come over here
let us move together
through the light
through the smoke
we travel in circles
of friends in need
rolling down corridors, highways, and hallways
to our rooms, to our child
the one we left when we began to hear
reflections in the mirror
who could predict the beauty of those nights
as tribes gather
so do souls
and ghosts, and poets
upon rocks, electric, metallic, organic
thunder and rain upon the rim
of this crater formed
on the brim of this elusive hat
a book, a gospel, the cry of the wild
we feed, we drink, we inhale and inject
here is the dance, here is the medicine
we seek the eye of the hurricane
and we fear not while we inhabit this song
There was a cloud atop a mountain
Raining colors upon the planet below
From that soil grew in motion, the children
The law did not speak to those above it
Into and out of the city of silver and gold
There were testimonials
There were artifacts
There was food for the aliens in their uniforms
In circles they drew stares, formations, and lines
This delicate air was a destination and home
Where it was assembled, where it hung on the wall
Some were there, some saw it all
The kisses, the brushes, the fabric, the film
That whispered and shouted "let love rule this world"
To be touched with a finger what invitation
To sleep on the floor of this house of creation
Poem by Joe Kidd for “Before I Turn Into Gold Day” inspired by Leonard CohenA Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Joe Kidd
born at midnight on a Sadder Day tossed by a mother fleeing for her life spirit encrypted in a colorless form turned out to the diaspora of souls in flight
“where is the world? where is the heart?” I sang, but nobody here to listen this beginning of pain, is the end of suffering universe breathing in and out
we are not here now, no never again to nurse from the flesh of the one who made us disappear then, before I kiss your cheek this warning comes from one who has lived
and discovered the voice of the transparent sphere the walk of ages, crowds and faces
oh the joy, this symphony this martyrdom, sainthood, prophesied seclusion, illusion, delusion, more the bread of life that created war
now it is finished forgiven and forgotten the skeletons have gone to rest trampled by the invited guests inhabit now, each secret place forever falling through secret space no mind of indulgence no eye to light this eternal paradise banned for life
Bio: Joe Kidd is a working poet, singer, songwriter, and musician. Touring North America and Western Europe. Inducted into the Michigan Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame in 2017. In 2020, published The Invisible Waterhole, a collection of spiritual and sensual verse. He has been awarded by the Michigan Governor’s Office and the US House of Representatives for his work to advance Peace, Social Justice, and Cultural Diversity. Joe is a speech writer, and a music, poetry, and film reviewer for international magazines and websites.
Q1: When did you start writing and first influences?
Joe: My first serious and intentional writing began when I was 17. Just out of high school. It was a time of revolutionary thought. I left home. Hitch hiked east and south. Spent a season with a traveling carnival sleeping under the ferris wheel at night. Drinking wine and listening to stories. Sang on stage with The James Gang, also with Buddy Miles Express. Hungry all the time, but free. Unknowingly, I was my own version of Siddhartha. Influences then were the events and people around me, certainly The Beatles, my father gave me two books when I was very young, Rumi and Mark Twain. They have had a deep and lasting effect.
Q2: Who are your biggest influences today?
Joe: You know, I am not sure. I have sat in the room with Dalai Lama, shook hands with sitting president Clinton, received communion from living Saint John Paul II, attended Muhammad Ali’s birthday party, seen all 4 Beatles in concert. I look to heroes. Not necessarily for writing influence. People like Geronimo, Bobby Sands, Socrates, King David. Bob Dylan has made a huge impact. Carlos Castaneda, perhaps my favorite poet Arthur Rimbaud. I love movies like Cool Hand Luke, Braveheart, Once Upon A Time In The West, Falling Down, Emperor Of The North, Cuckoo’s Nest, A Perfect World. I try new things. Give everyone a chance.
Q3: Where did you grow up and how did that influence your writing? Have any travels away from home influence your work?
Joe: I grew up in Detroit. Middle class. I got all the toys. I was always active, always smart. Played the guitar and saxophone at a young age. Mom was a Kentucky girl, always playing country music Dad listened to classical and movie soundtracks, he had emphysema early on. We moved to Buena Park California where I went to high school. Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, Steppenwolf, The Stones, Grateful Dead. That’s what was happening. My father couldn’t tolerate the air pollution so we returned to Michigan after a few years. By then the Detroit/Ann Arbor music scene had become a powerful source of energy for me. MC5, The Stooges, White Panther Party, Grande Ballroom, WABX-FM, everything was important, everything was political, everything was great, everything was possible. We made it through the assassinations, we made it through the Detroit riot. We wanted the war to end now. We wanted all humans to be treated equally and fairly. I stayed in a commune in Ann Arbor for a while. We lived on brown rice and mescaline. All of these things and so much more.
Q4: What do you consider the most meaningful work that you’ve done creatively so far?
Joe: The accomplishments that I am known for are the CD titled Everybody Has A Purpose that I did with my partner Sheila Burke. Also the book I published in 2020 titled The Invisible Waterhole. In 2017 Being inducted into the Michigan Rock & Roll Legends Hall of Fame along with Edwin Starr and The Spinners was a surprise. There with Smokey Robinson, Mitch Ryder, countless others. I live meaningfully every day. My higher education was formed at Sacred Heart Seminary in Detroit. I wrote a lot there. Theology and church history. I write and create for the future as well as the now. That is the most meaningful action I can take. Traveling and touring. Sheila & I have traveled 26 states and 12 countries in North American & Western Europe. Sharing the stage with other artists in countries where we are the “world music artists” speaking in a language that many do not understand. It is a new challenge and a powerful rush. Perhaps my greatest accomplishment was creating my daughter Jackleen Diana Eve. A talented pianist, writer, and photographer.
Q5: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a writer/performer?
Joe: My mother’s brother Tommy was a traveling musician for a while. Mom wanted me & my brother to be like the Everly Brothers. We were 9 & 11 when The Beatles appeared on TV. Like so many my age, that changed everything. We were different people with different souls after that night. The poetry and songwriting came naturally like breathing air and drinking water. So, it probably just happened as soon as I could form letters on a page.
Q6: Favorite activities to relax?
Joe: I write music, book, & film reviews for a number of international magazines and websites. I am often called to write political speeches for candidates. I own a small orchestra of musical instruments that I practice with in our studio. I have a garden of Sunflowers and Indian corn. I cook great meals. I love to drive long distances to places I’ve never been.
Q7: Any recent or forthcoming projects that you’d like to promote?
Q8: What is a favorite line/stanza from a poem of yours or others?
Q9: Who has helped you most with writing/music?
Joe: I generally write alone. I find it difficult to collaborate. Poetry always solitary. In my life I have been able to write songs with only two others. In the past, with my brother John who died in 2018, and presently with Sheila Burke. She is a crucial part of our music together and a stellar multi talented artist. I stand on the shoulders of countless others both living and deceased. I owe so much to so many. I am always happy to be in the company of greatness. Peace to all who read this.