#Andrew Gibby

[angria]

"I deserve love" I said to a mentor of mine, years ago. She said--"Try to not use the words 'love' and 'deserve' in the same sentence. Love is never, and I mean never, something one must earn."

Andrea Gibson

#andrea gibson #andrew gibby #poetry saves lives #unconditional love #recovery #angriadm

[autumnhaze]

“The leaves are changing; I feel poetry in the air.” ― Laura Jaworski

#fall foliage #fall #foliage #autumn #autumn leaves #second spring #change of season #the leaves are falling #and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground #andrea gibson #andrew gibby #waterfal

[distantsonata]

Butthole Surfers @ Lollapalooza 1991

#butthole surfers #gif #my gifs #lollapalooza #lollapalooza gifs #graveyard #black and white #b&w #rock #hardcore punk #punk #punk gifs #gibby haynes #paul leary #king coffey #jeff pinkus #josh klinghoffer #mark kramer #scott stevens #andrew weiss #music #smoking

[spilladabalia]

Butthole Surfers - White Dumb Ugly And Poor

#butthole surfers #white dumb ugly and poor #gibby haynes #scott mathews #paul walthall #andrew mullins #the dick gas five #1982 #unreleased #Youtube

[ourshadowstallerthanoursoul]

An audience with... John Paul Jones

(from Uncut, April 2010 - link)

You’re stuck on a deserted island, you have one instrument you can bring. It is: a) piano, b) bass or c) mandolin? (Gary Attersley, Ontario, Canada)

Oh… that’s horrible! I’ll probably get Hugh Manson – the guy who builds all my bass guitars – to build me some monstrous instrument that encapsulated all three! Hugh and his brother Andy Manson once actually designed me a triple-necked guitar with 12-string guitar, six-string guitar and mandolin on it! Andy also designed a triple-necked mandolin. But I guess if it really came down to it on a desert island, it would have to be the piano, because you can do so much on it. You’re a whole band. The bass is not much fun on your own.

John, it’s so good to see you so engaged with today. Any advice for old farts who can’t move on? (Andrew Loog Oldham)

Who are you calling an old fart? I dunno, Andy, you tell me! Ha ha. He’s done a good job of staying up to date. Andrew, of course, gave me the name John Paul Jones. I was John Baldwin, until Andrew saw a poster for the French film version of John Paul Jones. I thought it ’d look great in CinemaScope, as I wanted to do music for films. I imagined it saying “Music By John Paul Jones”, over the whole screen. I never realised then that he was the Horatio Nelson of America!

I know that you’ve been getting heavily into bluegrass lately – who are some of your favourite bluegrass artists of all time? (Ryan Godek, Wilmington, Delaware)

Apart from Bill Monroe, you mean? Oh, there’s loads. I’m friends with the Del McCoury band, I love that style of classic bluegrass. I love Sam Bush’s Newgrass stuff. And of course there’s Nickel Creek, Chris Feely, Mike Marshall. I love it all, really. One thing I like about bluegrass is that you don’t require amplifiers, drums and trucks. You can pull an instrument out of a box and get on with some instant music making. I carry a mandolin around wherever I go. I also like the fact bluegrass musicians play more than one instrument. There’s a tradition of them swapping instruments. In bluegrass bands I swap between double bass, fiddle and banjo.

One Butthole Surfers anecdote, please? (Dave Grohl)

Ha! I was brought in to produce the Butthole Surfers’ 1993 album, Independent Worm Saloon. I guess it was to give it a heavy rock vibe, but it didn’t work like that. They were actually incredibly hard-working in the studio, but I do recall running up a phenomenal bar-bill at the San Rafael studio. And then there was Gibby [Haynes, Butthole Surfers’ frontman] and his… eccentric studio behaviour. Gibby did one vocal take shouting into his guitar. He held it out in front of his face and screamed at it. Ha! He was trying to find out if it picked up through the pick-ups, which it kind of did. And that was pretty good.

How’s the violin coming along? (Sean, Berkshire)

I started about three years ago. With the guitar, or the piano, you can sound OK quite quickly. With the violin, it takes much longer. Once you get past the first six months of scraping, of muttering to yourself, “What is this fucking horrible noise on my shoulder?” you get the odd musical bit, and you think, ‘Oh, this is starting to get good.’ And you continue with it for a while. I’m getting into country fiddle playing, Celtic folk songs, a bit of swing. Basic stuff, but very satisfying.

Why not record a second ‘Automatic For The People’ with REM? (Franz Greul, Austria)

They haven’t asked me! But doing the string arrangements for that album was a great experience, actually. They sent me the demos of their songs, and we went into a studio in Atlanta, with members of the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra. They were great songs, something you can really get your teeth into as an arranger. And I’ve been good friends with them ever since.

