Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #29

N.A. Terranova

N.A. Terranova

“It frees you up,” said N.A. Terranova to Rick J who, following the January 26th Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art performance, had commended her on having delivered all of her twenty-or-so minutes of spoken word hands-free-to relax in pockets, body swaying side-to-side and forwards on occasion, as she also chose to be free of the microphone, a choice that caused due concern on the hairline part of Broken Hours’ prodcast pod-inducer Splice Finders but he did not interject, and the levels they headed out fine it seems, perhapspossibly and moreovermaybe her al dente heralding issued a natural resonance that carried over into Rick J‘s set, which triggered another type of memory – not that to which one commits but rather that of which one is reminded by a word, an image, yes, a turn of phrase, yes, to wit, Rick has been habit-formatting our verse-drives to some of this material through his open mic sourcing, and here now our memories are liberated, aloft, fluttering, and swept away come the we to the look to the “top” of the index on the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net and our third, dear incarnation of memory, the return of Fern Capella to the 3FM:CA stage; we to the “thee” to the she with Show and Tell Gallery Productions‘ and back again, a touch under the weather (“outside the windows the frosty moonlight hung” as we recall) but lettres belles et chansons to those who fell under the spell, whom were urged to rise and be true to ourselves and, yes, it does free us up.

Rick J

Rick J

Up on the same stage, remembering us all where and when it may have started, free-to-relax in pockets side-by-side with poets Mike G, Patrick Bocarde and Rick J free-assembled around Melissa Sillitoe with scripts in hand, followed by Mike G with the tremulous and timely “After Poets (for Curtis White-Carroll),” and we will remember that Christine echoed the recollections, and then a stirring Wayne Flower meditation-in-process for Sylvia Plath’s memory, and we do so recall Christian and Dwight Peters, and we are forgetting nothing (are we?), as indeed there was no more, rather a reincarnation of plenty, the Show and Tell Open Mic replenished, resounded, retold, re-shown, once again, it freed us up.

Fern Capella

Fern Capella

The best things on-line are free, and it turns out une iTunes is no different in that the Three Friends Monday: Caffeinated Art is freed up thereon, and it can be recalled, liberated to their favorite media player even, by swaying side-to-side and forwards on occasion to this link:

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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #28

Michael Hart, Lou and Anthony

Michael Hart, Lou and Anthony

Don’t expect Broken Hours to take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide, no alarms and no surprises.  Not at this stage, not while the Three Friends Coffee House is setting ’em up, Joe.  Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden, no surprises, though, that Lou Guidi invited Anthony to constitute the duo of Lou and Anthony at 01/19/01’s Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art.  No surprises either, that the mandated third friend should be  Michael Hart (reference The Show and Tell Gallery Podcast #7), who remarked, “I’m glad you guys are all here celebrating the last painful day of destruction” (such a pretty sentiment – we hope he’s right).  And no alarms, please.

Not that we don’t want surprises – we are already working in tandem, after all, with Show and Tell Gallery Productions‘ surprise-purveyor Melissa Sillitoe in order to cast these rites podways.  However, we do love music, and Lou, Anthony and Michael are as earnest about music as a heart that’s full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won’t heal.  You were so tired, happy, bring down the government, they don’t, they don’t speak for her.

Nikki Jauron

Nikki Jauron

Then it’s up to the Show and Tell Open Mic, which welcomes alarms, surprises even, despite its auto-incestuous, numerical sequencing.   And such pretty pleasant surprises were to be had in welcoming Julia Dawn (in reference to whom the adjective “pretty” constitutes an understatement), as well as Nikki Jauron stirring her Hot Sauce-Flavored Coffee, and future (February 2, 2009) Three Friends invitee-gesticulator Michael Berton.  Neither could it have been everything it was without the participation of Christian (“like the religion”), Wayne Flower and Dwight Peters (let us hope that certain invitations are in the mail).   Melissa “The Inviter” Sillitoe (avec et sans Luke Lefler, choosing the quiet life), past 3FM:CA invitees Brittany Baldwin, Mike “Headed For” G(reatness)  and Rick J (also a future (01/26/09) Three Friends invitee-gesticulator), and at least one surprise, grated for headness, brought up most of the rest of the proceedings.

