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Songs like my favorite “Exile Detour,” feature the manic early Charlie Byrd and Stan Getz influenced sax work of David Perkins and also Gerry Kamber on the second leg on a song that would have made Charles Bukowski crack the cap on a fresh jug of cheap red wine, light a Camel and sit back and get lit. Free form lyrics grab hold and dig in deep with hypnotic blue velvet covered rhythms courtesy of Izzy Kieffer, amongst a cast of others.

~John Pfeiffer, The Aquarian Weekly

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The sea’s relentless pounding roar, the salt air, the gentle breeze
Feet booted, bare, sneakered, sandaled
clicking, padding, squishing, slapping their way down the boards in lazy rhythm
Electronic ditties and video versions of well known songs
Mindless idle yet oddly philosophical patter
Thump thump thumping rap radio dopplering out of a passing four wheeled invader
Mighty buildings on the bluff overlooking the wide vast blue blanket
Small cheesy tacky signs advertising dead sea prices for the
types of transactions that invariably take place in these weatherbeaten clapboard establishments
Cracked pavement sloppily patched turning roads to rivers
when a summer’s torrent falls in fury
Sloshing ankle deep across raging urban rapids
just to capture the moment forever.
Flying across the high arch, oh tall river open for me
as the landscape of dreams and romantic fantasies unfold before my eyes
and my car. Relative wind howl around the thick bush
on my head and face like Jersey colors
back roads snaking through acute angled fuzz tipped reeds
tightrope black ribbon balancing two week a year houses with various assorted
clunkers and putt putts parked hanging onto the precipice of bay shore.
Earthbound suspended space station spinning slowly
Vicious open car trains whipping violently
Gondolas dangling precariously skyhooked on a string
Tilting, dunking, octopussing, each carrying willingly participating victims
in love with every centrifugal minute.
Six lanes of death through teen dream city, kids brownbagging instant liquid parties
island hopping, snowballing, mushrooming in procession on the way to where it’s happening.
Dots on a map, dots on reality, speck spots on the world,
strung out in succession from the scorpion’s tail in the north
through the holy city, through the endless carnival parade,
through the at once desperate and jubilant wheel of chance
to the big toe in the south.
One hundred twenty seven miles of freedom
unlimited possibility for long awaited success
with failure but a minor nuisance
and misery but a memory
The Exile has finally come home.


© 2007 The Hesh Inc.

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from Soul In Exile 2: Jersey Shore Baby, released June 1, 2007
Hesh Meister—organ, sampler, vocals
Steve Lopresto—bass
Izzy Kieffer—drums
Rick Oricchio—drums
Richard Blackwell—percussion
Steve Brown—percussion
Izzy Kieffer—percussion
Gidon Shikler—percussion
Gerry Kamber—saxophone
David Perkins—saxophone, clarinet, shofar

Recorded/engineered by John Noll and Paul Ritchie at Retromedia Sound, Red Bank, New Jersey

Mixed and mastered by Steve Goodie at Punch Sound, Santa Monica, California

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