How did you first meet Josh Homme? And is he still a notorious party monster? (Rob Hirst, Kippax, Leeds)

Well, I think we’ve all calmed down rather a lot. Dave introduced me to Josh at his 40th birthday party. It was a ridiculous themed place where they have jousting with knights. As Dave said, it was like somewhere you’d have your 14th birthday party. Or maybe even your 4th. Anyway, Dave sat Josh and I together for a blind date. Which was reasonably embarrassing for both of us, surrounded by people going “prithee this” and challenging each other to duels. But we survived the trauma and went into the studio the next day, and just started jamming. And I knew immediately it was going to be something special.

If Them Crooked Vultures had Spice Girls-like nicknames what would they be? (Paul Jones, Liverpool)

Dave would be Smiley Vulture. He can’t stop grinning. Josh would be Slinky Vulture. He’s a slinky kinda guy. And I’d be Speedy, I guess. Or Jumpy. So there you go. Smiley, Slinky and Speedy. Or does that sound more like the dwarfs?

I remember you being a pretty funky bass genius back in the day! What memories do you have of those sessions? (Donovan)

The sessions with Don and Mickie Most were great, because we were given a free hand. I usually got leeway, because I was the sort of Motown/Stax specialist, so producers in the mid ’60s would get me in for cover versions of American records, and none of them could write bass parts convincingly enough, so I was London’s answer to James Jamerson, I guess! And I was certainly encouraged to get kinda… funky when I worked with Donovan.

How did it feel to see Jimmy Page and Robert Plant venture off in their own project in the ‘90s without mentioning a word of it to you? (Danny Luscombe, Hull)

Oh yeah, I was pissed off about it. The surprise was in not being told. It’s ancient history now, but it was a bit annoying to find out about it while reading the papers. It came just after Robert and I had been discussing the idea of doing an Unplugged project. Then I’m on tour in Germany with Diamanda Galás, I turn on the TV and see Robert and Jimmy doing it, with someone else playing all my parts! I was pissed off at the time. You would be, woudn’t you? But… it’s all in the past, isn’t it?

Did you listen to much work by Josh Homme or Dave Grohl before you were contacted in relation to joining Them Crooked Vultures, and if so, how did you honestly rate it? (Ralph Ryan, Lisronagh, County Tipperary)

I did like the Foo Fighters and Queens Of The Stone Age, before I’d met either of them. There’s a tendency for people – especially musicians from my generation – to say that there has been this terrible decline in musicianship, that today’s bands haven’t got the chops, blah blah blah. But that’s not true at all. There’s always some people for whom technique on an instrument isn’t necessary. They can get their ideas across without being able to have the chops. But Josh really does have the chops, he just doesn’t feel the need to flash them about all the time. In fact, there were a few riffs he gave me that I had to simplify, because they were bloody difficult to play. I really had to work at it, where he could just flick it off. He is an astonishing musician.

Were you serious when you told Peter Grant that you wanted to jack it in to become choirmaster at Winchester Cathedral? (Brian Fisher, Manchester)

Ha! That was a tongue-in-cheek joke, although I was serious about leaving Led Zeppelin in 1973 unless things changed. But Peter did sort things out pretty quickly. What kind of choirmaster would I have made? A bloody good one! Listen, any way that they’ll pay you for making music is just the best situation in the world. I’d do it for nothing. I don’t care what music it is. I just love it all. The rubbing of notes together. I love it all. I would be very passionate about whatever I decided to do.

What was the worst session you ever did as a jobbing session player? (Adam Burns, Castleford, West Yorkshire)

I generally have fun memories of that time. I’d criss-cross London playing two or three sessions a day, going between Trident and Olympic and Abbey Road and Philips in Marble Arch, you know. You’d be backing Shirley Bassey, Cat Stevens, Lulu, whoever was paying you. The worst experience was a Muzak session. With Muzak sessions, the music was deliberately boring. I distinctly remember one session where I embellished the bass part a little bit, just so that it wasn’t so boring for me to play. They said, “No, you can’t do that. Any interest in the music will distract people’s attention from when they’re meant to be eating.” Or standing in a fucking lift. For fuck’s sake! So I was like, “OK, thanks, bye!”

#john paul jones #jonesy #led zeppelin #robert plant #planty #jimmy page #pagey #john bonham #bonzo #60s #70s #70s rock #70s music #rock music #ourshadowstallerthanoursoul

[bracketsoffear]

I guess if we're doing this again, I may as well come up with a few myself...

