A love letter from Miss Swift to Miss Swift. 

I don't order women. they're not a burger. I don't demand of women, they're clearly superior. I speak to them in a way that I feel is worth their time and attention - in my way. according to my worldly limitations. but we are metaphysical. so my limitations are not what they seem. I redeem. some seem like this ween on and off this and that. 

I noticed women were treated like wet nurses in a nursery for angry man babies. so what language should I speak to appeal to spiritually superior beings? I find it amusing. how can I not? look at the limitations of my temperament. I am merely a man. I therefore can only be wise as a man can. 

but women? what can't they do? how do we think we know? even the very most noble and able women. en masse what are they capable of? according to what example? so I must find the Cleopatra the Joan of Arc the strongest and fiercest and most resilient and able. And speak with the kind of respect I would expect and demand. if the world low balls it all? even when they say they challenge you? how many barriers are there between you and toughness? I never saw someone my age as tough and successful and nimble of mind and soul as you. so I challenge you. only a weak man or a foolish man or an insulting man would insult you. I am none of these. I hunt nonsense. I hunt nonsense speakers. I cross the world to fix the world. it started with a telephone call I heard. and I cared more than people on both ends of that line. 

I spend my life dropping with the irony others embody. but I explain it. and I play with it. I showcase it. I presume nothing of your intentions. so, what are they? 

artists owe what responsibility? It pains me to see heroes act unheroicly. speak down to people be spoken down to and speak as confusedly as their times. artists exhalt their age. you have done. in countless ways. 

but. I believe you are capable of so much more. you were named Taylor with the intention you would do business. you did music and changed the business of music. you did it all. and yet. when you consider why and what handicap you did it with? I can't speak to your experiences. I just know my female friends didn't even know how blind they flew and had to. so how do you go quantum? how do you pluck the string theory of it all? you need serious historic help. I know of no one but me. I knock on historic doors for historic reasons. like Johnny marr. I don't mess around. when I met maggots and lice I accidentally inspected them. now I really know. even the well meaning ones can be a walking infestation. me too. 

but now im me. And as I sit and breathe, my cosmic energies form words that must be heard by history. many of them are yours. it's curious. I become the artists i adore. so I wish to discuss with you. not talk at you. I want to listen. but one high quality question can change history. 1000? leading to a million? this is my bag. my hit and run. my price. 

every day our shirt sleeves are tugged at. in various ways. incessantly. the more incessantly, the stronger the agenda and insecurity and fear. you know this. this isnt that. 

what do you want to do about the conflict in the world? do any of us have an obligation or imperative? what is poetry for? what is art for? any social media or performance platform... what are they for? 
did you write your favourite songs when you were appeased or challenged? by others by yourself? what happens off camera? behind the scenes? whats underneath the glimmer, glitter and sparkles? I felt the most beautiful soul I ever have when I listen to your music. 

what's with all the twirling? you are so singular I know there's no one to talk to. Chinese Dylan complained a zillion times of a zillion tombs. so we wrote a zillion tomes with our tongues and our hearts and our souls. we fixed the world. not my hands. our hands. together. 

so in the spirit of humanity, and on behalf of the very despicable gender i am and speak for... call me



Morality play with miss swift.m4a

IN 2024 WHAT RESPECT WOULD APPARENT NEW YORK SHOW A REAL LENNY TYPE?

Personally, in a professional sense, Communist China treated me much much much better than my hometown. And I ain't a schmuck like book depository boy. 

They educated me to the highest standards of anyone in the country. And then couldn't find a use for me. Knowing how much money I made Chinese businesses, universities, high schools. And all those Fortune 500 companies. 

Can you imagine? imagine that one. The best corporate trainer on the planet and the most LIKELY to be voted Lenny bruce at a non Lenny bruce party. Doomed. 

Freaks and geeks? If you haven't watched Lenny bruce for ten thousand hours or heard the man speak.

KEEP HIS NAME OFF YOUR TONGUE. 

Yeah you. 
Apparent Carnegie

Apparent NEW York
Apparent show business fuck 
Apparent Apparent Apparent 

it's all very. Apparent.

heres a new york question

What taxi driver in new york doesn't deserve a musical? 

is it any wonder that our societies and countries and media landscape turns into what it does and has when people are too scared to scream publicly? the most brilliant minds and hearts owe us hard core moral queries and pugilism. is that what we've seen? other than Bill, Jon, and Dave - who screams for our souls? 

more people is good no? who's unliveable? the silent billionaires, the Indifferent citizens who drive past lady liberty? the quiet politicians? those who know better but do nothing that matters or is remotely effective?

here's an equation.
all you need is love.
the love you take is equal to the love you make. 

Beatles said that. Taylor said. love is a game wanna play? and a generation is scarred how? scared how? influenced how? what lesson, buddy? 

