I hate hyping myself, so I'll quote Gene Seymour's 4/7 review in New York NEWSDAY. Seymour describes it as ...an engrossing, often unsettling mix that's too seamless to be regarded as merely poetry backed by music. Frazer's word portraits of people in varying stages of pain, recovery or folly are by turns caustic and introspective, declamatory and haunting...try to imagine what 1950's 'word-jazz' performer Ken Nordine would sound like if his intimate approach was juiced by the urgency of an avant-garde horn player and the mordant belligerence of a gangsta rapper. On this recording, Chapin plays alto sax, flutes and a variety of little instruments while I recite poetry and play acoustic bass. What we perform almost defies categorization except to say that it falls somewhere between avant-garde jazz and world music. I like to think my poetry is honest and hard-hitting. I hope you'll think so, too. At this time, I have a little distribution on the web, but If you' re interested in ordering a copy, you can contact me for further information at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. .