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Directly from the sewer at the center of this cacophony comes crawling the next number, “Our Seventh Sister (Ceremony of The Empty Space).”
It advances with a weave of rusty mandolin, banjos fingerpicked and teased out from a central processing unit. The bass squirms about the mulch of bucket drums, simulating the moist thump-thump-thump of an excited heartbeat. Architecturally compact guitars hack forward like hatchets through the foliage of factory handclaps and a thicket of battered cymbals. Sometimes they burst with succinct solos: vivid squiggles like the last of acrylic paint squeezed from a rolled up aluminum tube. They then oh-so-briefly bivouac and recoup with a strum and chime before they’re back out to their chop and hew.
With ludicrous bark and bite added to the singer’s dulcet voice, the lyrics pour and plod ahead like a mule with a syncopated beat—whip-driven through citrus peels boiled in sugar and hot ash. He sounds like a tourist demented with delight at the novelty of it all. The whole production is a buzz of gusto before the song swoons down to mud-churning violins for its farewell lines, which the listener hits as if an epitaph on a tombstone.
Followed a trail of black flags littered across the barren white.
As I entered town, searched my pockets for my zippo lighter.
.
I’ve got thirty-three leaves and forty grams of fresh tobacco;
Tips of my thumb and middle finger are stained dark yellow ochre.
.
Nicotine resin from smoke!
Or,
Smoke from nicotine resin!
.
I gave a greeting to the big black nothing with a small nod,
My gut felt like mosquito larvae in an acrid puddle.
I took me a slumber outside The House of Chosen Women,
Where merchants trade slaves for tourmaline beads under the banyan tree.
Took me a slumber beneath the banyan tree,
Yes I,
Took me a slumber beneath the banyan tree.
.
Slept to lullaby laments as black llamas keen with famine;
They’re tethered on Main Street—dry throats beg for October raindrops.
.
When I awoke!,
When I awoke!,
Awoke to a wet-sand tongue rubbing the stubble on my cheek;
When I opened my eyes there standing was a little black dog.
.
Misery ships pulled into port, Ornament Men home from war;
In the furnace they burned textiles in effigy or worship.
.
South, rot and lust choked their brains; in the West they slept with slaughter;
East, madness chewed roots; now they lament their seventh sister, gone.
.
The Ornament Men ring-danced and lollopped in the House of Knives;
Costumes of Tanager feathers, dead reptiles, which their wives made.
Swinging semaphore genitals pierced with ore, no one saw me,
As they all performed this ceremony of the empty space—
.
Spinning, spirals, territory spheres and stairs, jaguars and rain,
Pain comes, goes, behind walls of adobe, powdered quartz, pain laughs.
.
The little black dog loped down a narrow path flanked by fruit trees,
I pursued, left this harbor to its fevers, piety games.
.
I followed that black dog through those old fruit trees,
Yes I!,
I followed that black dog through those old fruit trees.
… … …
Some men search for the Holy Grail, or,
Others, the Holy Ghost,
But most men are only lookin’ for
Some butter on their toast
.
I never learned the odds,
I never learned to gamble,
Still I followed my God
And that little black dog down—
Down that long, long black trail.
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Something’s Gone Awry – Alela Diane [photo by Jaclyn Campanaro]
Peace Frog/Newborn Awakening – The Doors [photographed in New York City by LIFE‘s Yale Joel in 1968]
Re-Make/Re-Model – Roxy Music [cover model Kari-Ann Muller photographed by Karl Stoecker ,1972]
Hybrid Moments – The Misfits
T.V. Eye – The Stooges
Watching T.V. (Daytrotter version 8/31/2010) – The Beets
Religion I/Public Image – Public Image Ltd.
Ducking And Dodging – Parquet Courts
Ice Age – How To Destroy Angels
The Four Of Us Are Dying – Nine Inch Nails
Mr Raffles/It Wasn’t Me – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
Ladytron – The Venus In Furs
El Show De Los Meurtos – Juan Wauters
She’s Got You – Rhiannon Giddens
Finally Back – Souls Of Mischief & Adrian Younge [Animated by Unjust” and “Paintings by Mildred Friedman,]
The Last Act – Adrian Younge
Blue Flowers – Dr. Octagon (aka Kool Keith)
See No Evil – Television
Evil – Stevie Wonder
Can You Hear Me? – Elvis Costello & The Roots
We Have Been Metamorphosized– Jim Morrison (read by Johnny Depp)
(problem) – Eat the document Soundtrack
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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 10)
- Something’s Gone Awry – Alela Diane
- Peace Frog/Newborn Awakening – The Doors
- Re-Make/Re-Model – Roxy Music
- Hybrid Moments – The Misfits
- T.V. Eye – The Stooges
- Watching T.V. (Daytrotter version 8/31/2010) – The Beets
- Religion I/Public Image – Public Image Ltd.
- Ducking And Dodging – Parquet Courts
- Ice Age – How To Destroy Angels
- The Four Of Us Are Dying – Nine Inch Nails
- Mr Raffles/It Wasn’t Me – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
- Ladytron – The Venus In Furs (Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, David Gray, Bernard Butler, Andy Mackay) (Roxy Music Cover)
- El Show De Los Meurtos – Juan Wauters
- She’s Got You – Rhiannon Giddens
- Finally Back – Souls Of Mischief & Adrian Younge
- The Last Act – Adrian Younge
- Blue Flowers – Dr. Octagon (aka Kool Keith)
- See No Evil – Television
- Evil – Stevie Wonder
- Can You Hear Me? – Elvis Costello & The Roots
- We Have Been Metamorphosized– Jim Morrison (read by Johnny Depp)
- (problem) – Eat the document Soundtrack
_ _ _ __========================================= ______BOBBY CALERO
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