One of the things I love about Marker and Parker is the way Marc uses his voice in so many different ways to perform this remarkable collection of poems. Don Parker’s piano compliments the mood of the poems and demonstrates Marc’s talent as writer but also as a performer, as he uses his voice as a powerful tool to bring to life the character, content, mood and sentiments of his poems.
Some are light and easy, such as Rack ‘Em which is funny, sassy and cute--a reminder of all those fun, slightly edgy misspent youthful hours hanging out in seedy places. Similarly Mile High, is light, flirty and sexy. Him is extraordinarily painful to bear, as it evokes the dehumanising experience of being just another body on a hospital trolley: You can hear the fear, sadness and loneliness in Marc’s voice as he describes what it’s like to feel scared, alone, abandoned and in pain as the doctors clinically go about their business of fixing his body, arrogantly proud of their expertise and lifesaving skills, but ignorant of their inability to meet this patients’ emotional and spiritual needs. All that was needed was a kind and compassionate attitude and maybe someone to hold his hand and whisper in his ear that he was going to be all right; instead, the doctors simply talk about "him". Too Fucked to Drink is an important, complex commentary on the past 30 years of political history. It skilfully makes some extremely powerful statements about contemporary society, the political and cultural changes that took place in the period between 1980 and the present, and about how the country took various ideological twists and turns and got to where it is today.
Altogether this is pure rock n roll poetry, spoken word at its most enjoyable and accessible, a pleasure to listen to from start to finish – enjoy!

I've followed Zegans' work for several years, and can say with some confidence: if you're interested in the spiritual landscape of 21st century America, check out this CD. While much of it will have you listening with a kind of amazed glee, Zegans' ambitions here are real. He's playing for keeps, and his poetic force is staggering. This is a seasoned artist turning his gaze on one thing after another, and letting it rip. He's accompanied by another artist who knows the same country. The result is searing, sensual, stark; raw, rousing, rich; powerful, playful, purposive... In Zegans we have--at last--a contemporary poet with a damn good chance of being remembered a hundred years down the road.

I love listening to this in the car and while washing dishes. It takes me down to the elemental in its small stories and leaves me happy.