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MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 16)

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Hello All & Welcome to the last MixTape of the year! Yes, it’s installment 16 in the Dendrites series of mixtapes!

 Here you’ll hear two tunes by the psyche-folk, all female american trio, Sunforest. Recorded in 1969 with producer Vic Coppersmith-Heaven (engineer for The Rolling Stones’ Let It Bleed and Black Sabbath’s Vol. 4)  Sunforest wrote whimsical Medieval Times & Renaissance Faire type arrangements and twisted them quite a bit with a swinging London sense of acid-pop and style. First up and opening the mix is the instrumental “Overture to the Sun” which is one of two songs by the group selected by Stanley Kubrick and featured in his 1971 brutal masterpiece, A Clockwork Orange. Later on from this trio you’ll hear the incredibly funky “Magician In The Mountain,” with its slinky groove tones put across perfectly by two musicians from the Jean-Claude Vannier Orchestra (responsible for the music on Serge Gainsbourg’s erotic magnum opus Histoire de Melody Nelson and featured by me on Dendrites Volume 13). With session-guitarist extraordinaire Big Jim Sullivan and Herbie Flowers (whose interlocked, double-tracked upright bass and bass guitar carried Lou Reed’s “Walk on the Wild Side” into brilliance) to my mind “Magician In The Mountain is the stand-out track on Sound of Sunforest.
You’ll also get to hear two more tracks by recently deceased Scott Weiland (R.I.P.). First up from him is “Son” which was a highlight for me on his 1998 solo debut, 12 Bar Blues.  (Here you can watch a video of Weiland performing the tune acoustically on MTV’s “120 Minutes” back in 1998).
With its raw pop blister rubbing up against a confused glam swirl, this LP still remains my favorite of all Weiland’s work. Featuring contributions from multi-instrumentalist Victor Indrizzo, phenomenal pianist Brad Mehldau, Martyn LeNoble and Peter DiStefano (bass & guitar for Porno For Pyros!), as well as additional work from Daniel Lanois (production-collaborator for Brian Eno, U2, and Bob Dylan)–this is an album with a genuine sense of exploration and–despite its obvious postures–honest artistic expression. In “Son” Weiland mostly employs a slender vocal in the honeyed upper registers with a lightly-narcotized rasp to its delivery. This perfectly gets across the melancholia that served as its inspiration. As Weiland would not have any children until at least two years later, the song serves as a rumination on a terminated pregnancy he and his girlfriend chose, and what might have been (an emotional topic he previously touched upon with Stone Temple Pilots in the closing track for their sophomore record, Purple: “Kitchenware & Candy Bars“).
Later on down the mix you will hear Weiland with his band mates in Stone Temple Pilots on what has always been one of my favorite tracks by this group: “Lounge Fly.” With its elliptic lyrics pushed up from a hungry gut only to be buried again, and pushed up again–a cycle–and the music coiled and percussive–this is not so much circling, but the sound of a man prowling around a drain…and all the while Weiland insisting that you know, “this is really happening to me.” “Lounge Fly” is followed by yet another song concerning sex and the desperate search for emotional connection: “Chloe In The Afternoon” by St. Vincent. Borrowing its title from the 1972 French film by Éric Rohmer (which was much later remade into the Chris Rock comedy I Think I Love My Wife) this song is an amazing display of corroded textures and strange syncopation.
There’s also some D’Angelo; some Elvis; some Mark Lanegan; a dry collaboration between William S. Burroughs and R.E.M from the 1996 collection, Songs in the Key of X – Music From And Inspired By “The X-Files; Matthew E. White and his marvelous Spacebomb crew demonstrating how a tune bled of vigor (and guitar) can still be so damn funky…albeit a drowsy funk; and you’ll hear one of my favorite vocalists, Martina Topley-Bird doing a stripped down version of her own, Snowman” (you can watch a lovely 2012 live performance of it and more here).
Well, enjoy and I hope you are all still listening in the New Year!
All the best to you & yours,
Bobby Calero

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Overture to The Sun – Sunforest [art by Robin Celebi]

Son – Scott Weiland

Star Me Kitten – R.E.M. & William S. Burroughs [art: “Lust” by William S. Burroughs, 1991]

