The new piece is called “Stain on Us All!”
Donald Trump’s security people have stopped letting me into his events. How now will I show Donald the way? How can we help Donald to become a better person?– And in turn make the world a better place? I’ve decided to incorporate some of Donald’s themes along with some scripture. Hopefully Donald will see it, and learn. I sure hope so, at least. Peace and love!
I have been on the road now for a little over a year, (including short breaks), giving out flowers to strangers and most recently, politicians. It has been paid for out of pocket, and doing so has cost me several thousand dollars. I don’t mind. I am happy to do so, because I think it has made many people happy. Many thousands of people watch my videos on Vine every day– (and to a lesser degree, YouTube).
My recent travels have brought me from the east coast to the west coast, to the east, to Iowa, back to New Hampshire, crisscrossing 45 states since 2013. During my travels I have met governors, congressmen, senators, political activists, students and people of all walks of life.
I have prayed for peace with Gov. Jeb Bush and Senator Lindsey Graham, and I have ministered with pastors and other religious workers in the street.
I try to bring a sense of humor to my work– creating inspirational sayings in my videos– but also a sense of humor, playing different characters to entertain and brighten people’s day. To the countless people who message me, (many of them young people in need of serious advice), I answer all I can. (Though some days, I admit I fall short of being able to keep up and still maintain my busy schedule).
Much to my surprise, my latest adventures have made national headlines in papers like The Washington Post, and The Huffington Post— and on CNN, CBS, and political shows like The Young Turks-– and many others. My recent talk with Chris Christie even resulted in a comedic exchange which was talked about on shows like The Nightly Show, @Midnight, The View and many others.
I hope to put together a documentary about my travels– which I have some experience with, since I have directed several feature-length indie films and documentaries, including projects with Greta Gerwig, Stan Lee (of Marvel Comics), and several other film stars you may have heard of.
But I can’t afford to do this forever. There is gas, food, cameras/ editing tools for sharing my experiences– and it adds up to a significant amount.
Today, I will try to give flowers to Hillary Clinton. (I tried once in Iowa, but the flowers were confiscated by the secret service). Right after that, I head out to give flowers to Donald Trump in Michigan. (I also tried unsuccessfully with Donald in Iowa.)
If you support what I’m doing, consider donating a small amount to keep me going a little while longer.
Here is a video explaining some of what I’ve been up to.
Burned My Feet On Meat Street (Psychic Audio)
For the unexposed, Massachusetts native Rod Webber delivers a volatile mix of what’s been labeled industrial-electronic alterna-pop that delivers it’s own particular flavor of Caucasian hip-hop. Burned My Feet On Meat Street takes the listener through the near-psychotic isolation of Webber’s recovery a one-year prison stay, imposed for carrying a toy gun while filming a college art film.
Even though much of his post-incarceration neurosis might have been prevented by a competent lawyer, we are still left with a little gem of techno post-adolescent frustration that grows with each listen. Cuts like “Blister” and “Black Sheets” tell of fear, isolation and the lost years of a soul dealing with what may or may not be a society out to get us. Propelled by a Duke Ellington sample, “Black Sheets” provides a chilling look at isolation, to a reverb-drenched military march (a.k.a. a well-programmed drum machine). The song builds with Webber delivering a primal scream of release as the track ends.
“Killing Me” has more of an upbeat pop feel and explores the timeless pop subject of two people repressing a shared attraction. To the intended recipient of the message, Webber pleads “Please see it in my eyes/You’re feeding the fire/It’s feeding the fire.”
Despite a tendency to overuse television samples, Webber brings a welcome economy to his craft. with no track clocking in at over 4:29. Such length provides focus for the more ambiguous subjects while avoiding the dreaded self-indulgent verbal diarrhea that can cause one to reach for the “Eject” button. The advance word on Meat Street proffered a Beck-like creative approach, but to my ears, it sounded something like the Velvet Underground, had VU been in their prime in the mid-Nineties.
It’s reported that Webber has assembled a five-piece band and is undertaking a series of live gigs, while the corporate labels decide if this brand of angry industrial music merits a larger platform to perform on. It will be interesting to hear how live musicians will interpret these techno-ditties and to see if Webber’s vision expands to the next level. But for now, experience Meat Street in isolation, from whence it came.