Take a chance & roll the dice on this rock & roll road novel and hitch a ride with Jack Morrison AKA the Jack of Hearts, and his Mexican sidekick, the one-armed small change bandit, as they road trip through the American Southwest.
From the casinos of Las Vegas to the cliffs of the Grand Canyon, the saga careens through the violent world of organized crime, sinks into the seedy sleazy world of virtual sex, and makes an offbeat detour into the psychedelic mayhem of the Deadhead universe.
With flashbacks to Vietnam, a lurid tale of sex, drugs, murder, and rock and roll, goes down late 20th Century style, as a Vietnam veteran long-on-the-lam, his pal, and his pal's tag-along jailbait girlfriend--the precocious Sugar-Spun Sister--get more than they bargain for when a routine game of blackjack becomes a bloodbath. Jack is forced to play hero, only to have his past sneak up on him in a bad, bad way, and bring their world crashing down.
Influences
Sex W/ An Angel
She came from outer space
She had an angelic face
She had wisdom in her eyes
& she knew how to cry
I had sex w/an angel
She was so divine
She was so sublime
She had the kiss of time
I want to satisfy her
I want to make her scream
I want to satisfy her
I want to feel her love stream
she had soft brown curls they hung so naturally
and she had eyes that spoke of gentle mystery
she sang a song about love and ecstasy
I looked into her eyes & I saw another mind
I looked into her eyes
And I felt myself unwind
I felt the sudden sharp and narrow surprise
of seeing every hidden truth
And every hidden lie.
-beautiful backing vocals by Pam Rasada. guitars, song and vocals by Joe Rossi. Drums & percussion: Terry Burke & Doug Maas & Devin Thomas. Keyboards: Gesine Lohr. Bass: who knows.
Girl in brown
Are you feeling blue?
Did you ever, ever feel like I do?
Did you ever notice anything
In some stranger's eyes
That touched you deep inside?
For a girl
Spa gun girl
Break my heart
Rock my world
She's the UPS Girl
She's a spa gun girl
Just a simple girl
In a beautiful world!
And they might call you FoxieRoxie
I ain't gonna rest until
you're a part of my world!
She's a spa gun girl
Break my heart
She's the UPS Girl ...
Sounds Like
Love Her Like The Rain
She's like a cloud
floating across the sky
fall in love w/ her
& you will never ever die
and I love her, love her like the rain
and I love her, love her like the rain
She's like a dream
floating downstream
floating away
up into the sky
forest princess, queen of the living earth
she's the light, the air, the trees
she's the love, the love we breathe
she's the thunder, she's the rain
& you need her or you'll go insane.
and I love her, love her like the rain
and I love her, love her like the rain
like the rain
like the rain
like the rain
like the rain
- recorded live in 1991. Backing vocals by Patty Gladwynne, AKA Tree, Ken Whiteley on acoustic guitar, vocals and lead guitar Joe Rossi, drums by Doug Maas, percussion by Terry Burke aka ELBOP, and Keyboards by Gesine Lohr.
We got 90210 & Shannon Doherty
& everything is fine in the land, the land of make believe
& we thought that Johnny Carson would never leave
& everythings a lie in the land, the land of make believe
won't you come see my angels by the sea
buried treasure is waiting if you believe
& there is always someone or something new to see
see the angels, angels by the sea
Mr. Brady died of AIDS, whatever happened to Rueben Kincaid?
at Sunset & Doheny where the heavy metal rusts & rolls
David Geffen is looking out the window of his Rolls
picks up his cellular phone to call W. Axl Rose
hits the wrong button and dials H. Ross Perot.
at Venice Beach an old man makes spare change reading palms
another man gets bent out of shape, reading the Psalms
Harry Perry skates by playing his Les Paul
Been down there so long, Lord knows he's seen it all
won't you come see my angel by the sea
sometimes she's pretty; sometimes obscene
sometimes we dream of better worlds to be
we dream of angels, angels by the sea
Mr. Brady died of AIDS, whatever happened to Rueben Kincaid
(c)1996 Joe Rossi
my eyes have found you
in my dreams I have unwound you
in my mind's eye; you were naked
I reached out & I touched your skin.
You were calling, calling for someone
You were falling, into a face
The face kept changing, kept rearranging
Till we both fell from grace
My eyes have touched you
In a broken space long ago
I won't forget you & I won't let you
Fall from grace.
As fast as light across the sky
As fast as summer left behind
The music takes & shakes the ground
In this erotic night of colored sound ...
Icarus falls like the moon from the sky
& it's so quiet you can hear a raindrop cry
a blanket of stars on our midnight ride
like Paul Revere but we got no place to hide
We were warned not to get too close to the sun
But we were lost even before we begun
& I never really did listen to no one
that did not speak with a fork for a tongue.