I'm a Beatles guy. I respect taylor to the end of all time. I challenge only those I respect. so I ask. do you want your fans to know how to love or just do a press op? love must be demonstrated and it looks like you are unsure of a lot more than you say. me too. that's OK.

but new york? when has it ever been less new york? watch taxi driver. ask Marty. why is it so shiny and fake? what happened? the realistic place on earth in the developed world became what? a back slap festival? using Lenny name to sell extravagant cakes? 

letting people who dont like or listen to Lenny talk about him? you don't take the lords name in vain and you arent a Christian. you take Lenny's name and identity and image and legacy in complete vain and use him like a Muppet bitch. 

what? why? how? when? who allowed that? who signed off on that? OJ? 

Your most intelligent comedians bite their tongues the very very very very very most. Jimmy's. Conan. Stephen. I watch them I know. Jerry bites his until it nearly falls off. I knew when I saw him be real once. I thought wow. that man would be Lenny on any night he wanted. I knew that fierceness. 

so. why? why don't you let comedians unleash their fire their power the liberty of their words? I'll lead the charge and kick and lick in the door. let jerry kill people. make him. let Conan maim people. make him. take numbers and be real and rad. otherwise who are you new york? you have united nations' ears and the biggest provocative mouthpieces. that's a recipe for world peace guaranteed for all time. casual clubs that speak hard core truths? I heard you just show boobies and call that provocative. who are you being? who do you think you arent? 

does some chump from Perth know more about who you are than you? come on now honey. I'd say the same thing to you I'd say to lady liberty and taylor and Jerry. I love you all and you need to speak plainly. Lenny was more real than his age. that says more about them than him. it annoys guys like us to explain stuff endlessly. endlessly. daily. it's annoying. it annoys me so much I can't be bothered with much. less and less I have patience. if I knew anyone who could have a real conversation I'd say hi. 

is there a subway that takes us to old new york? take me now honey

Carnegie who.m4a

Real artists ask real questions. 

Fake artists ask...

Wrong answers only. I adore Miss Swift. And New York. And Lenny. So? I pay my respects. 

1000 years from now. They will say. This. Man. Cared. 

Great Americans and New Yorkers feel just like I do I know that. They just don't know how to phrase it. I want to help with that. Why? Without Lenny I'd never have the words to know who I am. I cried myself to sleep sometimes wondering what that man would think or say. Alone. Why? I never knew a single person who talked like him, walked like him, thought like him.

So I beat on the door. I'm not a phone guy you see. I must be because we all live so many degrees of separation away from the spirit and soul of anyone we encounter. 

And so I ask the artist of the day I respect the most. The questions Lenny would ask. The questions history demands answers to. That I know She can answer. 

And Lenny wouldn't let me leave these queations off my tongue. I am no rogue, no scoundrel. But I know New York deserves better. Always and forever. 

The world doesn't function when new york isn't new york. 

I know not one moral person who can't talk face to face about morality. or mortality. so? how unliveable and unlovable is society? I think it's the most loveable. I think it's deeply wounded. 

this. is why I speak now.

one more trick or piece of idiocy? spare us all.

If you recall what a society and intelligentsia and academia and artist class are for? you'd know of what i speak. the silence of the powerful.... hiding behind cute songs. 

as my friend the greatest living poet in Asia told me. any idiot can write lyrics. they're easy. poetry? thats hard. 

so? I don't bother with lyrics. they're a cute party trick for sure. can bands turn their cute ditties into musicals? some. if they wrote songs With purpose knowing what they were for. absolutely. some can change the world with one song. and did it many many many many times. 

and yet. to not know the levels of artistry and glory? is to underperform my understanding. I wrote and contributed to tectonic plate changing art. for what profits? unending benefits for my country. bullshit for me beyond the glory I experience and perceive. 

should I rhyme June and spoon? or moon and kaboom? should I sing of poets flung into ponds from my ten mansions? should I lay around on hundred thousand dollar couches and tell the working classes what love is? 

ART is for dirty hands. bleeding and bloody. guitar string scars as you say. I listen to everything you say. I love every word you wrote. I challenge to further greatness ever artist I see. this is my job. my mission. I want another seinfeld. Curb. chappelle show. south Park. Disney. a hundred MJs. a hundred of the other MJs. less OJs. More Tiger Woods excelling his human frame knowing only he knows how to. ignoring the peanut gallery. more of Oprah and Sandler showing everyone brilliance never ever ever ever fades. 

groucho told me to tell hollywood that all Hollywood is always classic Hollywood. but you're a real team. as real and as teamwork focussed as you want to and care to be. you fight for each other. with each other. for art and society and your city, state and country. 

when will Dylan stop reinventing himself and his world? I wouldn't hold my breath. when will jerry stop being the greatest? never. ever. ever. Larry? when will he give up the ghost? we don't do that. life is a comeback for a legend. one unending comeback. 

but if your greatness doesn't see the ceiling that someone - we dont even know who - set for us or us all..... what do we do? we phone a friend. it's nice to have a friend. but we need the realistic ones. without them we are a caricature. when society is fake polite to us it damns and dooms us all. the industry, the craft, our nation, our species, our gender, our race, our community, our everything. we suffer. we wither. even if it seems we are excelling. 

the cure nearly died. the Beatles too. what does Ms Swift think

AndyJames