A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 6)

_________________           _           _________________   _  ___

Mireille supposed that combustible conditions like morals and mental illness for the most part only really came into play in a somewhat more physical state than the wet realm from where thought descends. Even if not likewise accepted within that shoddy, communal rabbit-hutch that is the narrative known as normal, she felt that it was still perfectly acceptable to have any and every variegated notion percolate up through the porous mesh within our heads. Sure, in our world it would naturally follow that we’d feel the need for those whims to fall for us somewhere along that long, long, long circumference we’ve constructed between sacred and profane. Yet, “All thoughts are okay,” she told herself.

(As just some examples pulled from an infinite list of random mundanities that might drift towards focus, albeit these admittedly being somewhat odder fare than “I wonder what gender my first born will be,” or “Did they like the cut and color of that shirt I wore to the party last night”) if one took note that they had just moments ago been dreamily pondering a plan to commit murder; or discovered themselves in a strange reverie involving themselves engaged in an ogre-like gobble of an infant in a sandwich; or if one was considering what it would be like to have eyes on their genitalia, like a butterfly; or what it would be like to slit one’s wrists open with a razor; or if they’re struck with the thought to stick their tongue into the mouth of that old drunk who lived next door: well, “that’s just fine.” To place this into the more commonly known compartments proposed by Freud—if one were found in wonder over what it’d be like to stab one’s own mother and fuck one’s own father (or vice-versa of course, depending on gender and preference), well, it’s just fine. It’s only when these thoughts are allowed weight to fret within your head, Mireille believed, that they become something awesome: inspiring an overwhelming feeling of both reverence and fear.

Developing into a worry, there this whimsy-made-object-this-object-made-foreign will sit and calcify into a malignant stone that scrapes our interior. Yes, a stone, like that of Sisyphus and his diurnal burden: something to be dealt with daily. Worse, they’d metastasize out into other tunnels, such as language and action.

“I guess what I mean to say,” she thought, “…it’s only when they become a concern that they become a concern….”

       Obsession is the engine that furrows the brow and makes us sick. Worry invites what were once riffs of little-nothings and inconsequential quirks of Homo sapiens sapiens’ cognitive arrangement to linger too long in the house of mirrors that we sometimes see as introspective consciousness. Under an awkward lens they develop deep taproots, wicked and invasive to your core. Even if you were to pinch its bitter blossom-head from the stem, even if you were to yank the stem free—there below the sod the thing remains and sprouts anew. Soon to sour into a desire to be fed, or a target for contempt—at best you’re left to keep vigil and be at-ready to denounce it.

Get thee to a nunnery, go.

or

Get thee behind me, Satan.

       Perpetually in a procedure of amputation, your hobbled heart and mind prepares a palace for these hobgoblins and nourishes them with the slough left after self-recrimination: for is not anxiety its own form of adoration? It’s awful enough we feel compelled to contort and comport ourselves at-large to some temporal point of view, but to play truncheon-twirling policeman before some internal mirror was just too much. Why warp your imagination into the wraith that haunts the head, or worse, the revenant that escorts the hand? No, it was best to let the currents own these thoughts, buoy them about for your observation before they were tossed off with a chuckle. Otherwise these nothings could bludgeon and knife our lives while we curse them as fate.

_ -_-   _______________________                 _________________       _         _________________

Dendrites CVR 6

_______________________________   ——  —  ——–  _______________ –  __

 

——————————-(Click to Listen or Download)—————–

================____===================  ===  _ ===== == =    ==    =   __ – _

Used 2 Own U – crush_DLX (Pop Levi & Bunny Holiday)

Lay Lady Lay – David T. Walker

Agitation – Erykah Badu

Afro Blue/Black Radio – Robert Glasper Experiment (ft. Erykah Badu & Yasiin Bey [Mos Def])

Suite II Overture/Dance Or Die/Faster/Locked Inside – Janelle Monáe (ft.. Saul Williams)

Girls On Saturn – Saul Williams

Real Thing – tUnE-yArDs

Price Tag – Sleater-Kinney

At Night, True Love/ The Count – San Fermin

Accidental Tourist (a white Huayno melody) – Elvis Perkins

The Fat Angel – Donovan

Eye of the Pearl – Quilt

Therapy – Mary J. Blige

Someday My Prince Will Come – Miles Davis

I Can't See Your Face In My Mind - The Doors

I Can’t See Your Face In My Mind – The Doors

The-Jim-Carroll-Band-I-Write-Your-Name-216827

Dance The Night Away – Jim Carroll Band

Don’t Watch Me Dancing – Little Joy [art by Flavio de Paula]

Three Consorts Of Dracula – Philip Glass & Kronos Quartet

______________———-___=========================================  __=

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 6)

  • Used 2 Own U – crush_DLX (Pop Levi & Bunny Holiday)
  • Lay Lady Lay – David T. Walker
  • Agitation – Erykah Badu
  • Afro Blue/Black Radio – Robert Glasper Experiment (ft. Erykah Badu & Yasiin Bey [Mos Def])
  • Suite II Overture/Dance Or Die/Faster/Locked Inside – Janelle Monáe (ft.. Saul Williams)
  • Girls On Saturn –  Saul Williams
  • Real Thing – tUnE-yArDs
  • Price Tag – Sleater-Kinney
  • At Night, True Love/ The Count – San Fermin
  • Accidental Tourist (a white Huayno melody) – Elvis Perkins
  • The Fat Angel – Donovan
  • Eye of the Pearl – Quilt
  • Therapy – Mary J. Blige
  • Someday My Prince Will Come – Miles Davis
  • I Can’t See Your Face In My Mind – The Doors
  • Dance The Night Away – Jim Carroll Band
  • Don’t Watch Me Dancing – Little Joy
  • Three Consorts Of Dracula – Philip Glass & Kronos Quartet 

_ _ _ __=========================================     ______BOBBY CALERO

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 5)

_____________________       _        _________________                      _________________   _

WITH A SWIVEL and jut she shifted from leg to leg. The sway to her broad hips was suggestive of the pendulum motion to a slow bell—back-and-forth—albeit with an inaudible knell. The pale yellow fabric of her knee-length skirt would pull taut against the thick of each thigh as she placed her weight on them. Back-and-forth.

What must’ve been a particularly lascivious breeze tumbled through; scattering some dead leaves of brown and yellow ochre about the coarse surface of the redbrick paved path with a faint, slithering rattle—hsstsstsss. It paused briefly before fingering lightly at the hem of her skirt. Not yet satisfied, this stray zephyr swelled to send the back-end of the butter-colored fabric leisurely lilting upwards, exposing the two pink hemispheres of her plump ass snug in sheer white nylon with lace trim. The balloon of her skirt fell, coming to rest still as she smoothed it out with her palms against the supple pale flesh at the back of her knees. This peepshow was brief and went unnoticed by all but the wind.