Silver Timothy – Damien Jurado (w/ Richard Swift) [Photo by Sarah Jurado]

Magician In the Mountain – Sunforest

“Trouble”/The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat) – The Doors [photo by Frank Lisciandro, 1970]

Scarlet Town – Bob Dylan [art: Train Tracks (Red) by Bob Dylan, 2012]

 

The Golden Fang – Jonny Greenwood

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Signature Move – Matthew E. White [photo by Shawn Brackbill]

Lounge Fly – Stone Temple Pilots

Chloe In The Afternoon – St. Vincent [photo by Tina Tyrell, 2011]

Leaning Into Afternoons – Pablo Neruda [read by Wesley Snipes, music by Luis Enríquez Bacalov] [art from Pablo Neruda: Poet of the People, written by Monica Brown and illustrated by Julie Paschkis]

Sugah Daddy – D’Angelo & The Vanguard [Photo by Greg Harris]

Trying To Get To You – Elvis Presley

Trying To Forget You – Howlin’ Wolf

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San-Ho-Zay – Willie Mitchell

Knockin’ Myself Out – Jean Brady & Big Bill Broonzy [image from the film Low Light And Blue Smoke]

Like Little Willie John – Mark Lanegan Band

The Endless Sea – Iggy Pop

Cry Baby Cry – The Beatles [photo by Don McCullin, 7/28/68]

Snowman – Martina Topley-Bird

04/16/05 Saturday/04/19/05 Tuesday – Fantômas

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  • Overture to The Sun – Sunforest
  • Son – Scott Weiland
  • Star Me Kitten – R.E.M. & William S. Burroughs
  • Silver Timothy – Damien Jurado (w/ Richard Swift)
  • Magician In the Mountain – Sunforest
  • “Trouble”/The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat) – The Doors
  • Scarlet Town – Bob Dylan
  • The Golden Fang – Jonny Greenwood
  • Signature Move – Matthew E. White 
  • Lounge Fly – Stone Temple Pilots
  • Chloe In The Afternoon – St. Vincent 
  • Leaning Into Afternoons – Pablo Neruda [read by Wesley Snipes, music by Luis Enríquez Bacalov] 
  • Sugah Daddy – D’Angelo & The Vanguard
  • Trying To Get To You – Elvis Presley
  • Trying To Forget You – Howlin’ Wolf
  • San-Ho-Zay – Willie Mitchell
  • Knockin’ Myself Out – Jean Brady & Big Bill Broonzy
  • Like Little Willie John – Mark Lanegan Band
  • The Endless Sea – Iggy Pop
  • Cry Baby Cry – The Beatles 
  • Snowman – Martina Topley-Bird
  • 04/16/05 Saturday/04/19/05 Tuesday – Fantômas

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The interview with Heath began on the opposite page. However, Mireille could not get herself to concentrate. She could only skim and skip across the paragraphs; if momentarily of a similar mental bent, you should of course feel free to do the same:


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BOBBY CALERO

 

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 14)

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Being the most up-front pop-oriented of them, if any representatives from the last of the commercial sub-genres listed above were ever to land a hit to temporarily dominate the charts for a season or two then it was likely penned, recorded (and often digitally assembled note-for-note, syllable-by-syllable) by a cabal of nine middle-aged Nordic men. Although their birth certificates stated names that would likely bring to the average American mind images of Vikings or monks, they were typically credited under monikers that were easily forgettable despite their frequent use of the letters Z and X and honorary titles, such as Dr. Cztarlab, Sir LapLux, Mr. Mixus, and Professor JaMeZ. Almost no one would really ever recall these writers’ professional pseudonyms or note the central role they played in the hits that were so pervasive in their lives. These facts of anonymity were by design, as they did not want to interfere with the ascendency and celebrity of the “artist” that was to sell their work to the masses.

