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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 9)

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Mireille was carried off through the siphon of her headphones by the maudlin tunes, prog rock, and panic attack psychedelia of the band Locust Mirror on their double LP, Empty Anodyne for The Learned Paralysis of Phantom Limbs (or just simply Phantom Limbs as it came to be called when discussed by fans and the press). Seemingly without thought she sunk into the lost-in-the-sauce lounge act that opens disc two of the album, “Now There’s Nothing So Savage As A Man Destroying Himself.” Despite the initial cabaret style of the song, it operates like burlesque in reverse. It begins with an exposed and solitary piano that adds garb as it sashays like a confused showgirl along its theatric course. Instead of feather boas and nipple tassels, however, it goes on to don a robe of sonic shrapnel that brings to one’s mind thoughts of silicon and dust mites.

The keys are fingered. At just over the two minute mark and with the arrival of what might well serve as an ersatz chorus (a wailed, “Repetition is true horror”), this song would finally acquire a rhythm section to usher it further into the froth and gauze swelling up on all sides. These knit accents and fills of bass and drums, however, come on as if composed of corroded rubber: it sure could still bounce like disco but seemed in peril of splitting open any moment now. Yet all these accouterments would have to wait to adhere to the ivory backbone of the tune until first the vocals set the melodic theme.

The emotive sphere of lead vocalist Christian Heath’s voice typically bows between something of a desperate caress seeking an empathic response, and an emphatic, stellar burst. Regardless of what side of that spectrum it leans on at any given time in any given tune, his voice seems to nearly always smear each lengthy line of the lyrics, so that they are made to meander through the arrangement as if a disembodied instrument. His voice is an intruding transmission that does not want to appear rude and so does its best to flit along. His voice is a virus that plays well with its host environment.

The results of this interplay were often as disorienting for the listener as a boat at sway, but they were frequently received as an honest thing of beauty as well. Here on this song this effect was heightened by the sporadic insertion of unintelligible chatter and laughter. Often Heath’s phrasing would tremble and stretch syllables on the verge of an exhausted falsetto that could gloss over the lack of a typical pop song’s requisite end rhyme:

I need more…

than these stillborn afternoons

of cotton entertainment

I need more…

than cartoons and iced-coffee

Grant me a marionette

I’ll dance like an idiot

under summer’s tight-throat heat

I need more…

than string theory documentaries

Give to me one dance partner

I need more…

than those oh-so elegant

collections, treats of chewed fat

I need more…

than mere adequate actors

adequate actors mewling

I need more…

than another erection

from cotton entertainment

I need more…

than a new American

American way of war

I need more…

than cartoons and iced-coffee

Grant me a marionette

I’ll dance like an idiot

under summer’s tight-throat heat

Everything,

Everything is terrible

No one, no one wants to dance

—Repetition is true horror—

I need more…

than pious stone or a blip,

a blip blister of pleasure

I need more…

than an awful suckle while

waiting for the day to do…

{…what it does}—

—Repetition is true horror—

I need more…

than these nerves like old butter

waiting for the day to do…

{…what it does}—

I need more…

than resurrected majesty

mad as hungry little birds,

birds that flutter in the brain,

But it certainly would do for a day or two…

{…what it does}—

—Repetition is true horror—

O How the neighbor coughs from his window

O and how the pigeons coo

How we wretch

And how are you?

—Curtains open—

—Bled like heaven—

—Curtains close—

Beauty and grotesques

once burst from the head,

…Now, there’s a sick!…pigeon!…trapped!…—

There’s a sick pigeon in my head!

Lungs toil—

Sunlight ripples on a rooftop puddle

Lungs toil—

Lungs—

Lungs toil—

—Repetition is true horror—

As it maneuvers along the rolling frame of its design the song doubles back on itself. It is as if the instruments turn to find a route out and only encounter another narrow corridor and its inevitable dead-end. In lithe panic they muster up enough muscle and sinew to shrug off their somnambulant groove and about face. In the slink of their retreat they bottleneck and pile up. The whole flourishes as an aggregate of anxiety.

Soon it has nowhere else to pitch its weight. Its only option is but to hop a straight flight into the warm Mellotron swarm that has been waiting all this time like the welcoming jowls of a wolf on the other side of the door. From this arrives the square wave monologue, as if through a chewed radio:

  • […and you can’t afford another sort of paradise on this salary]
  • [No one is saying anything out there anyway]
  • [Who has been burning photographs and painting walls?]
  • [Wall-sickness and a trapped nerve]
  • [Venom in a tooth and perpetual machines hum]
  • [No one is out there saying anything anyway]
  • [Problems]
  • [Dry]
  • [Curse disease and then ease back into waste;]
  • [All while drinking iced-coffee and watching cartoons concerning our elegant universe]
  • [Wet]
  • [There’s so little love left]
  • [I love drifting off to sleep while watching television]
  • [Parasite fragments]…[I suppose that…]
  • [There’s nothing coming]
  • [And there’s nothing we can do about it]
  • [Somebody throw the baby out with the bathos]
  • [Who will wind the pocket-clocks when I’m gone?]
  • [And who will break the ice?]
  • […SOMEBODY GO GET ME THE AXE…]

Gelignite guitars detonate. It all goes up in a mushroom cloud of Moog synthesizers and found sounds. Both the circulatory and nervous systems of the song are reduced to slag and reverb circling a drain.

