Combustible futures sizzling with blazing bright hopes of raging sunshine blister before me… “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound…” “Some bright morning” approaches.

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W. g. Cordaro.com

My Music,

Amongst friends and foe, under the watchful nostrils of the secret service, my debut solo endeavor was recorded in February, 2006 at Viper Bar, a Mecca for local musicians. From there, dodging aliens and scientologists, at the little known Saucer Sound Studios, I added one African drum and a few ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s, putting the final touches on Live at Viper, which I’ll be whoring out at shows around the country. First stop, a Cd Release party in my hometown;

You can find the songs from “Live At Viper” as well as other live recordings on the My Music section. You can also purchase the album, which is worth the $10 just for the artwork of Ms. Cummings.

The artist,

Kristine Cummings, young artist out of Wisconsin, designed the artwork for Live At Viper, all twelve pages and the CD itself. She spent nearly half a year working on it, accommodating my yip yap all the while. She’s an artist. When I called New England Compact Disc, having already approved the proofs, they were not surprised.

“The artist believes the files are slightly darker than the master.”

“I have to tell you the truth,” his tone said it all. “In all my time here, I’ve never seen a spec as industry standard and specific as she provided. Nothing close.” They corrected the color differential. I’ve been waiting thirty-three years for one poster (at least a couple months now). She’s an artist.

…vanity scampers hastily…

My Writing,

Here you will find chapters from my three completed novels, a few of my short stories and a collection of poems. I’ll post additional writings periodically. The Tales From The Road section of the site will be the most frequently updated. If you have comments or questions about the writing or the music or the lot of it, please do email or leave a message on the message board.

Tales From The Road…

As I endeavour across the United States I intend to post select excerpts from my Road Journal. The first are the VD Installments (Viper Diaries). I have ditched my worldly possessions, mostly because they won’t fit in the trailer. As I prepare to depart, I find myself living with Mr. Trout at Viper Bar.

Friend’s Writings,

Jersey Jane is my favorite, honest-to-godlessness poet of the day. Randy is a corporate whore, like my past-self. He’s a closet writer, who won’t appreciate this description, and is likely to tear my eyelids one by one with his witchlike, coca-snorting fingernails for publishing a plastic, half-ass description of a genius.

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