Have hardly touched the guitar since my much-ballyhooed landfill gig last September. The WXPR radio appearance —(video above, from Rich Russo’s Anything, Anything)— was part of the big promotional juggernaut.
Of course, “juggernauts” are supposed to be unstoppable, and stopping was the very first thing I did after the landfill gig was over. Just could not multi-task to the degree necessary to maintain any momentum. (Musically speaking: a rest.)
There was, however, some very nice feedback that I meant to eventually follow up on. Maybe the time is now.
- I was so honored to have Marijke Rijsberman of Interfacility attend. On her blog, The Landfill Diaries, she posted her review of my musical efforts—as well as some funny commentary about a few of the products that we’ve designed packaging for. (i.e.: “… spangles for underage females.”)
- Artists, Tattfoo & Enze Tan also attended and wrote about it: here.
- Covering the Staten Island landfill beat, was Staten Island Advance reporter, Jamie Lee whose story was entitled, A concert stage rises atop the landfill.
- Photographer, Andrew Gardner came and took some great photos which he posted to his Flickr site.
- And the the Freshkills Park folks who did so much work to make such an event even possible, also posted a “recap” about my performance—(on their capped garbage mound)—here.
Because there was limited seating on the bus, only a finite number of people could attend that day, but everyone who did went home with a free and uniquely packaged copy of “Songs About Packaging.”
There are still some of those left. My mom bought one. Why not you?
(Song lyrics, after the fold…)
Your stomach sank when you woke up this morning.
You stayed up late and overslept—again.
You see yourself reflected in
the mirror in the medicine cabinet.
Well, this is what you get. You’re tired.
You barely even have the strength to swallow
some pills you haven’t quite used up—yet.
You use ’em now, but don’t you see?
They may have seen their potency dissipate.
The expiration date’s expired.
On a beautiful day in the sun,
you wanna go out and play and have fun.
Yeah, you know how you hate always coming in last.
Now you don’t wanna wait till too late and it’s past
the expiration date.
So now you’re up, you need a cup of coffee,
you won’t have time for coffee cake.
You wonder if you’re past your prime
and the exact amount of time it’ll take,
but you know that—you’re at a standstill.
You didn’t know the milk could go so sour.
You spit it out into the kitchen sink.
The carton said, “refrigerate.”
You read expiration date, but you knew
it ends up heading to the landfill.
© 2006 Randy Ludacer
Beach Packaging Design