Through focus-group brand testing and weeks-long song-writing “cook-outz” where the annual trajectory of a (largely absent) performer’s career could be plotted by the continuity of tunes assigned to them, this committee had perfected a formula for pop familiarity—and thus, top ten hits. Not to oversimplify their equation, but it could be described as so: the forward swirl and bright texture of say, ABBA’s “SOS” but manufactured in a manner that ensured it could effortlessly and cyclically give way to the emphatic gush and catch of an arena-sized shout-along, something akin to the big-rock, chest-thump chorus in Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ On A Prayer.” With these elements married and laid atop a plush bed of programmed beats (or beatz) borrowed from the latest fashions in re-heated Hip Hop and R&B, all that was needed to complete the job was the appropriate vehicle to deliver the song. Sold to a Star-Creation division operating in-house under one of the various record-label executives, the likely hit-song could then be allocated either to a veteran presence or one of the newer recruits from the pop-celebrity academies.

The sound was always bigger & brighter & brighter & bigger. The sound should have little trouble in filling a stadium. Yet, it rarely needed to fill a stadium, but the sound must fill a shopping complex daily. Yes, the genuine smash hit was truly achieved when it facilitated an easy browse along the aisles of capitalism—interrupting consumption only long enough for an involuntary duet between pop star and shopper, a reflex response from the teaser tinsel of the pre-chorus build and the persistent bass and treble hook of the chorus returning again and returning again. At times the production could be so seamless, so unremarkable, so successful that one could pause and ask themselves: How do I know this song? Have I always known it? Has this song always been here?

With these narrow options before her, what was a girl to listen to? There was the feminine powerhouses of the Divas; at least they were aggressively advertised as such. These “Queens” and “Ladies” were always presented in context to the objects in their orbits: the relationships new or sour; the clothes; the hair; the promotional tie-Ins; the prop outrage performed on an award ceremony stage; the boyfriends and husbands; their current positions on the charts; their current positions in the rotating feuds between the other Divas. Watching music videos one day after school with her best friend since ninth grade, Rebecca turned to her and said: “Ugh, these role-model bitches are always either selling church or snatch.” Mireille laughed until she snorted. It was true, those who were not peddling their brand with the accompanying image of Clean American could be found rolling their eyes, spreading their legs, and retailing their lives under a banner that read Liberated & Nasty. Purchased from the Nordic committee, they all currently had the pull of a melody that was so easy to babble-along to. The Divas’ singles could be fun, but listening to them, Mireille reasoned, would make her feel like merely some consequence of a premise.

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Water or Bread (Raining) – Madlib

Metamorphosis – Miles Okazaki (w/ Dan Weiss, Christof Knoche, Jon Flaugher, Miguel Zenon, David Binney, and Chris Potter)

To Sheila – Smashing Pumpkins [photo by Yelena Yemchuk]

Sonic Armada – Air

Morning Fog – Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi

Green Belly – Ty Segall

Hidee Hidee Ho #16 – The New Basement Tapes (ft. Rhiannon Giddens, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, Marcus Mumford, produced by T Bone Burnett) [lyrics by Bob Dylan]

Shaman’s Blues – The Doors (Jim Morrison in the closet of his room at LA’s Chateau Marmont hotel, by Art Kane, May 1968.) 

Paint a Lady – Susan Christie

Strawberry Wine – Ryan Adams [photo by Mark Seliger]

Crystals – Bennie Maupin

Synthesizer – Outkast (ft. George Clinton)

What I saw – Broadcast & The Focus Group

Twinkle/Master Teacher – Erykah Badu [photo by Timothy Saccenti, 2008]

Polly – Duke Ellington

The Silent Orchestra – Hamilton Leithauser

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I See Your Face Before Me – Frank Sinatra

Hidee Hidee Ho #11 – The New Basement Tapes (ft. Jim James, Rhiannon Giddens, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Marcus Mumford, Bo Koster, produced by T Bone Burnett) [lyrics by Bob Dylan]

Stay (Faraway, So Close!) – U2

Homme Lune – Air

Black Noise – Rotary Connection

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 14)