Mireille* shifted once more to readjust the weight of the black case strapped to her back, which was designed to contain the component mouthpiece, piston valves, bent tubing, and flared bell of a brass instrument: in this case a trumpet. A flock of thin women were approaching while absorbed in an exaggerated flutter of laughter. With their gaunt aesthetics of wanton sinew and lanky bones; tapered ribcages topped with cushion breasts, pushed up and pressed together; some with narrow skirts that clasped at hips below protruding ilac crests; some with slender legs bound in Lycra tights that descended into the fleece interiors of chunky sheepskin boots; or, others with jean shorts of skimpy dimensions, mechanically scissor-cut with rough precision in the factory, and pantyhose-clad twigs concluding with a glissade into awkward angles of stiletto heels; all with long acrylic fingernails slightly curled, like talons of raptors; all with faces painted bright and sharp with a slather of orange-tinged foundation and metallic cosmetics encircling the eyes, from which long lashes coil; all with eyebrows tweezed fine as razors: they resembled avian descendants not yet too far removed from the Cretaceous period. The little behind they did posses was achieved through spines distorted by the height of heels.

An acquaintance of hers, Chuck, would refer to women of this appearance as “the-dick-&-diet-crowd,” as that is what he believed the preoccupations of their waking hours consisted of. Accompanied by a little puff exhaled from the nostrils, Mireille’s lips curled to a smirk at the remembrance of this amusing designation. With continual, but furtive tugs, yanks, and pulls inserted between every other move they made, the girls would clutch at the hems of their garments to either prevent them from a revealing ride up their little hips and thighs, or to remove an uncomfortable wedge of blue denim. One young woman who resembled nothing more than a chicken bone in boots daubed with flesh-colored greasepaint was addressing the rest while employing the lip-bumbling honey and loose-jowled lift of an infant’s voice: “I-know-but, oh my gawd, you have just gotta get The Black Box! More than that but, every man should be like forced to read it to find out just what women really want, yah know? Oh, and the sequel, Once You Go Black Box—it’s just so, ouough, so steamy! I-know-but…”

“I dunno Alexa,” another cut her off with a twirl of her skinny fingers, “sounds gross.” This one, who had so little meat to distinguish her face from the skull beneath, seemed unable to communicate if slight ticks of the neck did not accompany her words. Her mouth congealed into a sour pout that was carried about on a disapproving nod. Then she added, “weird.”

This gaggle of fashionable theropods went by with click-clack footsteps upon the brick road that wound through the scattered trees on the far-end of the college campus. Their choir cackles and shouts of “Oh my god, I knooow!” dissipated into the autumn-adorned branches of oak trees as well as the occasional green conifer. It took Mireille quite some time to train her mind to abstain from a mechanical lunge towards questions of whether strangers’ laughter in public was somehow resultant from her presence or not. This conscious negation would eventually permit her on occasion to forget that she was even physically present at all, endowing her processes of perception with a seemingly more passive quality that allowed her to further simply enjoy the stimulation gathered from whatever scenes she happened to encounter along her way. At other times, however, she could feel herself twist and sweat.

When relatively younger, Mireille’s recognition of this insecurity’s inexplicable persistence often made her fear that she was developing into something of a schizophrenic, or at least suffering from acute paranoia. However, as she matured—traversing through her teens over to the tail end of her twenties and into the onset of her thirties—she found that this trait was ecumenical among people. The facts of commonplace neurosis and rote psychosis calmed her (not only in regards to this, but a whole slew of human eccentricities).

Us all being somewhat mentally ill—according to definitions she gleaned from a required and overpriced psychology textbook and its numerous citations to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders—was a balm to the psychological anguish that accompanies adolescence and the awkward moments that often occur in the years that follow. Those moments—typically inconsequential and forgotten by other parties in attendance—can cling like limpets in one’s memory and at any random moment of recollection compel one to slap their palm upon their dull forehead like a cartoon idiot struck with the sudden acknowledgment that they have indeed gone off a cliff. Now, involuntarily sweating and stuck-through with the shrapnel of regret, this victim of memory is left to utter under-breath a Möbius strip recording of the perceived infraction; perhaps even mumble out a little, “god, I’m so stupid.” She believed lunacy, egalitarian by nature if not degree, was simply a tacit condition of sentient existence. This conviction helped Mireille reduce the memory of these sorts of incidents down to the psychological weight of a blooper reel. If there was something fundamentally wrong with her, well then, there was something fundamentally wrong with everybody!

________________________________________________________________________________________

* Although customarily her name, according to its French roots, would be pronounced mee-RAY, Mireille’s parents were unaware of this when they picked it out of a little white book, so she has been raised as Mer-El; with a little brother named Joe-Ah-Quin, spelled Joaquin. She would sometimes wonder just what was going on with her mother and step-father around the time of their conception, as her older brother and step-brothers all sported names such as Marc, David, and Peter.

_____________________                        _________________          _   _________________   _

Dendrites 5 cvr

-_______________________________   ——  —  ——–  _______________ –  __

——————————-(Click to Listen or Download)—————–

================____====  \^/  ============  ===  _ ===== == =    ==    =   __ – _>

X-Ray Machine – Landlady

Springsville – Miles Davis

Anyone for Tennis? (The Savage Seven Theme) – Cream

God Help Me – The Jesus & Mary Chain (ft. Shane MacGowan)

Cockney-Rebel-Timeless-Flight-T-467458

Red Is A Mean, Mean Colour/White, White Dove – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel

Reddin Off – Afrikan Sciences

Reagan – Killer Mike [art by Daniel Garcia & Harry Teitelman]

Moroccan Handjob – Lilacs & Champagne

Dirty Man – Laura Lee

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me – Fantômas

Monsters – Lucius

Harmonia Inventions/Crimson – Madlib

Over The Breaks – J Dilla [art by Daniel Tingcungco]

Bad With The Good – Peaking Lights

Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Goddamn Thirsty Crow – Father John Misty

Meet Me in the Morning/Call Letter Blues (Blood On The Tracks NY Sessions Outtakes) – Bob Dylan

Please Remember – Deafheaven

Superbird – Country Joe & the Fish

Take Off Your Face And Recover From That Trip You’ve Been On – Mushroom

04/15/05 Friday – Fantômas

….===================================  ======== == =    ==    =    = – __

_ _ _ __=========================================     ______
A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 5)
  • X-Ray Machine – Landlady
  • Springsville – Miles Davis
  • Anyone for Tennis? (The Savage Seven Theme) – Cream
  • God Help Me – The Jesus & Mary Chain (ft. Shane MacGowan)
  • Red Is A Mean, Mean Colour/White, White Dove – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
  • Reddin Off – Afrikan Sciences
  • Reagan – Killer Mike
  • Moroccan Handjob – Lilacs & Champagne
  • Dirty Man – Laura Lee
  • Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me – Fantômas
  • Monsters – Lucius
  • Harmonia Inventions/Crimson – Madlib
  • Over The Breaks – J Dilla
  • Bad With The Good – Peaking Lights
  • Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Goddamn Thirsty Crow – Father John Misty
  • Meet Me in the Morning/Call Letter Blues (Blood On The Tracks NY Sessions Outtakes) – Bob Dylan
  • Please Remember – Deafheaven
  • Superbird – Country Joe & the Fish
  • Take Off Your Face And Recover From That Trip You’ve Been On – Mushroom
  • 04/15/05 Friday – Fantômas
_ _ _ __=========================================     ______BOBBY CALERO

 

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 4)

_________________                      _________________   _

What should we call it?