Music By Ray Manzarek from his album Love Her Madly
Lyrical interpretation and overlay by Deadhead Dylan
No one is really sure how and when Dylan Morrison became myth and enigma; nobody is even really sure who he is or where he came from. One day he just showed up, and he seemed like an old friend like he had been around since time immemorial; like he had been a Doors Fan ever since the world began.
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2009: IT'S TIME; LETS BLOW SOME MINDS!
Well, let's see: in 2008 it was an hour for magic and yet to hear the news pundits tell it, 2008 was among the worst years ever. Of course, they are looking at the stock market, the housing bust, and all the other bad news that dominated the headlines the past 12 months. However, I think that if you look at the election of Barack Obama, with this one single event I was right on target with my hour for magic.
It's always darkest before the dawn, right? More correctly there will always be challenges before us, and like I said the world will always be teetering on the edge. I have no illusions about the presidency of Barack Obama. I do think he will be a good and decisive leader, but he's human too. His election more importantly, signals a future where more and more, who we are inside is more important than what is on the outside. It's the harbinger of changes to come.
As we move forward, let's always keep in mind those who are going to sleep tonight without enough food, without parents who are lost to war, without a house over their head, facing illness, foreclosure, hunger, drought, famine, pestilence.
But even as we count our own blessings, have compassion for yourself. It's OK to want things. To the man feeling guilty because he was sad he had no shoes until he met a man who had no feet, I would say to him that the man with no feet is within his right mind to feel sorry for himself despite the man next to him with no legs.
Suffering is suffering. Some of us suffer a little. Some of us suffer more. It's part of life and natural to seek to eliminate suffering. Any species that didn't react this way to suffering would be deselected in the evolutionary process.
Still, it's important to rise above our circumstances, even if in comparison to others our lot isn't so bad. Let's count our blessings, count the stars in the sky and choose the signs of our days. This is the year I enter the town of my birth. Lets be ready.
Joe Rossi was born in Los Angeles, California on February 25, 1963. He grew up in Arcadia, California where he graduated from Arcadia High School. He attended USC after graduation but dropped out after one semester to pursue his artistic ambition. In and out of community college and a variety of jobs ever since, he formed and gigged with several bands throughout the 1980’s including The Looking Blue (1985) and The Cut or Beat Babies in 1988-89. A Grateful Dead cover band called Cassidy in 1990 as well as the Loose Connection, in 1991.
In 1993 Rossi shifted gears, and began working as a journalist for the Pasadena Weekly, in Pasadena California, where he covered the controversial city council of the day, often locking horns with local firebrand Isaac Richard. Married in 1993, him and ex-wife Jodie Woods-Rossi-Fish, moved to Austin Texas in late 1995 to be closer to her family when she became pregnant with Jerry Rossi, his first child and named for the late Jerry Garcia.
Rossi spent the last ten years working and living in Austin Texas, at first for a local trade publication called Unisys World as managing editor
Rossi then began working in the delivery and courier businesses like so many other starving writers, artists and musicians. He continued to write and post, and create websites for his original works and music. In 2006 he self-published P.S. Kiss The Duchess For Me, a book featuring letters written by his namesake and grandfather, Joe Moss, who perished in France fighting in World War II. He also put out a CD, Last Fling W/ Decadence & Democracy and self published at lulu.com his experimental novel, Double Down.
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At first glance, i thought you were simply a joke, you were doing this to be funny. With your back door jam pictures in which you can see your daughter in. But after really looking at this i see your a narcissistic middle aged man who has spent the last god knows how many years trying to be this legendary man. and all you have to show for it is the same sways and a pair of leather pants. if you really love Morrison quit right now. you are the typical asshole Morrison hated
and further more i find it deeply offensive that you would recite this mans poetry. you are a middle aged overweight joke. Long Live Morrison, but for the love of God let you abominations of the doors songs be the last videos of "the backdoor jam"
The Last Waltz I just want that thing When voices join in harmony And in that fleeting moment, Meaning coalesces on the ear, All dark, dissolving, clouds the alleyways no more And fresh bread scent of home pervades the air No sandal soles In dust of broken homes Nor callused toes peep bloody from the garment hem, And all the big parades And shock and awe And swagger on the carrier decks and medals Jangle helpless in the face of what is fair I just want that thing When friends draw in, some living some begone, Some brittle, none forgotten All beloved everyone. Then dash the glass into the fire Then well up unashamed my heart Beyond the reach of fear Of faith, blind, bigoted and drear And then across the great divide Rise men and women unafraid To dash in loss their bracelets at the wall, And hearing them Hope holds me in its thrall. I just want that thing When empathy prevails When man evolves beyond the crass And reason comes of age When dogma, cant, and witchcraft All are banished to the past When voices join in harmony at last.