  • Water or Bread (Raining) – Madlib
  • Metamorphosis – Miles Okazaki (w/ Dan Weiss, Christof Knoche, Jon Flaugher, Miguel Zenon, David Binney, and Chris Potter)
  • To Sheila – Smashing Pumpkins
  • Sonic Armada – Air
  • Morning Fog – Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi
  • Green Belly – Ty Segall
  • Hidee Hidee Ho #16 – The New Basement Tapes (ft. Rhiannon Giddens, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith, Jim James, Marcus Mumford, produced by T Bone Burnett) [lyrics by Bob Dylan]
  • Shaman’s Blues – The Doors
  • Paint a Lady – Susan Christie
  • Strawberry Wine – Ryan Adams 
  • Crystals – Bennie Maupin
  • Synthesizer – Outkast (ft. George Clinton)
  • What I saw – Broadcast & The Focus Group
  • Twinkle/Master Teacher – Erykah Badu 
  • Polly – Duke Ellington
  • The Silent Orchestra – Hamilton Leithauser
  • I See Your Face Before Me – Frank Sinatra
  • Hidee Hidee Ho #11 – The New Basement Tapes (ft. Jim James, Rhiannon Giddens, Elvis Costello, Taylor Goldsmith,  Marcus Mumford, Bo Koster, produced by T Bone Burnett) [lyrics by Bob Dylan]
  • Stay (Faraway, So Close!) – U2
  • Homme Lune – Air
  • Black Noise – Rotary Connection

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Of all twenty-six tracks split across two discs (twenty-seven if you were to count the automated monologue “[index 00]: Annex to Appendix to Enclosure A,” a ghost track hidden in a pregap that could only be heard if you cued to track one of disc two and then manually back-scanned through the song to its beginning) the next song sequenced to play was Mireille’s favorite. Despite even that, she felt bored and pressed the small round button printed with a square that signified Stop. Besides, she did not need to listen to hear it. It was there in her head. Situated as it is in this sprawl of a double LP, this track always felt to her like a little accidental thumb-smudge of color; something the artists’ pigment-wet hands left behind while busy crafting the other more obviously grand works. A song of uncomplicated fondness called “Queen Aubade,” it is presented by instruments that comport themselves like bright shapes with rounded edges.

 

 

You were carved

from the rime

of frost that gathers on

blue glass of windowpanes

from sugar cathedrals

and you are beautiful—

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A gambol of diamonds

play games in your head.

An orchard of opals

dance within

your cerebellum and

your belly

is warm with a symphony of laughter.

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Even now as an adult walking along a brick path that wound through scattered trees on the far-end of the college campus, Mireille could hear the song if she wished. This she could do without searching for it stored on or streamed through the mutterboX_6 currently slipped within a little zippered pocket inside her purse. She could hear it in memory even though she had not played that record in quite some time. In fact, she was now better equipped to comprehend the subtle chord sequence and pitch-shifts that caused the tune to wobble bold and slather like marmalade as does the constant dawn across the world—moment-by-moment. She still loved it.

With only a few more years on from her teenaged ones, this was music one could be embarrassed to have once enjoyed so much. Together with the musicians’ seeming earnest theatricality, the fact that you ever truly relished something to such an extent—the fact that you ever felt anything so intensely—its memory could leave you uncomfortable; or worse, uncool. But with a few more years piled on top of that, Mireille would come to recognize that there was a bizarre risibility inherent in these songs’ construction. No one would attempt such things without some weird sense of humor.

No, it was not strictly parody or irony, nor any of the other methods of detachment we put in play in order to protect us…“from what, laughter?” Yet there in the studio there simply must have been some measure of alacrity and a joyous appreciation for creation. Mireille didn’t think one can do something like […] Phantom Limbs […] and take themselves too seriously.

In terms of art (whatever that means), there is an essential intimacy between creator and creation. When shared with outside parties, all intimacy is ridiculous. Mireille supposed that the musicians of Locust Mirror must have been aware of how this transmutation occurs and that they played on this exchange in relationships. Yet, sometimes sweet hints of that initial intimacy could be seized and adored by the sensitive nodes of an other through a mutual delight, or perhaps, mutual delirium. Beyond mere limbic systems and mirror neurons—O what a small miracle is this communion when what can be such poor currencies is all we have to facilitate this equation.

