songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
don’t let ‘em take who you are boy & don’t try to be who you ain’t
© Hardenberstr., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit, don’t ever say your car is broke / Don’t worry about losing your accent, a southern man tells better jokes / Have fun, stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister’s birthday / Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away (Drive-By Truckers) [...]

to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence
© Avishai Cohen, Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

When our two souls stand up erect and strong / Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher / Until the lengthening wings break into fire / At either curvèd point,—what bitter wrong / Can the earth do to us, that we should not long / Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher / The [...]

sock it, rock it, heat it, beat it, then fling it at ‘em
© Amok Amor, Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Do that thing, jazz band! / Whip it to a jelly / Sock it; rock it; heat it; beat it; then fling it at ‘em / Let the jazz stuff fall like hell on king and truck driver, queen and laundress, lord and laborer, banker and bum (Amok Amor, poem by Frank Marshall Davis)