Jason Webley will present a Day of the Dead concert on November 2 at the Paradox in the University District. Online ticket sales are already sold out.
Jason recently performed in Moscow, where a theaterful of hostages was liberated – some from all toil, all trouble, and all tears – by an opiate-based gas earlier this month.
Jason’s show flyers note “not all who attend will leave alive.”
Click here to listen to an early work by Jason, Halloween. Here are the lyrics:
(C) 1998 by Jason Webley
Do you hear that sound beneath the rustling autumn leaves?
You can’t hear the word, but you know just what they mean.
You’ve gotta tap your toes against the ground,
So all the bones can hear the sound,
To let them know below that you believe.
When you hear those spirits calling, there ain’t no use to fight.
We’ll trade faces with the shadows and change voices with the night.
Do you feal that glow behind the rottingwillow tree?
Something in there knows muchmore than you can see.
It says there’s a task ahead of you,
So dawn the mask and down the brew,
And peer into the sphere of history.
Icklemuck puddlewuck, ting ling zsu.
Chulatat Psilophat, mug wump chu.
When the church bell sounds and the sky drips down, ain’t nothing is a sin.
So we’ll taste the ground whilewe dancearound underneath each other’s skin.
When the raven calls your name and the barn owl starts her flight,
We’ll trade faces with the shadows and change voices with the night.
When you hear those spirits calling, there ain’t no wrong or right.
We’ll trade faces with the shadows and change voices with the night.
Last year, the concert concluded with a torchlit parade of about 600 through the streets of the U-District to the foot of the Ship Canal, where towers burned against the night to reveal human hands and la Belle Dame Sans Merci appeared in Charon’s boat to take Jason across the water.
Something fantastic is crouching out there in the night behind Jason’s shadow. Let’s get a little closer, and see if we can make it out.