Another Saturday Night
Joe Sander's heart is shaped like Mississippi. Through it runs a Big Blue River spawning tributaries and capillaries like snakes gentle but dangerous - above which hangs kudzu, wisteria and other strange vegetation unnameable except by some half-mad, half-genius horticulturist. His tunes are rare Delta Thundersong birds (endangered and exotic) rising from the mud Byhalian and Greenwooded, strong meat for most of us who lift our beaks for the plastic manna in squared cellophane. Some of his brilliance pops up unnoticed - queer mushrooms grafted amongst our quotidian grapes, teaching our souls to say 'more' while our understanding reels backward. Joe offers no gratuitous sanctuary. Listening, one must braid one's own thread into rope and knead one's own bread into baked buckets - then dip into the living water of Joe's Big Blue River. Grace and Peace - John Kilzer 8/3/01.