      What good is a glossary when we truly do not know inside from outside, this side from the other, or even where there’s a door; when we would not know our ass from our elbows if we could not reliably locate our head firmly lodged up one of those? More words. Words, which get us close but eventually send us careening off the slick circumference that surrounds the thing itself—like the cell wall fuzz of a mold spore. We apply more words in hopes of a secure hold. But instead of a firm handshake the results are usually just surplus grease on the heel.

It was words and their reception that turned Nimrod—a mighty hunter before God—into Elmer Fudd. It was words and one delirious cartoon.

    But what of the self itself, and all that still under the rose? The self spreads, makes contacts. Of the self is the self. Tendrils: they float just below the surface; they swim, and flail and coil and spill and touch. Some kiss, and taste what? Phantom limbs—some call it quits and commit suicide at a cellular level, which resembles something akin to shore erosion. Some armor-up. Some recover and want to tell you their story. Some sing together in jubilant counterpoint. Some dance callous through our days. Others caress all through the night. For well or ill, some fasten. Expand-and-contract. Contact. Speed-up-and-slow-down. Tendrils; curled lashes encounter the burn; seize ice; all the temperatures between.

We get closer and closer to the map; words crowd the margins. But there are territories that cartographers can never retire. Moments are movements: a series of soft collisions with the apparatus of arithmetic and of alphabet—we play—meat and bone and beating breast and milk and downpour and blood and beauty and beast and bread and circus and soil and sincerity and catch and kiss and jealous and catch and kiss and release and catch and kiss and taste what?—a whole vessel for familiar games…all this & perhaps a bit of all that.

We share secrets.

If a man love me, he will keep my words.

      We fondle nymphs, larvae, while awaiting the imago. Words. Words are sound. —Words— Words are vision. —Words and sound and vision—Words—Words and perception—Words—Words and perception and memory—Words and perception and memory and attention—Words and perception and memory and attention and intelligence. All these cognitive functions—ideological assumptions you just cannot be sure of. It all started with words, at least some say.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the

Word was God.

            That word was neither an apology nor a demand for one.

_____________________                 _________________                      _________________   _ -_-   __

dendrites 4 cvr

_______________________________   ——  —  ——–  _______________ –  __

——————————-(Click to Listen or Download)—————–

================____===================  ===  _ ===== == =    ==    =   __ – _

(police cars and dogs) – Eat The Document soundtrack

The Ghost Of Tom Joad – Rage Against The Machine (Bruce Springsteen cover)

Close Your Eyes (And Count To Fuck) – Run The Jewels (ft. Zack De La Rocha)

Out & About – Richard Swift

Love Game – Eminem (ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Down On The Farm – Big Al Downing

Long Time Gone – Billie Joe Armstrong & Norah Jones

Razor Tongue – Martina Topley-Bird

My Ruins – Jim Carroll

Feeling Alright – Warpaint

Hooch – Kelis

When I Get This Feeling – Bobby Moore & the Rhythm Aces

Two Weeks – FKA Twigs

Endeavors For Never (The Last Time We Spoke You Said You Were Not Here; I Saw You Though.) – Shabazz Palaces

Makes Me Wanna Die – Tricky (ft. Martina Topley-Bird)

Chameleon/Death Trip – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel

Bi-Polar Bear – Stone Temple Pilots

Scumbag – Jobriath

Left Hand Luke and The Beggar Boys – T.Rex

It’s Serious – Cooly G (ft. Karizma)

Outro – Martina Topley-Bird

 

______________———-___=========================================  __=

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 4)

  • (police cars and dogs)  – Eat The Document soundtrack
  • The Ghost Of Tom Joad – Rage Against The Machine (Bruce Springsteen cover)
  • Close Your Eyes (And Count To Fuck) – Run The Jewels (ft.  Zack De La Rocha)
  • Out & About – Richard Swift
  • Love Game – Eminem (ft. Kendrick Lamar)
  • Down On The Farm – Big Al Downing
  • Long Time Gone – Billie Joe Armstrong & Norah Jones
  • Razor Tongue – Martina Topley-Bird
  • My Ruins – Jim Carroll
  • Feeling Alright – Warpaint
  • Hooch – Kelis
  • When I Get This Feeling – Bobby Moore & the Rhythm Aces
  • Two Weeks – FKA Twigs
  • Endeavors For Never (The Last Time We Spoke You Said You Were Not Here; I Saw You Though.) – Shabazz Palaces
  • All Mine – Portishead 
  • Makes Me Wanna Die – Tricky (ft. Martina Topley-Bird)
  • Chameleon/Death Trip – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel 
  • Bi-Polar Bear – Stone Temple Pilots
  • Scumbag – Jobriath
  • Left Hand Luke and The Beggar Boys – T.Rex
  • It’s Serious – Cooly G (ft. Karizma)
  • Outro – Martina Topley-Bird

__________—_–_________________     _   -_______

——————————————-BOBBY CALERO—————————–

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 3)

_____________________                       _________________                      _________________   _

On to the next moment.

      Was that our allotted life, an incessant testing of the tensile limits of these near imperceptible vacuums that in part comprise our cognizance? This followed by a fleeting recess in order that we may measure our instruments. To quote Peggy Lee quoting Jerry Leiber quoting Thomas Mann: “Is that all there is?” Is that all there is:——spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move—spill-and-coil-and-witness-and-move——

No! There’s more. How often do we forget that what we discover with these instruments is a truth only relative to the instrument implemented? Yet, we habitually live here in the echo of a crowded hollow; we inhabit a theater we for our part create.

It was no wonder we often feel that life might only be maneuvered through by becoming one’s own audience. It was no wonder we sometimes notice that we’ve slid into a center seat in a middle aisle. We watch the film: spliced, taped, and scored towards a recognizable narrative structure and genre by young, conglomerate chimeras we call the self. This conceptual substitution—this thing that seemed to be formed from a slack mass of compacted fragments, while each particle of these fragments themselves are likewise only but a pile of disparate measures, which cling like wet garments and remain so by a mutual pursuit of functionality—this bundle.

Say the word: self. Say it again: self. Say the little syllable: self. Say it again: self. Feel how it plays alone at the utmost edge of your mouth—of you.

