkoid jazz) equals one fine, fine, supafine listen.

hearing me spinning this, my sweetie suggested i chase it with kicks joy darkness, a compilation of jack kerouac poetry read by ppl ranging from jack's familiars allen ginsberg and lawrence ferlinghetti to neuroto-comic richard lewis and big-lipped movie star dad steven tyler. i always thought jack's life was more compelling than his fiction (not a bad thing, really, if you think about it), but his verse has the feel of mighty whitmanesque oaks, a visionary feast for ears.