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

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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.

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Dendrites CVR 6

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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

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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

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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 

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

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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

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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—————————–