On an internet that’s full up like a landfill, a connection that slowly kills you, bruises that won’t Google, you might never find the podcast on the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net if you don’t know where to look.  Or, you were so tired, happy, and you had it brought to you via iTunes, which let you do that without alarms, nor surprises, such a pretty link:

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God Damn You, NaPodPoMo! (BLBH #17)

napodpomo1

annihilator of dreams

What went wrong?  Breakdowns take many forms.  Some are brief and intense.  Others linger like a scratchy throat.  We can say that we can change.  Change is impossible.  Breakdowns and breakups are the blues and browns in the fog-bound mountaintops and silicon pastures of our Broken-hearted Hours, and all that we see or seem is but a podcast within a blog.

We who are about to upload salute you – Shawno and Jen, Dr. Normal and Cami Kaos,  David Grizzly Smith, Rowland Cutter, Jennifer Navarrete, Spanking Bea Arthur, and all the others too numerous to sample, for sticking together through that sullen and desperate NaPodPo Month of November, 2008.  We hope to play with you more in the new year.

“Music” by Broken Hours, with help from Alex H. Williams’ “Hey, Mr. Bankerman” and Phobia via Renegade Recordings.  Specious retrofaction from Shawno and Chloe Randolph, and from the Castrobot, whatever you are tying to accomplish.  Paranoid Russian-American woman, on the streets of downtown Seattle, speculates.

Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #27

Doug Marx

Doug Marx

Sometimes it takes just a little more time, no matter how determined to be on time one is.  When the time comes, I’ll spend more time discussing time but, for now, I haven’t got the time.  Here are the quick details, for the purpose at hand, regarding time:

Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art happens every Monday from 7-8 p.m. at Three Friends Coffee House.  Immediately afterward there is an Open Mic that occurs for as long as it tends to occur – so far, it’s been about an hour, give or take.   The resulting performance quotient of the event generally occupies more than two hours of linear time, and thus we post the podcast in two parts, even though our tireless and timeless producer Splice Finders snips and frets over these hours upon the stage, removing as much deaf space as possible, making it more full of sound and fury, blessing it with every hope of signifying something.

This is not a simple, arty bypass, gotten dirt cheap, baby.  It’s because time requires space – file space, baby.  The average size of one hour of these 16-bit, 256 kbps, joint stereo, real-time (mostly) mp3 recordings is roughly 115MB.   That may mean a lot to you (or zero to your power of ten may equal nothing all), but when one accesses an 100+ meg file on the internet, one consumes a great deal of that which is called “bandwidth,” and depending on your connection-speed-thingy with the big web-deelie, it may not be worth your time to try to listen.  That contingency does not discourage us from giving you the best times of our time, graced freely and willingly by the artists who take the time out of their times to entertain and enlighten us.

“My brutal, weary-of-me-methinks Broken Ears, suffering,” our namescape Baron Landsake might say, “this is another one for the ages, the times are yearning, and just in time, timelessly, unto time eternal” came poets Sean Patrick Hill, Doug Marx, and Andy Budor at nearly the appointed hour on Monday, January 12, 2009.

“Andy is a transplant from Michigan and he,” says Andy, “is fascinated by Oregon’s landscape, flora and fauna.  Ancient philosophical Taoism and the expression of its principles by contemporary teachers currently influence his thinking and poetry.  He cooks and cleans for his wife who (sic) he chased across the country.  They are both owned and are being trained by two kittens.  He pays his taxes and mortgage so he can hide under the wisteria tree in his backyard and write poems.”

Doug’s poems have, once upon a time, Doug recalls, “been published in a variety of literary journals and magazines such as Willow Springs and Harper’s.  A chapbook, Sufficiency, was an Oregon Book Award finalist in Poetry. ”   Without question a master of timing, Doug regularly makes time with The Reverb Brothers, the “Eagle Time” band for Fridays from 5:30pm-7:30pm at the legendary White Eagle Saloon (836 N Russell St in Portland, OR).

