About “Cover Letters” — new exhibit at Paragraph | CHARLOTTE STREET FOUNDATION STUDIO RESIDENCY PROGRAM

When Michael Krueger, curator of “Sincerely Yours,” mentioned that he was interested in a show about sincerity, I realized this was probably the only theme I was interested in anyway. In addition t…

Source: About “Cover Letters” — new exhibit at Paragraph | CHARLOTTE STREET FOUNDATION STUDIO RESIDENCY PROGRAM

About “Cover Letters” — new exhibit at Paragraph | CHARLOTTE STREET FOUNDATION STUDIO RESIDENCY PROGRAM

The Brightest Thing You’ll Ever See

The fires beckon unconditionally
     while the butterflies scream with delight

The fires blacken universally
     while the turtles load their pistols overnight

The fires blister unambiguously
     while the squirrels hold short fuses to the light

The fires bluster uncontrollably
     while the sea lions swing their scabbards left and right

The fires becalm unpredictably
     while the dragonflies swarm to the fight

And the ashes smolder so regrettably
     as our charred bones make a memorable blight

The Brightest Thing You’ll Ever See

Listen of the Week: Oh Pep!

Stadium Cake, by Oh Pep!

[T]he female-fronted group is unique in that they use mostly traditional bluegrass and folk instruments to create their indie, jangly pop, including, guitar, violin, mandolin, double bass and bouzouki. This album is miraculous in how subtle these instruments are put into the mix. In fact, the violin, mandolin, and guitar all sound like modern instruments that are common in indie rock, such as synthesizers and electric guitars.

https://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2016/04/oh-pep-stadium-cake-review.html

Listen of the Week: Oh Pep!

Friday Lyrics Mash: Take Me On Out Me

I know I won’t be leaving here with you
Today’s another day to find you
In a day
Slowly learning that life is OK.
I say… take me out!
Take me on (take on me)
If I move this could die
Take me on (take on me)

I’ll be gone
You’re all the things I’ve got to remember
I want you to take me out
If eyes move, this could die
You say you don’t know
So needless to say
Take on me (take on me),
I’m just a shot, then we can die
I know I won’t be leaving here with you
I say take me out
I say don’t you know
I’ll be gone
You say you don’t know
If I wane, this can die
In a day

I know I won’t be leaving here
I know I won’t be leaving here (with you)
If eyes move this could die
Shying away
In a day or two
I say you don’t know
I know I won’t be leaving here (with you)
I don’t know what I’m to say
Talking away
I say… take me out!

Take me on (take on me)
And if you leave here
You know I’m here waiting for you
Is it life or just to play my worries away?
I’ll be gone
I’ll be coming for your love, OK?
Say after me,
I say you don’t show
I know I won’t be leaving here
Take on me (take on me),
I say… take me out!
Come on, take me out
I’ll say it anyway
Take on me (take on me),
Take on me (take on me),
I’m odds and ends
I’ll be coming for you anyway
Take me on (take on me)

Don’t move, time is slow
If I move, this could die
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
Oh, things that you say, yeah—
It’s no better to be safe than sorry.
You say you don’t know
I know I won’t be leaving here with you

I’m just a crosshair
So if you’re lonely
I’m just a shot away from you
I know I won’t be leaving here
I say don’t you know?
But I’m me stumbling away
You’re shying away
I want you…to take me out!
If I wane, this can die

I’m just a crosshair
I know I won’t be leaving here

In a day or two
I’ll be gone

Friday Lyrics Mash: Take Me On Out Me

Working So Hard

While Chris Penn learned to dance,
“Let’s Hear it for the Boy” inspired avalanches throughout the Rockies (you know there ain’t no mountains in Oklahoma); those sun-soaked, dance-deprived, small-town, god-fearing, tractor-chickening Rockies.

Sometime before or sometime after Chris Penn learned to dance
(Footloose timelines are anything but linear), in white, Wednesday, after-school shoes, Kevin Bacon danced a gymnast’s jig in what we dream was a poultry or hog or serial killer warehouse.

Before Chris Penn learned to dance,
Bomont was a dusty, Quiet-Riot-free environment filled with soda-loving Maries and Milos whose desperate shenanigans unfolded along infinitely-stretched, two-lane highways.

After Chris Penn learned to dance,
Bomont rebuilt itself as a Loggins-esque utopia dedicated to overcoming high rates of teen depression by prescribing herioc doses of The Carlton before it was so-branded and re-sold to the American public in 1990 by Bel-Air Danceaceuticals, Inc.

Though Chris Penn learned to dance, dance so hard, he danced so hard,
he couldn’t stop fighting even when the only thing he burned and yearned for was to dance into the heart of Sarah Jessica Parker and it was those fights, that fight, that drove her to marry Ferris Bueller (forever bound in hallucinatory matrimony deep within the crevasses of Cameron Frye’s anxious imaginations).

Still Chris Penn danced and danced and danced and danced
and so did John Lithgow and so did you and so did I and together we lost our blues in an Almost Paradise under a confetti-glitter moon, cut loose from every rule,
everybody cut,
everybody cut.

Working So Hard

Overheard After Stepping Into a Port-O-Potty In a Row of Port-O-Potties at an Outdoor Beer and Music Festival Where the Ambient Temperature Inside the Port-O-Potty Hovered Around 120 Degrees Fahrenheit

Dude,

     this
          is
               so
                    wrong.

Overheard After Stepping Into a Port-O-Potty In a Row of Port-O-Potties at an Outdoor Beer and Music Festival Where the Ambient Temperature Inside the Port-O-Potty Hovered Around 120 Degrees Fahrenheit