      Self. A concise whistle along the middle curl of a mass of lashed muscles suspended in the mouth; then with a succinct roll of the vocal cords comes that tap of the tongue where the enamel scoop of the maxillary central incisors (11 and 21) taper to sit in the alveolar ridge; subsequently, under another continuous stream of breath, the vocal folds cease to vibrate as the bottom lip softly presses at the caps of the top front teeth: self. Is that us; is this entity best encapsulated and best described by the catchall, audible, mechanical wave of pressure and displacement that results from this sequence of events? Was there an entity somewhere in that closed order? Culture the whole world over seemed a ceremony to honor that closed order.

Say the word: self. Say it again: self. Listen. Say the silly little syllable: self. Say it again: self. Listen to the sound: self.

Then there was the chomp on nothing that produces the little letter I.

      Self and I, a myriad of supple mirrors and chromatic lenses perpetually rearranged through the fluid to intimate the infinite image guessed at as required by a particular moment. Believed by whom? Who is it that plays interior decorator with these reflective planes and colored, gelatin filters? Where is it? What should we call it?

_____________________                        _________________                      _________________   _

dendrites 3 cvr

-_______________________________   ——  —  ——–  _______________ –  __
——————————-(Click to Listen or Download)—————–
.===================================  ======== == =    ==    =    = – __

Licorice (The Beginning)/Fällig – Madlib

Buy Her Candy – Sleater-Kinney

Prince-Parade-era

Crystal Ball – [******]

If You Got Funk, You Got Style (Voodoo sessions outtake riff) – D’Angelo

Dirty Boys – David Bowie

Pusher Love Girl – Justin Timberlake

Continental Shelf – Viet Cong

The-Soft-Boys-Love-Poisoning-563351

Leppo and The Jooves – The Soft Boys

Marquee Moon – Television

Clue One – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

Trimm Trabb/No Distance Left To Run/Optigan 1 – Blur

Lady, Your Roof Brings Me Down – Scott Weiland

See My Lord/Hades’ Lady/From The Day That You Were Born – Pop Levi

Metallic Cloud – Damien Jurado

(police cars and dogs) – Eat The Document soundtrack

.
_ _ _ __=========================================     ______
A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 3)
  • Licorice (The Beginning)/Fällig – Madlib
  • Buy Her Candy – Sleater-Kinney
  • Crystal Ball –  [Prince logo.svg]
  • If You Got Funk, You Got Style (Voodoo sessions outtake riff) – D’Angelo
  • Dirty Boys – David Bowie
  • Pusher Love Girl – Justin Timberlake
  • Continental Shelf – Viet Cong
  • Leppo and The Jooves – The Soft Boys
  • Marquee Moon – Television
  • Clue One – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
  • Trimm Trabb/No Distance Left To Run/Optigan 1 – Blur
  • Lady, Your Roof Brings Me Down – Scott Weiland
  • See My Lord/Hades’ Lady/From The Day That You Were Born – Pop Levi
  • Metallic Cloud – Damien Jurado
  • (police cars and dogs)  – Eat The Document soundtrack

__________——–_________________        -_______

——————————————-BOBBY CALERO—————————–

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 2)

Mireille had grown weary of feeling that our experience of existence had unavoidably resulted in a tape delay.

“We are held hostage in someone else’s head…and in the end…and in our own. Regret will only get you ugly in the end.”

She considered the device currently slipped within a little zippered pocket inside her purse: plastic, glass, semiconductor chips of silicon, and rare earth minerals molded and arranged into a slim rectangle of circuit boards and a touchscreen with a friendly graphic user interface. Contemplating all it was capable of—all of its known, numerous applications, the ones she hasn’t figured out yet and the ones she didn’t care to—she asked herself:

“We’re already living in the future…aren’t we? …Or as far as this future is gonna go, really. From here-on-out and for awhile now it’s all just restatements of a theme, sure with a few innovative variations and tempo changes thrown in to keep us back-slap-smiling, ‘gee–whiz, how neat, this cutting-edge changes everything! Science will save us!’ But, shouldn’t we be somewhere else?

“Shouldn’t we be somewhere else and doing something other by now?”

A sudden nudge—Mireille felt a petite twitch of an impulse to check for updates and status changes. She rolled back the teeth of a zipper, then another, and pulled the phone from her bag. After a swipe, tap, tap, tap, tap of an index finger, another tap brought her to her home page. Lately, every time she logged in to her YouLoop account, over the remote din of row upon row of massive servers roaring away at some installation on a rural sprawl, an advert for an apparel company would pop-up with polished photos of professional mannequins—all so slender and young, all so pale-pink and fair-peach in skin tone, some sullen in denim, others with open mouths in graphic tees cavorting across the afternoon gloss of an open field—all asking in a bold white font atop a black background:

Who will be

“How the hell should I know?” Mireille said to herself. “How could anyone, when we don’t even know what these bundles of qualities we carry and call the self is right now at this moment?” After a distracted scroll down her digital profile’s wall, she logged off. Her phone was returned to its place.

Mireille had grown weary of feeling that our experience of existence had unavoidably resulted in a tape delay. Her suspicion was one of a procession of intervals. Each arriving on the heels of the other, there was enough space for our consciousness to spill a portion of its contents until they coil up to that moment’s capacity. Consciousness, that capo di tutti capi, with its arrogant tap to its bucket snout, yet so unaware of the sway on our days held by flora in the gut and all that other bacteria.

Once full we move on to the next container, but not before an often-inarticulate logging of our impressions on each repetitive step and making a remark or two about every noticeable variable. These recorded findings then color our notes on the subsequent one. Was that our allotted life, spinning on a color wheel? It is as if all our moments were truly only and always movements—some busy derivation from the game of hopscotch.

We scratch symmetry across the surface. We toss the little wet stone of our mind out into an interspersed series of linear and lateral blocks. We dance to retrieve it. We repeat the pattern.

However, here each lope and lollop to another square necessitates the player to perform a change of clothes to correspond with the color assigned to that box, while still taking into account the hue and tint from which they came. We amend our raiment—through Primary to Secondary to Tertiary—and every which way shade between. We slip on robust costumes and strut our feathers. Sometimes we are caught by the garish contrast of a complimentary pair and are required to dress in all white or all black. At other times our skitter through the squares causes us to consider too many pigments and we are left to squirm under attires like mud or wet cinder. But another hop could change all that: just a footstep away from that soot. One is almost certain that if they were to continue to play the game through they’d eventually land upon a true hue of you.

In our gambol across the grid we create relationships. We celebrate. We snicker. We share secrets.

In addition to this facet of the game, where catwalk runway and dressing room coalesce, we mustn’t forget the squares’ designated numbers and verse from their attendant Magpie Rhymes:

Zero for Earth;

One for sorrow,

Two for mirth;

Three for a wedding,

Four for birth;

Five for wealthy,

Six for poor;

Seven for some secret,

Forgotten Door;

Eight for a wish of Heaven,

Nine for a kiss of Hell;

And Ten a surprise for the Devils,

Who pray you get well!

