This:
Was a blast…
Month: July 2016
Listen of the Week: nonkeen
Oddments of the Gamble, by nonkeen
For an album comprised entirely of outtakes, Oddments of the Gamble sounds surprisingly realized and complete. Many of these songs could easily have appeared on the band’s fantastic debut, if it were not for the issue of space. At this point, it almost seems like nonkeen have amassed a universe of beautiful music — they’re just doling it out to listeners piecemeal, allowing us brief glimpses into their starry cosmos.
http://exclaim.ca/music/article/nonkeen-oddments_of_the_gamble
Friday Lyrics Mash: Alejandro Eiffel
Never Bet the Devil — Strix Publishing
Orrin is a good buddy of mine and I highly recommend this newly-revised edition of his debut collection of stories. It looks so beautiful…
Source: devil — Strix Publishing
Juris Diction
Gravity laughs
when the elevator grasps
Frustrated for years
by warm-blooded engineers
Immutable laws
govern every single fall
Listen of the Week: Clams Casino
32 Levels, by Clams Casino
Even though Clams is no longer building tracks out of randomly downloaded songs, his music still has that feeling of displacement, of being unmoored. The astral drift of his sound is closer to, say, Boards Of Canada than it is to just about any big-name rap producer. Clams’ star really started to rise when he compiled the instrumental versions of the tracks he’d done with rappers like Lil B onto his Instrumental mixtapes; it turned out that their dazed, broken beauty tended to come through more cleanly when it didn’t have Lil B chanting random phrases over it. But on 32 Levels, his major-label debut, Clams has progressed into a great producer of songs, a real collaborator. And he’s done it without losing the dizzy unreality of his music. It’s quite a trick.
Friday Lyrics Mash: For the Love of Money, for Nothing
For the love of money
For the love of money
It’ll keep on changing – yeah – changing up your mind
I’m tellin’ y’all
I need – I need
Money can drive some people out of their minds
Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
People, don’t let money, don’t let money change you
Don’t do it – don’t do it
Almighty Dollar!
Don’t sell ya soul for the money – no, no
We gotta move these refrigerators
Because they’ll never know who in the world they’re gonna beat
Almighty Dollar!
Money money money money, MONEY
For the love of money
Hey, listen to me, y’all do thangs, do thangs, do thangs – bad thangs with it
Un Huh, talkin’ bout cash money, money
Hey, Hey, Hey – some people really need it
Almighty Dollar!
Almighty Dollar!
Money is the root of all evil
People don’t care who they hurt or beat
We gotta install microwave ovens
Do funny things to some people
A woman will sell her precious body
For the love of money
Well, you wanna do thangs, do thangs, do thangs – good thangs with it – yeah
I keep ah tellin’ you
For the love of money
Give me, give me, give me – cash money
Um, ’cause it’ll keep on changing – yeah- changing up your mind
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Yeah, yeah
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free
For the love of money
People will steal from their mother
Yeah – ’cause it’ll keep on changing – yeah – changing up your mind
For that mean, mean, mean, mean green
How many days have I heard ya say
Almighty Dollar!
Some people got to have it
For the love of money
For the love of money
People, don’t let money, don’t let money change you
Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
For the love of money
For the love of money
It’ll keep on – it’ll keep on – changing – yeah – changing up your mind
Money money money money, MONEY
For the love of money
Keep me, keep me, keep me – happy
For the love of money
Money money money money, MONEY
Talkin’ bout cash money – dollar bills y’all – come on, now
You play the guitar on the MTV
Happy 100th Birthday, Dada Manifesto
When the Horizon Wasn’t Empty
Atop that gentle hill, we sat
stoned and dreaming.
Like a coroner, sharp boats on the lake below us cut
across the water,
opening the surface,
looking for root causes.
I recall inhaling and I recall exhalations
coinciding with whisper winds winding through the dying leaves.
I recall you wore your circle-frame glasses.
I recall you took them off your face and
gently placed them on the bench between us.
I don’t recall any words,
but I recall turning from the lake
to see if you were all right –
And there you sit, buttcrack-smile smile on your face.
You look down the hill
and then back at me.
I look down the hill,
back at you,
down the hill.
I shake my head.
You nod.
I laugh.
You stand.
You stretch.
You put your hands over your face and proceed to roll
yourself
down
that
hill – right to the water’s edge.
You hit every bump in the ground, pop into the air just high enough to crash down hard on your shoulder or back – rolling all the way.
Your hands never leave your face and you never try to slow yourself down, determined to ride this thing out to its painful ending.
I can’t tell if you’re still breathing so throw a hand up in the air.
You laugh, then curse.
You rise to your knees, pause, then try to steady yourself atop thick, shaky legs.
You sprint up the hill and plop yourself back down on the bench with a final laugh and labored breath.
That sound was quite satisfying, I recall.
KC Fringe Fest: Meter, Beat, Feat
Poetry is awesome. Music is awesome. Dance is awesome. Put all three of those creative forms together and you’ve got a Magic Triangle of PoMuDa! The KC Fringe Fest is building just such a tri…
Source: KC Fringe Fest: Meter, Beat, Feat | CHARLOTTE STREET FOUNDATION STUDIO RESIDENCY PROGRAM
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