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America [edit] – Allen Ginsberg [art by Christopher B Holmes]

Maria – Rage Against The Machine [art by Nedeljkovich, Brashich, & Kuharich, 1911]

I’m Satisfied – Otis Rush

Some Jive Ass Wasting My Time – Mushroom

Diamond Dancer – Bill Callahan

Coma Chameleon – Jamie Lidell (ft. Beck)

Lights Out – Menahan Street Band (ft. The Bushwick Philharmonic)

Picture Puzzle Piece – Shel Silverstein

Sensations – Lilacs & Champagne

Black & White Jingle #1 – Imani Coppola

Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic – Isaac Hayes

Black & White Jingle #2 – Imani Coppola

Funny How Time Slips Away – Al Green (Willie Nelson cover)

Gold Dust Woman – Fleetwood Mac [self-portrait by Stevie Nicks]

Waking Up – Evan Dando (ft. Royston Langdon)

This Is Love – PJ Harvey

Mesmerizing – Liz Phair

Red Lady Too – George Harrison

Three Sisters – The Jim Carroll Band

Blue Pepper (Far East of The Blues) – Duke Ellington And His Famous Orchestra

All My Life – Run The Jewels

Paint It Black – The Soulful Strings

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  • America [edit] – Allen Ginsberg 
  • Maria – Rage Against The Machine
  • I’m Satisfied – Otis Rush
  • Some Jive Ass Wasting My Time – Mushroom
  • Diamond Dancer – Bill Callahan
  • Coma Chameleon – Jamie Lidell (ft. Beck)
  • Lights Out – Menahan Street Band (ft. The Bushwick Philharmonic)
  • Picture Puzzle Piece – Shel Silverstein
  • Sensations – Lilacs & Champagne
  • Black & White Jingle #1 – Imani Coppola
  • Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic – Isaac Hayes
  • Black & White Jingle #2 – Imani Coppola
  • Funny How Time Slips Away – Al Green (Willie Nelson cover)
  • Gold Dust Woman – Fleetwood Mac 
  • Waking Up – Evan Dando (ft. Royston Langdon)
  • This Is Love – PJ Harvey
  • Mesmerizing – Liz Phair
  • Red Lady Too – George Harrison
  • Three Sisters – The Jim Carroll Band
  • Blue Pepper (Far East of The Blues) – Duke Ellington And His Famous Orchestra
  • All My Life – Run The Jewels
  • Paint It Black – The Soulful Strings

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From here the album is washed over in a pixelated aurora borealis, which competes for nearly three minutes against steel brackets that attempt to contain it. This being the third song of disc two, “Press: Tattle-Tape,” the band’s tone poem musing on a culture of mass surveillance and spectacle. With a roll and quivering drone to Heath’s voice, the tune drifts along with a slush and spun mantra of:

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With a yank of the wires Mireille pulled the little stereo buds from her ear canals and let them drop to the laminate table top. For the moment she felt bored by her favorite album by what was then her favorite band. While at the time she was yet to be so heavily embedded in the wireless two-way access and feed of such things, Mireille’s opinion was still much in line with those of the dominant music journalists of “Alt-Culture” at that time. Much of that year’s accolades and critical praise would be heaped upon […]Phantom Limbs[…]. Yet, even those that gave it perfect stars and the top spot on year-end review lists were sure to use the term “self-indulgent” in their opinion columns.

Coinciding with the album’s release on October 24th the prior year, deputy music editor James DePrecato wrote a piece of criticism for Turn-Turn Magazine entitled “Baroque or Bloat.” In this four out of five star review he wrote:

For all of its synthesized ornaments and gloom, Locust Mirror’s last LP, The Misshapen Pearl was still anchored in enough racket to still sell as a fairly standard rock album. Here in the substantial bulk of their new record the band has been uprooted to flail about countless styles, some pleasant, lenient, and wholly mesmerizing, others odious in their sincerity, or worse when occasionally the indulgences plunge into self parody. And yet for all its theatrical abandon, Phantom Limbs (etc. etc. etc.) is one of the finest double albums to be released on the marketplace by any artist in quite some time. Here you have a rare epic that is actually supported by its content.