_____________________                                 _________________                      _________________   _

Dendrites 2 cvr_______________________________   ——  —  ——–  _______________ –  __

——————————-(Click to Listen or Download)—————–

===================================  ======== == =    ==    =    = – __

Intro – Martina Topley-Bird

Oh Yeah – Foxygen

Every Boy and Girl – Lee Moses

Needles & Pins [alt. take] – Ramones

Let It Kill You – Imani Coppola

Looks Good With Trouble – Solange

Time 2 – Pharoahe Monch

Battling the City – Lilacs & Champagne

Your Brain Is Made of Candy – Mourn

Water – Juan Wauters

Clean [snippet] – Taylor Swift

New Mutation Boogie – Invisible Familiars

Gamma Ray (acoustic version) – Beck

Someone Like You – David Vandervelde

Sadder Day – Stephanie McKay

Fade Away And Radiate – Blondie

Laughing With A Mouth Of Blood – St. Vincent

Trouble Blues – Sam Cooke

U Looz – PRhyme (Royce da 5’9″ and DJ Premier)

Gimme A Chance – Azealia Banks

I Retired – Hamilton Leithauser

Poison – Martina Topley-Bird

Call The Law – Outkast (ft. Janelle Monáe)

Corner Pocket – Count Basie & His Orchestra

Biting My Nails – Genevieve Waite

Parakeet – Damon Albarn

Naked We Come– (by Jim Morrison – read by Johnny Depp)

______________———-___=========================================

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (Vol. 2)

  • Intro – Martina Topley-Bird
  • Oh Yeah – Foxygen
  • Every Boy and Girl – Lee Moses
  • Needles & Pins [alt. take] – Ramones
  • Let It Kill You – Imani Coppola
  • Looks Good With Trouble – Solange
  • Time 2 – Pharoahe Monch
  • Battling the City – Lilacs & Champagne
  • Your Brain Is Made of Candy – Mourn
  • Water – Juan Wauters
  • Clean [snippet] – Taylor Swift
  • New Mutation Boogie – Invisible Familiars
  • Gamma Ray (Acoustic) – Beck
  • Someone Like You – David Vandervelde
  • Sadder Day – Stephanie McKay
  • Fade Away And Radiate – Blondie
  • Laughing With A Mouth Of Blood – St. Vincent
  • Trouble Blues – Sam Cooke
  • U Looz – PRhyme (Royce da 5’9″ and DJ Premier)
  • Gimme A Chance – Azealia Banks
  • I Retired – Hamilton Leithauser
  • Poison – Martina Topley-Bird
  • Call The Law – Outkast (ft. Janelle Monáe)
  • Corner Pocket – Count Basie & His Orchestra
  • Biting My Nails – Genevieve Waite
  • Parakeet – Damon Albarn
  • Naked We Come – (by Jim Morrison – read by Johnny Depp)

__=========================================     ______

——————————————-BOBBY CALERO—————————–

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (Vol. 1)

Who will be

“How the hell should I know?” Mireille said to herself. “How could anyone, when we don’t even know what these bundles of qualities we carry and call the self is right now at this moment?” She had read somewhere “to be living is to be thinking.” This statement was made with the intention of being inclusive to all organisms on earth, and she found it beautiful in this respect. But as for herself, she often wished a way for this sentence to somehow exist as a curtailed “…to be…” and nothing more.

This wish was not a matter of numb pursuits towards some honeyed sopor; this had nothing to do with oblivious bliss or even lines. Those consoled by the style of nihilism might admire that anesthetized end as noble and offer a rhetorical, “What good was a ruin if not of your own design?” Yet Mireille did not desire to attain a life as an amputee grateful to be let loose from the distraction of limbs and their demands. She could not venerate her stumps as indicative of enlightenment. It was more to do with simply wanting to no longer consider the left foot, ponder the right—Mireille just wanted to walk.

“Whether in circles or forwards for now who really cares?”

Despite the presence of several “Top Ten Reasons To Click Here” style articles, there was nothing there on the screen that she felt was of immediate interest. After a distracted scroll down her digital profile’s wall, she logged off. Her phone was returned to its place. If you, Dear Reader, have found yourself experiencing any form of exasperation at all at this point, please explore your being for the animal’s wondrous faculty for empathy and consider just how Mireille might feel. She did not want to think about any of this.

“…to be…”

Nothing more.

Yes. All this thought, this brief foray into the clutter of ontology that she now found herself engaged in, even all this was something she considered: “fine, but just too much.” Particularly as she could foresee it as always and only an orchestra inevitably conducted through the ligaments and sieves of semantics. She did not want to live “the-movie-in-the-brain.” Mireille had grown weary of feeling that—being by biological design and perhaps some other as of yet unquantifiable element, necessarily mitigated through time-bending protein memory and sensory portals—our experience of existence had unavoidably resulted in a tape delay.

Mireille had grown weary of feeling that our experience of existence had unavoidably resulted in a tape delay.

_____________________                                 _________________                      _________________   _

Dendrites-1

_______________________________   —————–_______________

——————————-(Click to Listen or Download)—————–

 ===================================  ======== == =    ==    =    =

Press Play – Stone Temple Pilots

The Sparrow Looks Up At The Machine – The Flaming Lips

Too Deep – The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger

Indigo Child (Interlude)/Far Side Of The Moon – Tinashe

Fire On Your Feet – Pop Levi

Bear Witness – Dr. Octagon (aka. Kool Keith)

Montara – Madlib

So Far To Go – J Dilla (ft. Common & D’angelo)

Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check – Busta Rhymes

The Bully – Richard Swift

Owl – The Child Of Lov (Ft. MF DOOM)

The Freak Folk Drop By Dressed Up For Each Other – Mushroom

The Leopards Featuring Gardenia And The Mighty Slug – T. Rex

She’s Leaving Home – The Flaming Lips (ft. Julianna Barwick, Phantogram, Spaceface)

Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite! – The Beatles

Eht Dnarg Noisulli – Pharoahe Monch (ft. The Stepkids)

Daylight Savings – Imani Coppola

Data data – Jorge Drexler

Let It Ride – Robert Glasper Experiment (ft. Norah Jones)

Mysteries – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Posthuman – Marilyn Manson

Dyin’ To Live – André 3000

______________———-___=========================================

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (Vol. 1)

  • Press Play – Stone Temple Pilots
  • The Sparrow Looks Up At The Machine – The Flaming Lips
  • Too Deep – The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger
  • Indigo Child (Interlude)/Far Side Of The Moon – Tinashe
  • Fire On Your Feet – Pop Levi
  • Bear Witness – Dr. Octagon (aka. Kool Keith)
  • Montara – Madlib
  • So Far To Go  – J Dilla (ft. Common & D’angelo)
  • Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check – Busta Rhymes
  • The Bully – Richard Swift
  • Owl – The Child Of Lov (Ft. MF DOOM)
  • The Freak Folk Drop By Dressed Up For Each Other – Mushroom
  • The Leopards Featuring Gardenia And The Mighty Slug – T. Rex
  • She’s Leaving Home – The Flaming Lips (ft. Julianna Barwick, Phantogram, Spaceface)
  • Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite! – The Beatles
  • Eht Dnarg Noisulli – Pharoahe Monch (ft. The Stepkids)
  • Daylight Savings – Imani Coppola
  • Data data – Jorge Drexler
  • Let It Ride – Robert Glasper Experiment (ft. Norah Jones)
  • Mysteries – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  • Posthuman – Marilyn Manson
  • Dyin’ To Live – André 3000

———————–BOBBY CALERO——————————-

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: AT PLAY BESIDE THE TOWER

Hello all and welcome to the new MixTape: At Play Beside The Tower. This one features such brilliant artists as Erykah Badu, St. Vincent, J Dilla, and many more! For those that are interested, both the title and some inserted text read by Lyn Gerry come from Charles Eisenstein’s great book, The Ascent of Humanity. (You can read or listen to it yourself for free over at this site.)

