Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.

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#1

you snapped one of my heart-strings from playing too hard/ did you think the heartbeat was just you thrashing at your guitar?/ you forget all the little things/ and i just know how things are/ and i think i’m gonna lead by example/ and get real far away// cause you poor little caged bird you never sang to me/ but oh how your cries rang out when i set you free/ i had never before heard such a noise/ your voice sang the way my heart would sing if i had the choice.// So leave me here wading in the low tide/ cause the waters are as low as my pride/ you took it away like a ship set off to the sea/ left me here sandy and barefoot standing on the beach/

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/05/3465249/

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Have some fun unproofed snippets of lyrics and poetry!

#2

my suitcase has laid packed in the middle of the floor

for two hours stacked on top of two days and i am

sitting on the couch thinking it’s just either/or

as to whether i’m going or staying.

it’s kind of funny how shit like this goes down

all hanging on what is essentially a flip of a coin

but what’s funnier is that i have found out

that it’s the only way i’ll know where to go

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/05/3463761/

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So, last night i did one of my favourite things in the world .. ran down the middle of the street in West Philly with my guitar strapped to my back at 2am. Okay, so… maybe it’s not really one of my favourite things. There’s sorta been a few muggings in the blocks surrounding my apartment, and while i’ve never once been harrassed in my nineteen years here in Philadelphia i feel something akin to a bullseye with legs and frizzy hair when i’m walking around with a three hundred dollar instrument and nothing nearly as threatening as a can of pepper spray. Or even just some pepper.

I had been at Bill’s place (Cast Page Update Coming Soon) just messing around with his sweet keyboard and my guitar … we managed to get a few ad-libbed songs off the ground but eventually i got tired and all i could muster were very strummy E minor chords and various and sundry Ani DiFranco lyrics, so we called it a night. I don’t think it was until i got outside that i realized how much of a night it really was. But, anyhow, i made it home in one piece, and even got into the building (despite having earlier locked my keys in the admissions office). So… yeah, that was my big adventure of the day. And, i ate a crepe with my little brother from PiNu. Very exciting stuff. Now i’m gonna go file something…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/05/3463284/

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Um, hi. Nice to meet you. We might have met before… i used to write stuff on here every so often. But, lately i’ve been out and about. You know… concerts, rehearsals, theatre … all that arty junk that college students do because they aren’t doing nearly enough work. I went a whole weekend without even thinking about checking my email; could you imagine? Obviously the computer has become so much a part of my daily work-life that i dread and avoid it when i get home. By contrast, with my decided lack of music curricula this term has made my guitar the most exciting thing on earth. Really. My fingers hurt just thinking about it. I even did a Trio yesterday, but it really sucked, so i’m gonna try again. And other stuff too. Back to work.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3435944/

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Wanna connect some musical dots? Would they just be tied whole notes, then? Well, last night i saw Peter Mulvey in concert from less than ten feet away for the sixth or seventh time. He and his sideman David “Goody” Goodrich turned in a short and moody set of favourites as well as a new tune, after which they chatted briefly with me a few different times. This has sorta become the defacto post-concert behaviour, because i’ve seen Peter so many times now that he’s grown to recognize me (and the wild war-whoops i usually let out from the audience when i’m not losing my voice). I gave him my demo cd last year and he told me last night that he and Goody listened to it on the way to their gigs and then he put it on a shelf of things he tries not to lose. I gave him my new demo (the first finished copy, so don’t think he stole yours away), and he gave me one of his discs in exchange and hugged me goodnight.

Peter’s set was (too) short because he was opening for Erin McKeown. Erin is a bundle of frightening folk/jazz guitar prowess and vocals that sliced the room right open. She was totally enrapturing. Erin was a student at Brown Univerisity not too long ago, which was my first choice school. Oh well. But, even cooler, Ms. McKeown (who i viewed from a meager distance of a yard or two) just got through with opening for Ani DiFranco, who we all know i love and adore.

Ah, but it gets better. Ani DiFranco has had (since before i could play guitar) a dedicated tabber named Leigh Marble, who i think was the first independent folk artist i had ever heard of back in those naive times. Leigh and i grew to sorta know each other by email – in that he’d tab something and then i’d send him some whiney little corrections i noticed from obsessively rewinding and replaying my tape of Ani on David Letterman. I think a few of my tabs might even be up on his legendary AniTabs page.


The most interesting element here is not that i know Leigh, though. It’s that Leigh split a 7 inch single with Erin in 1999 called Anticipation et Denouement, and listening now to the album i bought from her last night i’m vaguely recognizing songs that i first heard two years ago while restless surfing through Leigh’s site while waiting for him to post a new Ani DiFranco tab.


Yeah, it’s a small damn world. Even smaller once you pick up a guitar.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3392757/