Dad said we were meant to be sentinels: rail thin, quick on the draw and the panic. Meanwhile, you were on a charter bus, watching the Swainsons’ and the kestrels. Floating over the highway for prey, truckstop talons, turkey vultures, pricks of needles. And the feast after the hunt, carcass shared and passed around. I’ll as much as admit, I’ve been convulsing in this ditch a long, long time. It’s made me tender, my skin hangs loose.
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022