From here the review careens off into some digression on former Mayor John Lindsay’s Fun City era New York, White Flight, and this quote by French poet Stéphane Mallarmé: To name an object is to suppress three-fourths of the enjoyment of the poem, which is composed of the pleasure of guessing little by little: to suggest…that is the dream. All that before concluding with: “From its sepulchral folk to the fluid-fuzz of its ambitious ballads this is the work of a group resolute in pursuing any and every artistic impulse…wherever they might lead. But above all that it is a triumph of the will and imagination.” But still it was there, “self-indulgent.”

“Well,” Mireille would later question, “what act of creation in this world couldn’t be rerouted back and subjected to that snub? Even charity. Even community. ”

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(problem) – Eat the document Soundtrack

Thaeter – Marilyn Manson [art, The Golden Age (Mother 4) by Gottfried Helnwein, 2003]

Newspaper Spoons – Viet Cong

Sweet Cream Ladies, Forward March – The Box Tops

You And Whose Army? – Radiohead [art by Stanley Donwood]

Why Don’t You Believe in Me – Natalie Prass [photo by Laura D’art]

Is It Love or Desire – Betty Davis

One And One – Miles Davis

Keep On Keeping On – NF Porter

Every Planet We Reach Is Dead – Gorillaz

Learning To Live Together/The Revolution Will Not Be Televised, But It Will Be Auctioned Off On Ebay – Mushroom (with Gary Floyd)

Birdland Patti Smith (Photo by Linda Smith Bianucci)

 

E-Bow The Letter – R.E.M.

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Fire Shed In My Bones – Boyd Rivers

I’m So Bored With The U.S.A. – The Clash [painting: The Last Rally, Mort Kunstler (1865)]

Love Me – The Phantom

Big Love – Matthew E. White

Kangaroo – Big Star

Estocadas – of Montreal

Hope – R.E.M.

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When You Awake – The Band [photo by Norman Seeff, 1969]

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 11)

  • (problem) – Eat the document Soundtrack
  • Thaeter – Marilyn Manson 
  • Newspaper Spoons – Viet Cong
  • Sweet Cream Ladies, Forward March – The Box Tops
  • You And Whose Army? – Radiohead
  • Why Don’t You Believe in Me – Natalie Prass 
  • Is It Love or Desire – Betty Davis
  • One And One – Miles Davis
  • Keep On Keeping On – NF Porter
  • Every Planet We Reach Is Dead – Gorillaz
  • Learning To Live Together/The Revolution Will Not Be Televised, But It Will Be Auctioned Off On Ebay – Mushroom with Gary Floyd
  • Birdland – Patti Smith 
  • E-Bow The Letter – R.E.M.
  • Fire Shed in My Bones – Boyd Rivers
  • I’m So Bored With The U.S.A. – The Clash
  • Love Me – The Phantom
  • Big Love – Matthew E. White
  • Kangaroo – Big Star
  • Estocadas – of Montreal
  • Hope – R.E.M.
  • When You Awake – The Band 

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When a frustrated teenager, Mireille herself flirted with atheism. Or was it agnosticism? She couldn’t recall now what proud label she might have boasted of back then if she weren’t always so shy. In a series of sudden increments and entanglements with the outside, young Mireille had come to a form of realization that she could at the time encapsulate in the phrase “this world is bullshit!”

With so many angles at which to aim angst, that dour fury for a deceitful world presented to her daily would first find it’s big target with both the concept of God and how sanction houses implemented that concept upon us. As time went on, however, Mireille’s perception of “bullshit” refined. Yes, she came to realize, it was all that, in the sense that the bulk of our world was made up. Yet, she couldn’t say that it wasn’t “real.” She felt it. Everday.

So, if it all was real and likewise made up: “well then what does that say about the nature of reality?” she had questioned; “well then what does that say about me?” Does existence possess a complex geometry where opposed sides fold simply to be true and false simultaneously; where one should negate the other and thus both but don’t and in fact supports them together and perhaps much more? Like many teens she started to harbor these suspicions, but without the luxury of much of a lexicon to crowd them into shape, into an ethos—and so there was: this world is bullshit! Mireille began to feel that The World was nothing but ideas made manifest; condensed into a solid; a tangible vibration; a consequence of narratives; a frequency captured by the little shell of the ear; the collection of light by the adjustable assembly of lenses, tunics, apertures that is the eye; and all those other instruments; implemented in systems we’re born in and learn to inhabit…like currency for example…or race. As time went on, however, she came to realize that she could appositely replace the word “implemented” with that of “manipulated.”