The Fiddler of Rome: Statement of Emperor Nero, recovered from the Serapeum of Alexandria, regarding the harpist Maximus Pettulian, the girl who accompanied him, and the burning of Rome. (Slaughter, Desolation)

Rigged: Statement of Victoria Harris (nee Waterfield) regarding seaweed in the pipes of an oil rig. (Buried)

Green Energy: Statement of Captain Mike Yates, regarding pollution in a coal mine and his growing sense of distrust in humanity. (Extinction)

Fate of the Stars: Statement of Duke Giuliano of San Martino, regarding the machinations of his former court astrologer. (Web, Dark)

War Games: Statement of Andrew Verney, regarding the English Civil War reenactment in his village. (Slaughter)

Reality TV: Statement of a man under the pseudonym "Doctor", regarding a series of protracted torments and executions presented on live television in someplace called Varos. (Eye)

Cat-Flap: Statement of Shreela Govindia, regarding a strange cat behind the youth club. (Hunt)

A Childish Dream: Statement of Dr. Grace Holloway, regarding a patient who escaped from the morgue. (End)

Acting Minister: Statement of Harriet Jones, MP North Flydale, regarding the infiltration and subsequent destruction of Number 10 Downing Street. (Stranger)

Pound Foolish: Statement of Penny Carter, regarding the collapse of diet pill brand Adipose Industries. (Flesh)

Praise Him: Statement of Gibbis of Tivoli, regarding an unexpected stay in a hotel. (Spiral)

Knock on Wood: Statement of Shireen Dhillon, regarding a student rental property with a disturbing landlord (Buried)

Through the Looking-Glass: Statement of Hanne Wallwork, regarding the death of her mother and subsequent disappearance of her father. (Spiral, Lonely)

Inheritance: Statement of Rose Noble, regarding her mother's amnesia. (Eye)

#statement ideas #doctor who

[kylo-ren-jepsen]

My kid had to create a fake country/civilization for their Ancient Civilization class.

The country is named Bob (after Bob from Animal Crossing) and is located in Ohio. Its capital city is Gremlin City and other major cities are Gibby City, Rat City, Geraldo City, & Shrek City. The climate is 47 degrees Fahrenheit every day of the year except June 9th, when it is 107 degrees Fahrenheit.

The people of Bob worship Ryan Reynolds and Shrek because they worked together to turn rats into bread for the people of Bob. The holy day is Wednesday & the church is called Bob's Bread Church. Ryan Reynolds has the power of bread and Shrek has the power of rats. People believe if they sacrifice rats on April 20th there will be bread the next morning. There is a demon named Andrew Tate.

Bob rules by tyranny, and he got his powers after Megamind killed Ryan Reynolds and Shrek. Every April 20th he reminds everyone to sacrifice rats for bread.

The laws are:

You MUST eat rat bread at least once every day

Other food is allowed as long as it doesn't contain meat that isn't from rats

You must never make fun of Lord Shrek, Lord Ryan Reynolds, or Bob

The only weapons you are allowed to own are guns, and you must only shoot rats

You have to feed Bob daily (he gets really hungry)

Go to church every Wednesday, no matter what

The police have the right to throw away your rat bread if you break any of these laws

You can only fight people for rats

People aged 5-20 must go to school

No swimming in the river

Coins are worth 42 cents because 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything

#kids these days #school projects #ryan reynolds #shrek #rats #tw animal death #tw gun mention #humor

[cl3opatra]

I remember the first time I heard someone say half the stars we see in the sky are already dead,

Maybe that's what happened,

maybe we were already gone

Before we ever met

---Orbit, Andrea Gibson

#andrea gibson #andrew gibby #I love them very much #maybe we all are ghosts searching for ruins #home #poetry #love poem #3 am feelings #3 am mood #black lives are important #black lives count #black lives have value #black lives matter #it's 3am #poem #sadnees #sad poetry #i'm sad #2am shitpost #nothing good happens after 2am

[is3amokay]

I don't want to get out

without a broken heart.

I intend to leave this life

so shattered

there's gonna have to be

a thousand separate heavens

for all of my flying parts.

Andrea Gibson, Royal Heart

#poetry #3 am feelings #3 am mood #it's 3am #poem #love poem #lovestruck #poemsaboutlove #happylife #sad poetry #andrew gibby #andrea gibson #sadgirl #why is this my life

[william-handflex-darcy]

#poems on tumblr #poems and quotes #andrew gibby #love poem #button poetry #poetry

[angria]

The Call, Option 1 | Andrea Gibson

#andrea gibson #andrew gibby #poetry #cptsd #trauma #child abuse #child neglect #developmental trauma #main abuser #smshellhole #you ruined me #i hope you die #i still can't say his name #never will escape #angriadm

[eljayetc]

I told her, ‘You have a heart of gold. I am kneeling in your bloodstream Panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.’ If this drives me crazy, Make sure the straightjacket comes in purple, So Prince will sing her favorite song as I sleep. So that rifting guitar, is all she ever hears. A runaway train on every string. Her name on my mouth, And a falling star, that never once fell. We never fall. We always jump. We always Jump.