As always, if you enjoy any of these tunes I urge you to seek out and purchase more work to support these artists.

Thanks for stopping by and lending me your ear–

-ENJOY YOURSELF— 

 

At Play Beside The Tower_CVR

———————CLICK TO LISTEN (or RIGHT-CLICK-SAVE-AS TO DOWNLOAD)————- 

 ———————————————————————–   ——————-

Blind Man Can See It (Extended) – James Brown

Didn’t Cha Know – Erykah Badu

Reception/Group therapy – Broadcast & The Focus Group

About Nothing – Scott Weiland

Any Colour You Like – Flaming Lips [art by Martin Ansin]

Huey Newton – St. Vincent

Who Will Lead Us – Priestbird

Sugar Storm/At Play Beside the Tower – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross/Charles Eisenstein (AMOP edit)

Workinonit [edit] – J Dilla 

Slave Only Dreams To Be King – Marilyn Manson

The Reptilian Agenda – B. Dolan

Sugar Storm (Reprise) – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

Gobstopper – J Dilla

Cthulu – EMA

Anchors – Stone Gossard

& Eveline – Elvis Perkins

Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit – of Montreal

The Ideal Husband – Father John Misty

Urban Ease/Slide Machine – Parquet Courts (13th Floor Elevators cover)

1st Time/Freak You – Cooly G

Ordinary Morning – Sheryl Crow

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: AT PLAY BESIDE THE TOWER————–   –  —   ———-  —

  • Blind Man Can See It – James Brown
  • Didn’t Cha Know – Erykah Badu
  • Reception/Group therapy – Broadcast & The Focus Group
  • About Nothing – Scott Weiland
  • Any Colour You Like – Flaming Lips
  • Huey Newton – St. Vincent
  • Who Will Lead Us – Priestbird
  • Sugar Storm/At Play Beside the Tower – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross/Charles Eisenstein (AMOP edit)
  • Workinonit – J Dilla
  • Slave Only Dreams To Be King – Marilyn Manson
  • The Reptilian Agenda – B. Dolan
  • Sugar Storm (Reprise) – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
  • Gobstopper – J Dilla
  • Cthulu – EMA
  • Anchors – Stone Gossard
  • & Eveline – Elvis Perkins
  • Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit – of Montreal
  • The Ideal Husband – Father John Misty
  • Urban Ease/Slide Machine – Parquet Courts
  • 1st Time/Freak You – Cooly G
  • Ordinary Morning – Sheryl Crow
—————————————– —  — — —    –
———————–BOBBY CALERO——————————-

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: RADIO DETRITUS

HELLO ALL! I’ve got a double mixtape here for you today, so you should be able to chew on this awhile! Keep an ear out, as these actually feature two of my all time favorite tunes: Harry Nilsson’s “The Moonbeam Song” and “All The King’s Horses” by Aretha Franklin (my, how I would have loved to have heard Jeff Buckley do a rendition of the latter). Oh and here across the 2 mixes there’s the whole Rolling Stones/Claudine Longet connection to dig.

Anyway, as always

—–ENJOY YOURSELF

Radio Detritus CVR

 

RADIO DETRITUS (VOL. I)

———————CLICK TO LISTEN (or RIGHT-CLICK-SAVE-AS TO DOWNLOAD)————- 

 ———————————————————————–   ——————-

RADIO DETRITUS (VOL. II)

 

———————CLICK TO LISTEN (or RIGHT-CLICK-SAVE-AS TO DOWNLOAD)————- 

 ——————————————-   —-   — – – –

——————————-

Radio Detritus 1

How Brittle The Bones – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

Saturday Bride – Quilt

Sunday – David Bowie

Dirt – The Stooges

Of Course – Jane’s Addiction

Moanin’ The Blues – Hank Williams [art by Marc Burckhardt]

Claudine – The Rolling Stones

Pumpkin – Tricky (ft. Alison Goldfrapp)

Sweet Sweet – Smashing Pumpkins

Don’t Think Twice – The Wonder Who (aka, The 4 Seasons )

Street Corner Love – Jobriath

I Got A Good Thing/Stoned To The Bone – James Brown

Diagram – Saul Williams

Mama Forgot To Tell Me – Willie “Little Beaver” Hale

One Room Paradise – The Raeletts

Belle Glade Missionaries – of Montreal

I’ll Bet You – Funkadelic

The Moonbeam Song – Harry Nilsson

Bring Me The Disco King – David Bowie

—————————————————- — — ———–   —

— — —    —

————————————–

Radio Detritus 2

Sunday Will Never Be the Same – Buffoons

Soul Vibrations – Dorothy Ashby

Ill Wind – Frank Sinatra

Where I End And You Begin (The Sky Is Falling In) – Radiohead

All The King’s Horses – Aretha Franklin

Last To Know - Priestbird [photo by Lauren Dukoff]

Last To Know – Priestbird [photo by Lauren Dukoff]

Prayer – D’Angelo & The Vanguard

Memory Camp – The Brian Jonestown Massacre

Never Get Old – David Bowie

JLH – Richard Swift

Sugar Mama – John Lee Hooker

Trust No Man – Ma Rainey

Mississippi (outtake version) – Bob Dylan

Let’s Spend The Night Together – Claudine Longet

Sweet Feeling – Candi Staton

Standing In The Rain – Al Green

I Don’t Need No Doctor – Ray Charles

Day Tripper – Vontastics

It's A Long Way Back To Germany- Ramones

It’s A Long Way Back To Germany– Ramones

Pretty Penny – Stone Temple Pilots

Labeling the World/Better Beware – Charles Eisenstein/Lilacs & Champagne (amop edit)

Lay Lady Lay – Brothers & Sisters (Dylan’s Gospel)

If I Only Had A Heart – Afghan Whigs

Ha Ha Suckers – Richard Swift [art by Richard Swift]

