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Barry Roth, Cary Loren, with added support from: Lou, Mel, Earl, Danny, Gordie, Cay, Judy, Felix, Carter, Harry, Jim, Pablo, Poe, Ponch
Influences
kabbalah, rooster tray, sticks, mud pies, Poe, William S. Burroughs, Brion Gysin, William Carlos Williams, Robert Creeley, MC5, Marcel Duchamp, Ray Johnson, Destroy All Monsters, John Cage, James Joyce, Ponch, Pablo's Door, Judy
Sounds Like
automatic writing, goo-goo, holy gang, found on the street, secret novel, the third mind.
"Formed in the late 70s by Loren & Barry Roth, Nightcrawlerz lasted 10 years. The time was well spent, producing a mass of artwork dispensed through video, photography, sculpture, drawing, magazine production and sound, some of which is included on this 2 CD anthology. Here Nightcrawlerz ingeniously weld together the Gysin/Burroughs cut-up technique and Gysin's calligraphic kabbalism to project a dream-machine flicker of found sounds and garage rock rooted improvisation." -- Edwin Pouncy, Wire, issue 222, Adventures in Modern Music
MANIFESTO for Baby Doe mission statement: the secret minute... angel of nothing... crawled into our eyes, alive like lobsters to the relentless sun. Voice: "He named his throat Connie." - the two cannot be one or the shadow of one, ignorance and innocence joined at the lip, flares and poetry hover on the doorstep, asleep once again. Shapes composed of silhouettes Sitting on the terrace of clown aley waiting for inspiration to hit Jim was talking to his favorite ketchup bottle praying for the fog to lift. He fondeled his favorite poem: "Ponch" He kissed the ketchup bottle goodbye, picked up his rattle and walked by me mumbling the words "pee-pee" Their motive is unknown The dangling thumb, the sleeping bulldozer, white fangs, judy, spelling skulls, the soybean joker boy, cyclops Detroit
I wrote a letter to Froggy, "I'm going to buy a hamster and name it "Bewildered" we embraced his moon-puppy ear, and whispered secret thoughts of a dead Frenchman, "I don't know how to speak." We look into graves and galaxies. Naked cards rattle the moonlight. Windows are victims. The air is misty. Poems jaywalk around shopping centers. Judy told me you had the Raven vision, crooked letters, sounds coughing themselves up on the Eskimo tundra, my Raven dog, yr winter igloo Connie said, "the program is succeeding in its aim, "trying" is the enemy. We uncover the clay tablets -- the tongue is the only meat that walks Nightcrawlerz R U Americans? pray to Deaf Institutions. Bongo Barry, Zombie Cary, tick tock in a bulldozer. anthem of Depressed Anarchism The Clinging Wilderness Spawns dreams
The symbol is under our feet. We pray to sacred "littlewing" Let's do some magic Ponch Mythic photographs loaded the secret sharing Put me in yr mini-magazine Jim said,"Sombody's got to shoot up all the film." we are Light on a patch of ground it broke the sobbing stage This is our private mud puddle Keep it lonely Worms arise after the rain. Cary said, "let's go public, make a third mind page, celebrate the effort." Barry said, "OK, lay da block, slam it to the wall, lets make money." The eye holds on. Join us in our Winter Igloo The digital light is only kabbalah happening Like tape loops Write soon. NIGHTCRAWLERZ (heed the call) Who killed Jim? ear lobe calling intoxicating photograph
To purchase a copy of the secret Batavia Nightcrawlerz 2 CD "wonders of the night" set THE THIRD MIND 1980-1990 buy direct from THE END IS HERE /thebookbeat.com or paypal $23. to bookbeat@aol.com.
kabbalah, rooster tray, sticks, mud pies, Poe, William S. Burroughs, Brion Gysin, William Carlos Williams, Robert Creeley, MC5, Marcel Duchamp, Ray Johnson, Destroy All Monsters, John Cage, James Joyce, Ponch, Pablo's Door, Judy
"Formed in the late 70s by Loren & Barry Roth, Nightcrawlerz lasted 10 years. The time was well spent, producing a mass of artwork dispensed through video, photography, sculpture, drawing, magazine production and sound, some of which is included on this 2 CD anthology. Here Nightcrawlerz ingeniously weld together the Gysin/Burroughs cut-up technique and Gysin's calligraphic kabbalism to project a dream-machine flicker of found sounds and garage rock rooted improvisation." -- Edwin Pouncy, Wire, issue 222, Adventures in Modern Music 
I wrote a letter to Froggy,
The symbol is under our feet.
