ALBUzerxQUE Volume 17 | Zerx 057
My greatest invention. Some people call these things “samplers” akin to them embroidery and needlework delicacies those dear 19th century maidens stitched together. Just like that. — Mark Weber ALL … Continue reading
Mark Weber grew up in Cucamonga, California, where he threw rocks at freight trains and has the distinct memory of hearing Sam the Sham singing “Wholly Bully” off in the distance, a mile away, over the loudspeakers at Upland Memorial Park’s baseball field, on summer afternoons watching the orange-purple Martian sunsets so prevalent to his smog-encrusted homeland. His alma mater is San Berdoo County Jail where he matriculated in cold turkey. Adovada. He published his first poem when he was 15 and he’s 60 now, and still, he suspects that 90% of everything he’s ever wrote is junk. Meanwhile, he’s preparing himself psychically, mentally, spiritually, and physically, for The Immortal Poem to occur to him.
My greatest invention. Some people call these things “samplers” akin to them embroidery and needlework delicacies those dear 19th century maidens stitched together. Just like that. — Mark Weber ALL … Continue reading
When Big Web asked me to join his new band the (as yet un-named) Bubbadinos he asked me to play trombone but I told him that I wanted to play lapsteel guitar. He said “I didn’t know that you could play the steel guitar”, I said “I can’t”. — J.A. Deane
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“The poetry was a perfect foil to a musical background, consequently a good time was had by all, a visual and audible treat.” — Kenny Davern Continue reading
“Every town in America has half a dozen prettified country bands but no place on Earth is there a band like the Bubbadinos.” — Mark Weber Continue reading
This sturdy series of little ‘books’ has been compared to the Pocket Poets series begun in the early 60s by City Lights Publishing and continues to delight audiences with the powerful imagery of the writers selected. As Laurel Speer (Beatlick News) wrote: “You can carry a Little Red Book in your coat pocket along with a passport. The passport will take you out of the country. The book will transport you out into the galaxy.” Continue reading
An evolution of gratitude to Mark for the silent spaces between the thoughts, words, and poems from which this concert arose; to Tom Guralnick for planet Outpost, base camp to parallel dimensions; to Janet Simon for divine hospitality and terrestrial support; to the audience of Dreamers who dove into the cosmic womb with us; to Steven Schmidt for discerning notes and words from satelite beeps; to Dana Duke for adding shine; to Jim Gale and JB Bryan for manifesting design; and to the playful Universerse, for having that car zoom by after Poem #4, conjuring a rocket ship vanishing into outer space, or a long forgotten inner galaxy… Kazzrie Jaxen Continue reading
It was autumn. In New York. Warm days and chilly nights. The Lower East Side. Down at the Stone, where did Connie’s band find that amazing chord for that Sanskrit chant? Wow. — Mark Weber Continue reading
This reading took place in tribute to Todd Moore at The Hardwood Art Center in Albuquerque, NM on May 22, 2010. Todd’s own reading from “The Name Is Dillinger” was produced by Todd Moore, J. A. Deane and Mark Weber for Zerxpress (2001) and is used with permission. Edited by Bruce Holsapple. Cover photo by Pete Jonsson. Copyright 2010 the Estate of Todd Moore, Zerxpress and Vox Audio PO Box S94 Magdalena NM 87825 Continue reading
From piece to piece the music moves smoothly from accurate melodies to intense interaction then soft and mysterious textures that allow poet Mark Weber’s poetry to come through. Through many gestures that could be modal, harmonically static, bebop harmony, dense or open, vertical or horizontal, there is a lot more conversation going on than in many standard jazz quintets. — Francis Lo Kee Continue reading