Radio Detritus 1

  • How Brittle The Bones – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
  • Saturday Bride – Quilt
  • Sunday – David Bowie
  • Dirt – The Stooges
  • Of Course – Jane’s Addiction
  • Moanin’ The Blues – Hank Williams
  • Claudine – The Rolling Stones
  • Pumpkin – Tricky (ft. Alison Goldfrapp)
  • Sweet Sweet – Smashing Pumpkins
  • Don’t Think Twice – The Wonder Who (aka, The 4 Seasons )
  • Street Corner Love – Jobriath
  • I Got A Good Thing/Stoned To The Bone – James Brown
  • Diagram – Saul Williams
  • Mama Forgot To Tell Me – Willie “Little Beaver” Hale
  • One Room Paradise – The Raeletts
  • Belle Glade Missionaries – of Montreal
  • I’ll Bet You – Funkadelic
  • The Moonbeam Song – Harry Nilsson
  • Bring Me The Disco King – David Bowie
 Radio Detritus 2
  • Sunday Will Never Be the Same – Buffoons
  • Soul Vibrations – Dorothy Ashby
  • Ill Wind – Frank Sinatra
  • Where I End And You Begin (The Sky Is Falling In) – Radiohead
  • All The King’s Horses – Aretha Franklin
  • Last To Know – Priestbird
  • Prayer – D’Angelo & The Vanguard
  • Memory Camp – The Brian Jonestown Massacre
  • Never Get Old – David Bowie
  • JLH – Richard Swift
  • Sugar Mama – John Lee Hooker
  • Trust No Man – Ma Rainey
  • Mississippi (outtake) – Bob Dylan
  • Let’s Spend The Night Together – Claudine Longet
  • Sweet Feeling – Candi Staton
  • Standing In The Rain – Al Green
  • I Don’t Need No Doctor – Ray Charles
  • Day Tripper – Vontastics
  • It’s A Long Way Back To Germany- Ramones
  • Pretty Penny – Stone Temple Pilots
  • Labeling the World/Better Beware – Charles Eisenstein/Lilacs & Champagne (amop edit)
  • Lay Lady Lay – Brothers & Sisters (Dylan’s Gospel)
  • If I Only Had A Heart – Afghan Whigs
  • Ha Ha Suckers – Richard Swift

— —   ———-   — – – –    –     –

——————————————-BOBBY CALERO—————————–

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: OPEN SHOOK

Hello All, I had some minutes here and there to spare and I was in the mood–so here’s a new mixtape for your audio pleasure!

Enjoy Yourself–

 

OPEN-SHOOK-CVR

———————————————————————–(CLICK TO LISTEN or Right click save as to DOWNLOAD)——-

— —— — ——

Nature is a temple where living pillars

Let sometimes emerge confused words;

Man passes through forests of symbols

Which observe him with a familiar glance.

…She would not claim to understand this poem, but there was something she recognized. She received it as an echo emancipated from her own hidden hollows. She felt this poem as if it were a subtle worm—or a perfumed scent in search of form. It had fidgeted towards her lobes and passed her a little key tethered to a long, long thread. The digits of her thoughts felt too dull to guess the key’s true shape. Likewise, she was dumb to what lock it could correspond, or just where this strand might lead. Eager with pleasant confusion: she fondled at the tremors of little wet questions.

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: OPEN SHOOK

—————————————————— — –    –   –      ——

— —— — ——

Inside The Dream – Johnny Depp (Jim Morrison)

Alone Again and… – Lilacs & Champagne

Cold Winter Sun – Faine Jade

Moonlight Mile – The Rolling Stones

The Coming/The Dark (Trinity) – The Roots, ft. Mercedes Martinez, Dice Raw & Greg Porn

Silver Donna – Damien Jurado

Bowling Trophies – Foxygen

Gronlandic Edit – of Montreal

Suite IV Electric Overture/Givin Em What They Love – Janelle Monáe Feat. Prince

Insanely Jealous – The Soft Boys

When You’re Smiling and Astride Me – Father John Misty

Cecil Taylor – Jonathan Wilson, ft. David Crosby & Graham Nash

Turn Me On – Rotary Connection

Mommy, What’s A Funkadelic? – Funkadelic

The Things I Used To Do – Chuck Berry

I’m Lonesome – Ernie Chaffin

Let Me Hip You To Something – Juan Wauters [art by Matt Volz]

That Girl – Justin Timberlake

At Sea – San Fermin

 

—————————————————————————- — — – –       –     ————— —

 

  • Inside The Dream – Johnny Depp (Jim Morrison)
  • Alone Again and… – Lilacs & Champagne
  • Cold Winter Sun – Faine Jade
  • Moonlight Mile – The Rolling Stones
  • The Coming/The Dark (Trinity) – The Roots, ft. Mercedes Martinez, Dice Raw & Greg Porn
  • Silver Donna – Damien Jurado
  • Bowling Trophies – Foxygen
  • Gronlandic Edit – of Montreal
  • Suite IV Electric Overture/Givin Em What They Love – Janelle Monáe, ft. Prince
  • Insanely Jealous – The Soft Boys
  • When You’re Smiling and Astride Me – Father John Misty
  • Cecil Taylor – Jonathan Wilson, ft. David Crosby & Graham Nash
  • Turn Me On – Rotary Connection
  • Mommy, What’s A Funkadelic? – Funkadelic
  • The Things I Used To Do – Chuck Berry
  • I’m Lonesome – Ernie Chaffin
  • Let Me Hip You To Something – Juan Wauters
  • That Girl – Justin Timberlake
  • At Sea – San Fermin

———– — – —   – –  – — – — ———- –     – –     —-

——————–Bobby Calero    ——

A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: AZ— VOLUME 3

Hello All,

Welcome to the third volume of my AZ project! I consider this one to be a real treat, as it features more than a mouthful of some of my all time favorite artists!

Hopefully you got something out of the first and second mixtapes.

Again, I am creating this series of MixTapes by selecting songs to represent each artist’s work up on my CD shelf. Yes, that is from an actual physical CD–as for now I won’t attempt to tackle the 10,000-plus “items” stored up digitally on my computers.

Taking this on from A and continuing through the entirety of the alphabet until I touch down upon Z, this certainly provides direction and a forward momentum of its own. However, the challenge lies in selection and finding a flow to thread it all together.

Although every song found on these might not be what I normally would present on a mix, or even be something I’d typically recommend, I’m positive the results will at least be more interesting than a standard music block on your radio. I must admit that in the case of some of this music I might not have listened to it in about two decades, and I’m sure that there will be a few I’ve actually never listened to more than once if at all (I get a ton of CDs from fleamarkets and library discards). However, in my opinion, so far so good.

So here on volume three we’ve got Bal to Big.

Oh and in case you missed it from the first volume, a little explanation on all the inserted scribbles:

In addition to the mix, I plan on pairing each song with a line or two of quick poetic impression. Utilizing each track as a mandala—a target for focus—or perhaps as a prism to refract thought, I think of this aspect of the AZ project as a Solitaire variation on the Surrealists’ game of Exquisite Corpse.  Hopefully in the end I’ll have a few good poems to show or at least a good line or two, but even that concept of “good” doesn’t seem all that important for this project. A psychic investigation and a form of exercise to keep my imagination limber and help the creative juices to continue to flow: sure this may all be a bit self-indulgent, but hell, what isn’t in this world?

