Chris Leo Reading His Liner Notes #1 When the cult urban Rapturist Rockwell asked me to write the liner notes for his "Freeplay" release I entered his world through www.millionstories.com careful to always shadow myself behind free standing gothic butresses or twitch and caw like a madman as to ward the truly mad away. Exhausted by the charade posing as naked bones posing as charade I caught a nip at a place called "The Bowery Bedoin's Boudoir" and a poet named Neverest slipped me these notes on a gin soaked doily: Save Rockwell! Save Rockwell! He's undersiege by droves of Khakis, some in pleats Whose coat of arms is the Indonesian Guatamalan breakfast seed. They're driving him crazy! They've overrun Miladies! This City's silent succumbing's more sinful than Haiti's Hades! In his palace he resees when the roadside repertoir was the repartee of homies Not just the dwindling "ho" hollering of Christopher Street's homomies Who even they, losing their gay Will be leaving any day -- With this encroachin' Hoboken It seems impossible to stay. But this is not Versaille, this is Marseille Built upon the dirty word, trade -- We know when they drudge the harbor what'll turn up in the waste And more importantly, won't they the Leviathan awake? We have reached the precipice and now await the break. So hurry up and meet Rockwell! In exchange for this freeplay he asks only for a drink and if you sock him in the gut with the goad "This one's for the City" He'll appreciate how you think