Buddy Bee Anthony

there's a time to fish and a time to mend nets.

Nobody ever listened to me while I was alive. So, on my tombstone, I want an engraver to carve a 'thank you for finally listening.' etched in the lower margins,

Can't you see the roadmap of my life written on my face and these tattoos which burn hot from my insides.

Dominatrix on the axis climbs The Tower Of Plaxis

Decendants of David, and Son's Of Jesus, where have all the gentiles gone? I didn't have the answer to that question. Something told me, if asked, the T.V, preacher had a pat answer to it. Still, the night skies are filled with haunting cries into hot mics by Native Sons chanting ancient prayers to one day pierce with fire, the 'blessed' stained glass to turn to ash, all Philistinian, brick, mortar and concrete sanctuariums.

I don't smile alot. I am in my 60's and don't care if you don't like me my style or lack thereof. I can aim high to entertain you if I am paid well to do so. I have specialized training in that regard. My voice jolts you with a million volts of musical energy Let's just say I've jumped enough batteries, to light up all the Christmas lights and Taxi cabs in New York City.. I have lines on my face, and, tatooes on my insides. By now, if you're still reading, you understand I am not a role model. I don't care whether or not you think I'd make a gracious guest at your next dinner party. I sing about greed, vanity, lust, grief, Power relationships, the human struggles for acceptance and love in a world made of stone and steel., I bust through the earth's crust. Atlas on my freedom train destination: spirit. A hmore connective, higher stream of consciousness. using my musical power to move you into a dream state of mind. I, like you probably hope for better. I have an outlaw's mind and by proxy. I'm an outsider by design. My lyrics are my six guns. Sometimes, when I I am entertaining, I act out my most delectible, terrible twos fantasies. I offend freely. But, we all take a risk that somebody isn't going to say nice things about our work. Our message is going to disturb others. The trick isn't to run away and hide. The trick is to hit and run with the beat of the dance. We have become far too hard boiled. and have tried to pass our hard shells onto our budding artists, Tragically, there has been a plage of conformity. Putting your neck out too far hasn't been healthy. Why is that? We crush too many of our most gifted. Granted some are several deviations from the norm But, what good is an artist who doesn't question the rules of their society? We trash the messenger. because we feel queazy about the message.. It's our duty and our calling to sound the alarm to question everybody and everything, To be a diligent contrarian. When you say why? , an artist might say why not? if you say why not? They might say, why bother? ... I know one thing. I am far better than a New York mInute and a half, So, If you can muster up the courage, then, stick around for my big prestige. . It is my pleasure to jolt your senses, into a new vantage point. If I don't change your assemblage point, . then I am not doing my job as a musician. Don't expect me to smile or cut my hair to get in anyone's good graces. Music, my music comes from a sacred, and ancient source, the cauldron of the beating human heart, ., I don't always play well with others and I don't want to sob and lament over broken toys or spilled milk.. I am not singing to save the Mountain Gorilla's or the whales, , I am not trying to liberate gay rights defenders. I don't write songs with themes about Somalia, New Brunswick, Apache's, , Eskimoes. Or the plight of the polar bear. I don't have a blues scale pipeline to oppressed woman around the world. I wrote a few songs to see if I could become accomplished in Folk, , and Country music. I have a formidable wheel house of storied material that keeps growing. I don't play Christmas music, nor do I employ gender baiting or bending, to build my music career. It feels to me, to be cheap, manipulative, and inauthentic. Denaturing, the rich fabric and texture of a more solid and critical, musical message.