#Andrea Gibson - Staircase #andrea gibson #staircase #andrew gibby #andrewgibby #poem #poetry #spoken word #url inspo #was: quietuss #Hi it's lee

[dreamgazes]

#andrea gibson #andrew gibby #poetry #literature #slam poetry #spokenword

[loislib]

Lord of the Butterflies (2018) by Andrea Gibson [Orlando]     It’s true what they say about the gays being so fashionable –     our ghost never go out of style,     even life is like funeral practice:     half of us already dead     to our families before we die,     half of us still on our knees     trying to crawl     into the family photo 

[“What do you think about this weather”]   Do you ever feel like the best of you is something you’re hoping to grow into? [Baby Teeth in a Landfill]   There is a world in which all the bad things   that happened didn’t really happen   and this   is not that world [Bad at Love] whole poem

#Lord of the Butterflies #Andrea Gibson #Andrew Gibby #spoken poetry #button poetry #2020reads

[skyesmom]

THE DAY YOU DIED BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO

i tied my wisdom tooth to a doorknob

and pulled it loose. take everything

i think i know. every answer

is a grave. the questions are the warm rain

i walk through now to find my way

to god, and my only god is faith

that there is comfort here,

that who is hurting will hurt less

than they did before. what else

are all these coins and all these wells for

if not to wish the grief asleep

in the lap of someone’s else’s grief,

till grief comes not knowing

if it will come again. your sister

thought the hearse was a limousine

until she asked where it was going,

and then she knew for sure.

that’s what a word like heaven will do.

but heaven wasn’t what you were aiming for.

you didn’t think the other side would be better.

you thought the other side would be nothing at all.

imagine choosing nothing at all. imagine

something hurting that bad.

i didn’t still have the ring you gave me.

i crushed it with a rock to see

how much you loved me. i love you

to pieces too. and love should have been enough,

someone without a heart might say. it hurts me

in my head now. how you knew the water

wasn’t deep enough to dive into.

but i don’t let anyone say it was a shallow thing

you did. i knew it was your entire body

finally pointing, saying here, here is where the pain is.

i can crush a can with the heel of my shoe.

i can drive by your mother’s house

if i want to, but i don’t want to. she was there

when you bought the ring. she knew

how long you’d been saving. me,

i didn’t save anything. but you don’t lose a person

like a set of keys because you don’t find them again

and you can still get to where you’re going. resilience

itself is an awful thing to grieve.

who with a heart can stomach

how much they can stomach?

all your blood in the water

and i could still wade through,

and i will again with everyone i lose.

what i want most is to live

the rest of my life desperately

wanting to live it. i want to give that to you.

i want it to find you in the nothing at all.

i want it to be something.

when i say i want to make something of my life-

that’s what i mean.

#andrea gibson #lord of the butterflies #poetry #button poetry #poetry collection #november #book release #spoken poetry #feminist #protest #panic attack #gender expansion #queer love #the day you died #because you wanted to #andrew gibby #prose #prose poetry

[floressyfobias]

Asking too much, by Andrea Gibson.

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.

Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you.

Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through.

Tell me what the word home means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name, just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were eight.

See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate, and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.

Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow?

And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms or would leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree?

And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek?

Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?

Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad even if it makes your lover mad?

Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,

and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time.

I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.

Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.

Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school.

If you were walking by a chemical plant where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds, would you holler “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud or would you whisper:

“That cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy!”

Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?

Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?

And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me — how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?

See, I wanna know if you believe in any god or if you believe in many gods or better yet, what gods believe in you.

And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,

have the prayers you asked come true?

And if they didn’t, did you feel denied?

And if you felt denied, denied by who?

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good.

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad.

I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.

If you ever reach enlightenment will you remember how to laugh?

Have you ever been a song?

Would you think less of me if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key?

And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry

I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence.

Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?

And if you do — I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar.

See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.

I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,

and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.

I wanna know if you bleed sometimes, from other people’s wounds, and if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon — that if you wanted to, you could pop, but you never would ‘cause you’d never want it to stop.

If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear — if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

And lastly, let me ask you this:

If you and I went for a walk and the entire walk, we didn’t talk — do you think eventually, we’d… kiss?

No, wait.

That’s asking too much —

after all,

this is only our first date.

#poem #poetry #poet #writing #writer #andrea gibson #andrew gibby #asking too much #date #dating