Soap Opera Jazz - the 2005 CTIJF
The carnival of dreams
The Gilberto Gil series
Time Space Change
The revolution will be commodified
The return of the patron
The emergence of the Lion
Reggae riddim and rain
A story ten foot tall
Damn I love Easter
Praise song for the people
Life without waiting for Brenda
Music mines its own business

Damn I love Easter, all commercial and chocolate and screaming kids with chocolate paws and shops offering chocolate bunnies and eggs at less than last year's prices which were more than the previous year's prices so they're not making any less money and the consumer dopes are duped again because they're all so thick and dulled by too many years of relentless TV gameshows and quick careless sex with partners they stopped loving years ago but somebody's got to cook the TV dinners and somebody's got to mend the kitchen cupboard and somebody's got to buy the kids Easter eggs and Christmas presents and somebody's got to fuck the postman, I mean oh shit, sshhhh, I'll give you an easter egg, just don't tell my husband, who's happily banging the postman too, and the only person who's really satisfied in this whole sad saga is the postman who has no kids, no wife, hates chocolate, doesn't give a shit and regularly misquotes jesus christ while wearing panties, and meanwhile the tv evangelist is piously quoting Jesus Christ correctly and promoting nestle chocolate bunnies and fucking the nestle marketing manager and very happy with the quantity and quality of souls he's herding toward heaven, and the quantity and quality of chocolate he's getting into his mouth, gotta love black marketing managers, and she's oh such a real honey and it's ok to bang her because I'm winning her over for the Lord and as long as she makes that walk into the arms of God, whether she's saved with my prayers or my cock makes no difference and all over the place people are thinking of the tele-evangelist in a bunny suit and buying Christian chocolate bunnies and kids are getting sick and throwing up from eating too much chocolate and from walking in on their parents fucking the servants while they think the kids are suitably tied up with massive chocolates and sticky paws and they go to the priest for confession and he`s giving them a mouthful with his mouth full of chocolate easter bunny and he eventually muffles a pardon and tells them to come back with greater detail next time and inadvertantly swallows the entire head of the chocolate Easter bunny and chokes to death while the wife, who made sure to leave her husband's dinner in the microwave for him but forgot to pick up the kids from school because she was too busy telling the bookclub all about the postman, says four Hail Marys and thinks of what it must be like to have sex with a priest in a confession box, and with her eyes closed in fantasy just misses Jesus jumping out of the tomb on Easter Monday and going why the fuck am I doing this and climbing into James Dean's convertible and driving over the cliff with him while Marilyn snorts fat lines of coke off Easter bunny wrappers and thanks God for giving himself up on the cross so that we could have Easter chocolate.