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Victory On The Hill – Rivers Cuomo

The Forest Awakes – David Byrne & St. Vincent

Obsequey [The Death Of Art] – Marilyn Manson [image by Gottfried Helnwein]

Whipped Cream – Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass

Thieves In The Night – Black Star

Dynamite! – The Roots

Come Around – M.I.A. (ft. Timbaland)

Sita Ram – Alice Coltrane

Strange Religion – Mark Lanegan Band (ft. Izzy Stradlin & Duff McKagan) [art by Justin Hampton]

Wildfire – John Mayer (ft. Frank Ocean)

A Place With No Name – Michael Jackson

I’m A Fool To Want You – Billie Holiday [photo by Dennis Stock, 1958]

If You See Her, Say Hello – Jeff Buckley (Dylan cover; Grace sessions outtake, 1993) [photo by Merri Cyr]

Finish What I Started – Will Butler

Alligator – Paul McCartney [painting: Bowie spewing by Paul McCartney, 1990]

Do The Tramp – The Fever [painting: Exploration of the Sources of the Orinoco River by Remedios Varo, 1959]

We Could Be So Good Together – The Doors

Strollin’ In – Lou Donaldson

Boogie Woogie Woman – B.B. King

Un Buen Día Para Morir – Calle 13 (ft. Vernon Foster)

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 9)

  • Victory On The Hill – Rivers Cuomo
  • The Forest Awakes – David Byrne & St. Vincent
  • Obsequey [The Death Of Art] – Marilyn Manson 
  • Whipped Cream – Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass
  • Thieves In The Night – Black Star (Mos Def & Talib Kweli)
  • Dynamite! – The Roots
  • Come Around – M.I.A. (ft. Timbaland)
  • Sita Ram – Alice Coltrane
  • Strange Religion – Mark Lanegan Band (ft. Izzy Stradlin & Duff McKagan)
  • Wildfire – John Mayer (ft. Frank Ocean)
  • A Place With No Name – Michael Jackson (AMOP mix)
  • I’m A Fool To Want You – Billie Holiday
  • If You See Her, Say Hello – Jeff Buckley (Dylan cover; Grace sessions outtake, 1993) 
  • Finish What I Started – Will Butler
  • Alligator – Paul McCartney
  • Do The Tramp – The Fever
  • We Could Be So Good Together – The Doors
  • Strollin’ In – Lou Donaldson
  • Boogie Woogie Woman – B.B. King
  • Un Buen Día Para Morir – Calle 13 (ft. Vernon Foster)

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 7)

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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

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR OF THE TENDER HORSE

Hello All,

It’s been a minute or two and so I wanted to drop a line, a new mixtape, wish you all a Happy New Year, and remind you (as well as myself) that Yes Is The Answer.

All the best to you and yours

—enjoy yourself—

—————Bobby Calero—————

A Prayer For The New Year Of The Tender Horse

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A Mouthful of Pennies Presents:

A Prayer For The New Year of The Tender Horse 

1)   “Now Is The Time” – MLK

2)   Choir [snippet] – James Newton

3)   Mystical Man – Young-Holt Unlimited

4)   A Love Supreme/Illuminations [snippet] – Carlos Santana & Bill Laswell

5)   Mind Games – George Clinton

6)   Cleanup Time (Stripped version) – John Lennon

7)   Poornamadah – Ravi Shankar

8)   New Year’s Prayer – Jeff Buckley

9)   Vandanaa Trayee – Ravi Shankar

10)   Matangi [snippet]/Y.A.L.A. [snippet] – M.I.A.

11)   While I’m Still Here/Black Noise – Nine Inch Nails

12)  Water No Get Enemy – Fela Kuti

13)  Party Seacombe – George Harrison

14)  “I Have A Dream – MLK

15)   Wade in the Water – The Soulful Strings

16)   Are You Ready – Fairfield Four

17)   Wake Up And Live – Bob Marley & The Wailers

18)   A Degree Of Murder – Brian Jones

19)  Love Me Tender/Save The Whole World – The Doors

20)  Love Me Tender – James Brown

21) Where Could I Go But to the Lord – Elvis Presley

22) My Sweet Lord/Gat Kirwani – George Harrison

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