Originally founded by Clyde Petersen in Bellingham, Washington in , Your Heart Breaks has toured the world for 20 years as both a solo performer and a large ensemble. With a focus on stories surrounding queer community, Drone Butch Blues touches on topics of secret and forbidden love, sex with strangers, the lives of hustlers, the impact of AIDS on homosexuals, historic events and rebellion all interwoven with the personal narrative of Clyde Petersen.
Striving to examine the contemporary gap between generations of queers and their elders, Petersen turns to written materials to find buried remnants of gay culture and creative vibrant humans, lost to the plague of AIDS.
What emerges from this exploration is Drone Butch Blues , the 9th full-length album from a twenty-year career as Your Heart Breaks. Each track containing it's own unique drone element, and is then layered with folk instruments. You won't find any drum sets on Drone Butch Blues.
Deceit and Deceive A vision so lovely A swan so deceived. It cried out for days In love with the view Of what it perceived. Oh falseness entangled The human of beings. Not quite what you thought, Nor need dream or want Deceit and Deceive. Somewhere In Between Somewhere in-between the stacks of book and papers, Found a place to call your own and a reason to stay there With a record collection, a single ray of light You sleep through it every day, live only for the night.
Free time will feel like a dream you have About a time and a place you will never get back. The Party's Over Was it the back-beat of the bass drum that just kept you wanting more? Were you reeling from the poopers? Was he just another screw? Was it how the party ended, just when you finally felt so free? Was it the death of the gay disco or the murder of the queens?
Was it the burying of bodies or one endless eulogy? Or the way the disco ball just sent you spinning round the floor? His short shorts shirtless body moving to Dinosaur L Was it the how we were so wild? The Worst July on Record And the heat it was oppression And the world was even worse Can cops were killing in the streets In gay clubs a massacre And the media just loved it but it made all of us sick All the murder of black people, trans women, the innocent.
When Home was a Blue Sky Dear Jeffrey Do the pretty boys all shine in your light? Do you stay out all night dancing, Just to watch the sun come rising? Have you finally found a lover that feels right? Dear Jeffrey oh please tell me, You still write poetry While waiting for the subway home each night. Are they songs for your lost father, A sonnet for your new lover Does it still bring you joy to write?
Like a piece of twine, we co-exist, Though its been some time since we did twist And turn the streets of the lower east side Few and far apart these days, I hope you know that I do take Time to let you tumble round my mind.
Keep on Livin' For the rumors in the hallway, you might be so different And the tags upon your locker that said, die you fucking faggot.
The searing scenes of Afghan people clinging to military airplanes desperate to escape, brought back feelings of anguish for Mouammar Abouagila. LCSNW helped 24 Afghan refugees who are now in our area in just the last week, and they expect many more. Caption: KOMO. Those families have nothing and will need clothes, rides from the airports, gift cards, meal assistance and housing is desperately needed. Georgia shipwreck's last giant chunk removed from water.
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