Dance and R & B (The Surround Sound)

DANCE & R n B -

The SURROUND SOUND

(Cut-up Performance poem by Trev Teasdel 2005 - Teesside) (To be read extremely fast!)

This also appears in Trev's book - Nightfall in Sorrento

One-stop - hip hop

Coming soon

Club classics

From the attic

Acid jazz and retro blast.

 

Brass with balls

Passion freaks

Bad asses

Bad in bed

 

Live your passion

Get your ration

On the slate

Tongue and groove.

 

The cadging coppers cap in hand

Jing and Jang orang-utans

Make the difference

Make your mark

Make a notch with your crotch

Coming soon

Trance that tune!

 

You’re the single of the week

Party proof, hair that’s sleek

Retro-clothes half antique

Pratt your hair and show a cheek.

 

Daft, Defected, unsuspected

Erections resurrected

Home goal, Hard soul

Soil the action

With dank distractions

Fuck hard because you’re worth it

Never dampen your down your style

 

 
Kitsch bar dynamite

Box office smash

Born in a brewery

On organic beer

 

It’s game on – Edgy

Passport sunset

After-thought condom

The Kings of Leoness

Seek the fallen goddess.

But Your grail’s in the ale

Where you leave your vapour trails

 

It’s R&B stunning

Sponsored by Loreal

It’s Mingus, Cunnilingus

Unforgettable,

Nat King Coled,

Way good, way good,

Hip-hop, one stop,

Acid Jazz.

 

 

Ah! The dancing gambler

The warbling breeze

Can’t stop to freeze or unzip his knees

On a local scene with choice cut capers

He’s in the papers with thieves and rapers

 

It’s a downtown beat,

A dawn flotilla

Of academic epidemics who think with their dicks

 

A one stop promo

Game on - edgy

Passport sunset

In golf as in life

Perfectly aligned

With on line tickets

For fat Boy slim,

Fat Boy Slim.

Fat Boy Slim

 

 

It’s a must-see-drama

Wholly expresso

In a Mocha malaise

You piss on your passion

As your soul goes flashin’

You got sonnets in attic

And raps in the gutter

You’re life’s like a clutter

Of tranced R&B

 

Ah! But you’re the single of the week,

Party proof, hair that’s sleek

Retro-clothes half unique

A wig for hair and bare of cheek.

 

Fast food,

Fast fuck,

Urban Guerrilla

Your mind works like Mozilla

A firefox hedonist

Of misinformation

A Dreamweaver diva

Microsoft in the head

You shatter the windows of the dead.

 

You dance like a geek

Look sleek

But your girl comes clean

Unzips your genes

Feels for your rod

Alters your DNA

But steals your I-pod

 

Ah! You’re sick as a carrot

You fuck like a parrot

What ho!

What can anyone say?

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As below The Crack magazine (NE What's On freebie) was a good source for the cut-up performance poem and the title from too much hearing Radio Galaxy (for Dance and R & B) -  somekind of reflection of modern culture going on there. It went through various drafts, parring it down and developing the theme, re-cutting and re-juxtaposing the images until it was something I could read extremely fast! This has gone down well  at spoken word gigs around the country. The trick is to have fun witht he images and word plays but to try and say something at the same time - either tangible or impressionistically.

They say that the media feeds on the media so that poets and artists may be inspired by TV, Radio, Magazines and novels and ad men by songs, poetry films.