At the age of seventeen she had spent the majority of one particular November afternoon at her local public library working on a report for school that pertained to the causes and outcomes of The Cold War. Seated at a laminate table crowded with splayed textbooks and a marble notebook, she fell away from the task at hand. After hours of study and note jotting she had grown bored by the “death strip” of the Berlin Wall, bored of dead Kennedy, bored of Premier Khrushchev, bored of primate-patriarch Reagan, and bored even by chants of “Tor auf!” (“Open the gate!”). The focus of her vision blurred towards the white between the printed words before her.

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Dendrites 8 CVR

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Another Part of You/Panic Struck – Souls Of Mischief & Adrian Younge

Boxcar – Jawbreaker

Black Ballerina – Ariel Pink [image by Леонид Калядин]

Little Ballerina/Ballerina’s Reprise – Emile Haynie (ft. Rufus Wainwright, Father John Misty, & Julia Holter)

Gold – Mikal Cronin [photo by Ward Robinson]

Hot Hot HotMatthew E. White

Windows – Deafheaven

God Knows Why – Nneka (ft. Black Thought)

Things That Are Bad For Me (Pt. I & II) – Colleen Green

Be Sweet – The Afghan Whigs

It Is What It Is – Blood Orange

Find Your Wings – Tyler, The Creator

Death Of A Party – Blur

Fkn Dead/Never Catch Me – Flying Lotus (ft. Kendrick Lamar) [image by Hiro Murai]

Shattered Winds – The Budos Band

Both Alive – Tall Tales And The Silver Lining

Last Year – Best Coast

How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore – (♀)

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 8)

  • Another Part of You/Panic Struck – Souls Of Mischief & Adrian Younge
  • Boxcar – Jawbreaker
  • Black Ballerina – Ariel Pink 
  • Little Ballerina/Ballerina’s Reprise – Emile Haynie (ft. Rufus Wainwright, Father John Misty, & Julia Holter)
  • Gold – Mikal Cronin
  • Hot Hot Hot – Matthew E. White
  • Windows – Deafheaven
  • God Knows Why – Nneka (ft. Black Thought)
  • Things That Are Bad For Me (Pt. I & II) – Colleen Green
  • Be Sweet – The Afghan Whigs
  • It Is What It Is – Blood Orange
  • Find Your Wings – Tyler, The Creator
  • Death Of A Party – Blur
  • Fkn Dead/Never Catch Me – Flying Lotus (ft. Kendrick Lamar)
  • Shattered Winds – The Budos Band
  • Both Alive – Tall Tales And The Silver Lining
  • Last Year – Best Coast
  • How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore – (♀)

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

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It was not avoidance of some problem that she was advocating, but only a proper approach and perspective: understanding what truly was a problem and what was not. Where and when it could be found, she was for the compassion of laughter. Mireille pondered over the predominate perpetrators of violence on this planet and wondered if the males’ faculty for a certain aspect of acceptance had been frustrated and underdeveloped. Perhaps “acceptance” wasn’t the word she wanted, for enough of them seemed to be in love with a fallen world. No, maybe it was “reception,” or “tolerance,” or some other such word having to do with communication?

She couldn’t find it then but regardless questioned, “why not then let these thoughts inform and foster some work of art: a painting; song; or stand-up routine? At the very least they should let us laugh as they pass on by.” She believed that too few artists are encouraged in our world, and their work too quickly inspected for external utility or market potential. Comedians are poked to placate our revulsion. Our role as creator is repressed and in its stead we labor over cruel acts. “It’s like we’re prohibited from changing anything, really.” Beholden to a moribund heritage, we suffer in the name of habit and being consistent; “…being practical…but…practical for whose protocol? Don’t ask, you’ll suffer more.” We suffer for order.

For order we suffer.

“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…”a friendly gooey.” 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 building biodegradable citadels for music, poetry, or, hell, a cathedral for aromatherapy…anything else really? All I see is thinner televisions. All I see are more heads bowed towards screens.

