11th, 11th, 11th

Posted on November 12, 2026 by John Biscello

Honored to have had Morphic Trespass (specifically the track, Upstart Scarecrow) repped and given airplay on the “11th, 11th, 11th” show of Beneath the Underground. Much gratitude to John Pietaro and Laurie Towers, the hosts of the show, for including us on this kickass playlist.

Beneath the Underground, which is, as their tagline suggests, dedicated to: “Renegade Arts of Downtown NY: John Reed to Lou Reed and Post-Punk to Punk Jazz” is a wonderful and expansive program that airs 10-midnight (ET) every Wednesday on WFMU. And WFMU is a rare breed of a radio animal, operating as a freeform, commercial-free, genuinely indie entity. A delightful documentary emphasizing the quirky character and rogue spirit of WFMU, titled Sex and Radio: A Film About WFMU is available to watch for free on a number of streaming services, and is definitely worth checking out.

For those who want to tune in, the “11th, 11th, 11th” show, which features a hauntingly beautiful and elegiac piece by Gwen Laster (When Peace) can be streamed here: https://wfmu.org/archiveplayer/?show=170485&archive=297410

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Be Bop a Lula

Posted on November 11, 2026 by John Biscello

You could argue

that God is the

penultimate rebel without a cause—

They, parlaying gambit into form,

creating and begetting, just because,

the purest call and freest range

of zoobreak bop

recalled on the B-sides of human experience

to incite reckoning

and spiritual turn-on.

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Vinyl Visions in Ontario

Posted on November 10, 2026 by John Biscello

Next up: a vinyl listening party, poetic happening, and film screening of a live performance of tracks from Morphic Trespass (taking place in Sault St. Marie, Ontario). Hosted by Lost Telegram Press.

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Lyrics to Go

Posted on November 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Post-record-launch event, I have several vinyl albums left for anyone who might be in the market for one. This edition features the exquisite, street-song, urban-flava photography of the NY photographer, Anthony Distefano. If interested, message me. Cheers and salutations!

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Lyrics to Go

Posted on November 2, 2026 by John Biscello

Record launch and live performance at the Wildflower Playhouse

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Orgy

Posted on October 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Breathe deeply in a crowd of people. Continue breathing. Realize that breathing is an orgy of threaded respirations. If the notion of orgy disgusts you, stop breathing.

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Comeback

Posted on October 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Pretend to be dead at your own funeral. Bask in the unparalleled theater of your ending. When the audience leaves, stop pretending. Plan a comeback, understanding that previous perceptions will be dismissed, and the cast of characters, including you, will look a lot different.

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Return to Sender

Posted on October 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Write an affectionate letter to six-year-old you who imagined you as the sort of person who would one day write an affectionate letter to six-year-old you. In advance preparation for what you might one day say to yourself, the envelope in which the letter is sealed is marked Do Not Open Until Eternity. Laugh at this conundrum, as you would a six-year-old child playing marbles, and set the letter aside, wondering not only about the contents of the letter but also if you’d ever find time for eternity.

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Nails

Posted on October 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Paint your fingernails in the way you imagine your daughter would paint your fingernails. Have a daughter to paint your fingernails. Paint your daughter’s fingernails into tiny moons. Blow on the moons until they are dry and without worry. Compare your painted fingernails to your daughter’s painted fingernails. Afterwards, remove your fingers, one by one, and place them around your daughter’s throat in the form of a necklace. If your daughter complains that she can’t breathe, explain to her that you’ve been wearing your mother’s, her grandmother’s fingers around your throat for a long time and couldn’t imagine not having them there. Be sure not to mention words like stranglehold or asphyxiation when talking about your past.

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Bedside Manner

Posted on October 22, 2026 by John Biscello
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