Vapor Vespers: Sex

Vapor Vespers Return with Double-Sided Single of Audacious Sonics and Spoken Word, You Changed and Sex

New York Multi-Instrumentalist Sal Cataldi (aka Spaghetti Eastern Music) Continues Partnership with Alaskan Playwright Mark Muro on More Triptastic Slams of Storytelling and Genre-Skipping Sounds

New York/Anchorage, August 18, 2021 –  It’s a sonic funhouse that draws upon everything from Fripp & Eno ambient and Krautrock to Miles Davis acid-funk-jazz and baroque classicalism. These varied sounds are conjured as soundtracks to spoken word ruminations that are part Eric Bogosian hyper-monologue, Bukowski poetry slam and, occasionally, politically incorrect Rudy Ray Moore party record bawdy. 

This is the world of Vapor Vespers, the edge- and button-pushing transcontinental collaboration between acclaimed NYC & Hudson Valley-based multi-instrumentalist Sal Cataldi (aka Spaghetti Eastern Music) and Alaskan playwright, actor and slam poet Mark Muro.   Drawing inspiration from music-powered spoken word icons like John Cooper ClarkeThe Last Poets and Lord Buckley, Vapor Vespers unwrapped their saucy stew with One Act Sonix, their critically buzzed-about 2020 debut album on Bad Egg Records. 

Now the duo is returning with a double-sided single that ups the ante on the cool grooves, guitar riffage and narrative absurdity, You Changed and Sex.  The two tracks, available today on streaming services including Spotify and Bandcamp, are a sneak preview to their sophomore album, slated for winter 2021.

You Changed is high-energy funk-jazz of the Ornette Coleman Prime Time/harmolodic variety. Its galloping funky beat, snappy clavinet accents and dueling snaky lead guitars propel Muro’s caffeinated rant about an actress friend who’s now too cool for school and their friendship. “You used to be nice, you used to be normal, you used to be my friend, then you suddenly changed… You started wearing vinyl pants and blowing kisses to strangers… You called me a sad sirloin burger…You wanted to be interesting, so you rented a wolf, had your elbows pierced, bought a stuffed owl and went to the opera dressed as a mermaid!”

On Sex, Cataldi’s soundtrack is a slow-creep electro modal blues reminiscent of latter-day Jeff Beck, one on which Muro sleepily riffs couplets that illuminate what sex is.  “Sex is a big basket of shiny red apples and a good sharp knife… Sex is a time bomb under your seat and a dog sleeping at your feet… Sex made a monkey out of Darwin and a man outta King Kong… It’s how I got here and how I wanna go.”   

For more visit, and Vapor Vespers’ Spotify page.

Harry Whitewolf

YouTube Dickheads Banned My Video

Check out my brand-new poem YouTube Dickheads Banned My Video on YouTube.

The poem about online censorship and the coming death of free speech was written in response to YouTube recently banning my poetry performance vid Constable Cunt.

It would have to be the only poetry vid of mine that went viral (with 4.3K views) wouldn’t it?


Eddie Woods


I am Mary,
mother of the true god
of cosmic adventure
and queen of the libertines.
I give myself to all comers
regardless of race, creed and size of penis.
I am available to women as well as men,
to plants as well as animals.
I fuck for nothing
but freely accept all tokens of appreciation,
negotiable or not.
I have no inhibitions,
there is no form of sex
to which I am not partial.
I will even talk to you over a cup of tea.

I am Mary,
patron goddess of all prostitutes,
the only true saints
humankind has ever known.
They give what others are unwilling to part with,
subject themselves to cruelties
others will not endure
and abide the scorn of their less liberated sisters.
Were all women as free as I,
as unattached to their mythical egos,
as unburdened by likes and dislikes,
as unadorned with vanity
and conditioned notions of the body’s needs,
then harlotry would cease to exist,
never again would desire be exploited.

I am Mary,
loving sister of all men,
provider of all their needs,
destroyer of all their wants.
Having seen with my inner mind
to the very core of all their frustrations,
I have also witnessed
the seeds of their aggressiveness,
the twisted roots of their hardened ambitions.
Sigmund Freud has taught me nothing,
I have learned all by opening my cunt,
exposing my bosom
and allowing the whole world
to massage my heart.
Were all women like me,
no man would need play
his ego-inflating games of seduction
nor sublimate his desires
by seeking to conquer the material world.
I deflate egos by hardening cocks.
I take the wind out of all masculine sails
and recycle its potency as a tantric generator.
By making lust sacred, I make men divine:
true gods never need prove themselves,
they live secure in total self-knowledge.

I am Mary,
anarchist princess of spiritual revolution,
scarlet perpetrator of crimes against ignorance,
debauched ascetic
in a cruel world of self-righteous gluttons.
I am the unprincipled advocate of sexual Tao,
I conquer hate by offering pleasure
and quell violence by permitting pain.
I am an empty well of immortal flesh
within whose depths only love can abide.
I am the golden maiden of carnal alchemy,
transforming all vice into highest virtue.
Because I am God I live without fear.
The devil is not my enemy but my self-created lover,
I embrace his darkness with arms of pure light,
giving human sensations their reward for being.
Live as I do and you shall never die.

I am Mary,
calling all my sisters out of their houses,
all my brothers out of their armies,
all my workers out of their factories,
all my admirers down from their temples,
all my lovers out of their shadows,
all my revilers up from their miseries,
all my ancestors out of their heresies,
all my descendants out of their destinies,
all my dreamers out of their fantasies.

I am Mary
and I am real.