Sean, meanwhile, all the while, admits to being “a travel writer, husband, soon-to-be-father and sometime-teacher in Portland, Oregon.  His poems are currently in Exquisite Corpse, elimae, Alba, diode, In Posse Review, Juked, Ditch and The Corduroy Mtn, and are forthcoming in Willow Springs, New York Quarterly, Copper Nickel, Apocryphal Text and Quarter After Eight.”  Whew!  We guess Sean’s gotta write, and it also seems he’s gotta right to waltz into the Three Friends Coffee House, that paramonger of perk on Portland’s East side and the epicenter of Show and Tell ProductionsCaffienated Art series every Monday, and rip coffee a new asshole.  Cancer?  Hmm.  Please forgive us for not caring so much between refills.  All was made better by Sean and his well-chosen friends, and by the end of the transcendent “White River Junction” our lives had been spared, for an hour at least.  By then we were even re-thinking our penchant for the bitter brew.

But there is more time, and lots more coffee, and this time it’s the audience – our turners-out for the now-officially-monikered Show and Tell Open Mic.   Our “more time” is shared by, among others, Christine White, who turns off the phone at night, Joel, who was outside when Melissa was saying her stuff, and a Black-Sabbath-quoting Patrick Bocarde.  “I haven’t read in a long time or very many times,” insisted Dwight Peters but we suspect otherwise.  We know that  Mike G has read recently and very many times although he cautions that his writing “is about to move into a very dark and painful place.”  How will we be able to tell?  We’ve also listened to Rick J recently and frequently, yet he’s seldom seemed as rambunctiously surreal as he did that time.  Melissa Sillitoe wasn’t timing anybody but she chose to time herself, followed by Ara without an “S” or Sara without an “h” (we thought it was the latter) suffering from “about a six-month identity crisis.”  Troy left us with something thrown together “really quick,” and, now, finally Nathan, now, again.

Since you’re spending time here, you can the visit the podcast, which lives nearby on the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net.  And what rough beast, its hour come at last, slouches toward your headphone jack waiting to be imported? Why, it’s only iTunes, which allows you to access the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series podcast!  Take these chains, please, starting with this link:

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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #26

It could’ve been the Craigslist promotion for the Open Mic on January 5, 2009, or maybe it was the ineluctable attraction of publisher-musician-poet Paul Evans, he of Redbird Studio and Alberta St. Small Press, but the dingly bell on the front door was a-dinglin’.  Those who came to see and hear Paul were treated to not one but two gorgeous and talented friends of Paul: 1) the warbling banshee Dina Rae, she of sunshine, of obviously superb mid-western stock, and of a vocal range that must be measured using the same unit used to measure the distance from here to her voice’s planet of origin, and, 2) advancing unmasked from under a pink and orange Texas sky, the mega-romantic Dominique Garcia, she with guitar shielding heart, it of passion overflowing.

Cattle call or no, the ensuing Open Mic served up a dozen open-mikers, including the now comfortingly regular participants Rick J, Melissa Sillitoe, and a delightfully more-humbled-than-usual Mike G (for “girl crazy”).  To the stage ascended deep thinkers, wise believers, grieving MCs, a digeridoo and dinglies to match the door-dinglies anon; among other poets, Christian, he of sometimes feeling like a fucking chameleon,  Christine, she of Sinophilia and Mount Hood climbing, Wayne Flower, he of Boise originally, and of many a band (as I suspected), and the briefly but deeply missed Celestial Concubine, she of paying back the sacrificed hours of sleeptime, thank you, we trusted you all along.  Admittedly, the writing in this so-called “blog entry” doesn’t really cover it all, so (as soon as I find where I put it) I will include the visual aid that accompanies Nathan‘s poem about the cats that go ’round (and ’round).

Show and Tell Gallery Productions is so damn glad that the Open Mic event will continue on a weekly basis following the invited performance.   Be sdvised, all you shoe-top dinglers, bridge-builders, denizens of different-tempo chaos  – prestazione dall’invito every giant, steaming Monday under the taupe and tender rafters of Three Friends Coffee House from 7:00 to 8:00, followed by the Open Mic sign-up from 8:00 to 8:15.  At 8:15 the Open Mic (limited to sixteen slots – sixteen milk necks ripe for licking) will unfurl its pink-crested, cartoid heart.

If you ever miss that ringing in your ears, you will find the podcast on the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net until it, too, is washed away by the ocean.  And, simply because it is the largest distributor of organized sound in the world, iTunes unwittingly allows you to access the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series podcast via sheer grace by using this link:

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