“Geez-Louise, I sound like an old lady…’back in my day we didn’t have all these fancy smellular phones and wifi-telebones, we had to use a drum!’…but…Shouldn’t we be busy with some other great work by this point? Why do we all feel excused from this? Why are so many of us excluded from this?

“Didn’t they tell us so long ago that we’ll be taking it easy from here-on-out? Aren’t they still selling that line?” For far too long now we’ve been trapped in this false landscape of muscles and dollars, this unsustainable sham of a one-way line stretched unhindered towards infinite and plastic futures—attributed to Darwin, healthy competition, and hard-earned progress. “Everything always backed by Darwin.” All those that suffer or benefit from the drought and locusts of a debt market so that a ham and cheese sandwich wrapped in cellophane might exist on some chain-restaurant’s theme-park counter could always seek solace, dismissal, and script in the arms of Saint Darwin. She felt sad for all those slighted people with Holy Daddy and/or Holy Mommy issues: who smugly announce themselves as atheists; who declare with a moral superior air, “I believe in science.”

“Yeah…well who doesn’t?”

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Zeno’s Law Of High-Heeled Shoes – Jim Carroll

Numbers – FKA Twigs

Rich – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Forty Days & Forty Nights – Muddy Waters

Every Season – Tony Allen (ft. Damon Albarn & Ty)

Wonderwall To Be Here – George Harrison

Lost In The Woods – The Afghan Whigs

The One-Eye Two-Step – The Blackbyrds

Me And The Devil – Gil Scott-Heron (Robert Johnson cover)

The Water – BLKHRTS

Misbehave/She Might Get Shot – Juan Wauters

Cocaine Habit Blues – Memphis Jug Band featuring Hattie Hart [Art by: Robert Crumb]

Yassassin (Long Live) – David Bowie

Ysabel’s Table Dance – Charles Mingus

Black Skin Blue Eyed Boys – Equals

Breed – Nirvana

She Said She Said – The Beatles

When Your Number Isn’t Up – Mark Lanegan Band

Good God’s:// Urge! – Porno For Pyros

I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby (If We Wanted to Be) – Jeff Buckley (TheSpaceBubbles mix)

Farewell, Angelina – Bob Dylan (Bringing it All Back Home outtake) [photo by Jerry Schatzberg]

Niña – Eduardo Mateo [photo by Francesca Woodman]

My translation, feel free to comment if youv’e got a better one:

Little girl that always has a light
showing you what you do not want.

Do not fear the birds
if they say your life with their trills.

It should be that you understand;
that’s why what comes next is what has gone.

Always in a white dress,
you go but beware;

The devils in the guise of angels
will notice you talking.

Does it shame you that you don’t care
what has been soiled?

Yuu…yu-le-lé yu-lé.

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 7)
  • Zeno’s Law Of High-Heeled Shoes – Jim Carroll
  • Numbers – FKA Twigs
  • Rich – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  • Forty Days & Forty Nights – Muddy Waters
  • Every Season – Tony Allen (ft. Damon Albarn & Ty)
  • Wonderwall To Be Here – George Harrison
  • Lost In The Woods – The Afghan Whigs
  • The One-Eye Two-Step – The Blackbyrds
  • Me And The Devil – Gil Scott-Heron (Robert Johnson cover)
  • The Water – BLKHRTS
  • Misbehave/She Might Get Shot – Juan Wauters
  • Cocaine Habit Blues – Memphis Jug Band featuring Hattie Hart
  • Yassassin (Long Live) – David Bowie
  • Ysabel’s Table Dance – Charles Mingus
  • Black Skin Blue Eyed Boys – Equals
  • Breed – Nirvana
  • She Said She Said – The Beatles
  • When Your Number Isn’t Up – Mark Lanegan Band
  • Good God’s:// Urge! – Porno For Pyros
  • I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby (If We Wanted to Be) – Jeff Buckley (TheSpaceBubbles mix)
  • Farewell, Angelina – Bob Dylan (Bringing it All Back Home outtake)
  • Niña – Eduardo Mateo

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

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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?

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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

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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

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——————————————-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!

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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)

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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)

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——————————————-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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

 

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  • 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

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——————–Bobby Calero    ——