Anyway, once all that is completed my intention is to present them stitched and somewhat refined in structure at the bottom of the post.

Oh, I invite you all to create your own and if you like feel free to post them in the comments section below.

Anyways, Come on and click below to continue on what is sure to be a long, long, long and bumpy ride.

…as always,

–ENJOY YOURSELF–

AZ- volume 3

————-(CLICK TO LISTEN & DOWNLOAD)—————- — –

AZ— VOLUME 3

  • Historias Tristes – La Balteuband (from La Balteuband)
  • Rag Mama Rag – The Band (from The Band)
  • Quedate Luna – Devendra Banhart (from Cripple Crow)
  • Can’t Wait Too Long – The Beach Boys (from Smiley Smile)
  • Pass The Mic/(edit)(Pt. 2, Skills To Pay The Bills) – Beastie Boys (from Check Your Head)
  • Abbey Road Medley – The Beatles (from Abbey Road)
  • Sally Go Round The Roses – Caroleen Beatty (w/ Mushroom) (from You’re Only As Pretty As You Feel)
  • Midnite Vultures – Beck (from Arabian Nights “…” B-Sides)
  • I Think I Might Have Built a Horse – The Beets (from Let The Poison Out)
  • In The Mausoleum – Beirut (from The Flying Club Cup)
  • We Are MTO – Steven Bernstein’s Millennial Territory Orchestra (from We Are MTO)
  • Dog Got A Bone – The Beta Band (from The Three E.P.’s)
  • Unbelievable/Suicidal Thoughts – The Notorious B.I.G. (from Ready To Die)
  • Danger Zone(edit)/ Street Struck – Big L (Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous)

A——————————————————  — —     — ————- ———Z

——————–  – –  —   —– — –    – –   ——-  — — —————  —    –

—”in whose name was opened the atrocity box? “—

Historias TristesLa Balteuband (from La Balteuband)

——– – ——- – – —– —               – – – –

but—Why bother with these pointing fingers when we’re both hot-and-bothered?

but-—Beholden to a moribund heritage, we suffer in the name of habit and being consistent.

Steady—

Rag Mama RagThe Band (from The Band)

—- – – –   —- – – —– –

but—Lord knows, this morning we could just collapse into an ocean

of tar and raw honey…and swim…and swallow.

Quedate Luna Devendra Banhart (from Cripple Crow)

——— – —  —- – – — —————–

How long until then? How long?

Can’t Wait Too LongThe Beach Boys (from Smiley Smile)

————–    —-   —- —- — — – – – –   –      –      –        –                   –

but–The arrow has already landed;

all that is left is to draw back the bow; etc., etc.

Pass The Mic/(Pt. 2, Skills To Pay The Bills)Beastie Boys (from Check Your Head)

————- — — — —  —- – – – – – – – –    — — — –     –   – – – — ——- –   — __ —__–_-__

Observation of Beautiful Forms:

Listen to the room breathe.

Through hexagon peepholes

observe

The chamber set at the bottom of the cylinder turns, slowly…slowly…

—I’d rather the raw mouth full to the brim with robust flowers

than theories of the orifice stuffed with cash—

It gasps, it spits—petals spill slow from parted lips to wash the mind away with this parting toss of a bouquet.

but—The flowers have already been caught; all that is left is to give them a throw; etc., etc.

Abbey Road MedleyThe Beatles (from Abbey Road)

– – – – – – – – ——————       ————-       —    —       —     —     –        –    – – – – – – – – –    — — – ————     – –        –      –

Sure thing, those flowers can burn you—

Sally Go Round The RosesCaroleen Beatty (w/ Mushroom) (from You’re Only As Pretty As You Feel)

– — – —   —- —–    — – – – – ————- —

There is

An area where the surface tension of the membrane reveals a porous access, through

which we might introduce ourselves.

Enter

Tongue first

the labyrinth of streams within the dawn of all things—

Midnite VulturesBeck (from Arabian Nights “…” B-Sides)

————————– ———————  ——————- –   – – – – –  – – ——————-

We ride each other’s hands like tender horses;

I Think I Might Have Built a HorseThe Beets (from Let The Poison Out)

——– ———– ———— ————– — – – – – – — – — ———— ———— ——— —- —

We press hot flowers to perfume the tips and clefts of soft palms;

In The MausoleumBeirut (from The Flying Club Cup)

– – — – —– —– — – —  — – – – – – – – – – – – – – —– – – – ——

We writhe in each other’s hands until a tender divorce.

We Are MTOSteven Bernstein’s Millennial Territory Orchestra (from We Are MTO)

———————– ——————- —- — – ————————————-

but–the cylinder turns once more, slowly…slowly…

Dog Got A BoneThe Beta Band (from The Three E.P.’s)

– – – – ——– —- ———- — –  ————-  – – – – ———————

and once again the masks of Thalia and Melpomene meet and gently press.

Unbelievable/Suicidal ThoughtsThe Notorious B.I.G. (from Ready To Die)

—- ——– — — – –   — –  –  –  –  ————- — – – – – – – – —————–

It’s always going to be down to a choice: hot flowers or some shrug in a morgue?

Danger Zone(edit)/Street StruckBig L (Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous)

—    –      —     –

—— – – – – ————– – – – – – – – –  —   – –  – – ——————————-

BIG (Big Church or Narrow House?)

— “in whose name was opened the atrocity box? “—

but–Why bother with these pointing fingers when we’re both hot-and-bothered?

but–Beholden to a moribund heritage, we suffer in the name of habit and being consistent;

Steady—

but–Lord knows, this morning we could just collapse into an ocean

of tar and raw honey…and swim…and swallow.

How long until then? How long?

but–The arrow has already landed;

all that is left is to draw back the bow; etc., etc.

Observation of Beautiful Forms:

Listen to the room breathe.

Through hexagon peepholes

observe

The chamber set at the bottom of the cylinder turns, slowly…slowly…

—I’d rather the raw mouth full to the brim with robust flowers

than theories of the orifice stuffed with cash—

It gasps, it spits—petals spill slow from parted lips to wash the mind away with this parting toss of a bouquet.

but—The flowers have already been caught; all that is left is to give them a throw; etc., etc.

Sure thing, those flowers can burn you—

There is

An area where the surface tension of the membrane reveals a porous access, through which we might introduce ourselves.

Enter

Tongue first

the labyrinth of streams within the dawn of all things–

We ride each other’s hands like tender horses;

We press hot flowers to perfume the tips and clefts of soft palms;

We writhe in each other’s hands until a tender divorce.

but–the cylinder turns once more, slowly…slowly…

and once again the masks of Thalia and Melpomene meet and gently press.

It’s always going to be down to a choice: hot flowers or some shrug in a morgue?

 .—————————————————-

—     —————————–

——–Bobby Calero———————————————–

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 32 other followers