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The Show and Tell Gallery Podcast #8

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Melissa Sillitoe welcomes Laura Chase

Gallantly, the  evening air warmed up a skosh for the first First Thursday opening of the year for the Show and Tell Gallery, a return to the source for the unsinkable Melissa Sillitoe who, naturally, had wavered at the prospect of continuing to host receptions at her live-in artspace.  The turbulent economic predictions clapping together with last year’s unexpected retirement of First Thursday at The Core Gallery, which shares the same trough aloft, were conspiring to freeze out this humble and geeky operation from the flow of the more terrestrial galleries in the Everett Station Galleries building.  However, the enduring promise of fulfillment and monkeyshines obligado forecast another show, and with the Spring perhaps more will blossom.

Messenger (2008), acrylic on wood

Verily did Melissa rain-dance another lightning-strike event, turning first to prior collaborator Lea Keohane, who has stayed busy and brave during the Winter season and who has hung her delightful pieces along the main concourse in the sky above Everett Street amongst the isobars and areas of convergence and divergence in the wind field (which are helpful in determining the location of extreme points along the spectrum).   The next ray of sunlight belonged to Laura Chase, having returned fresh from West Africa to parlez pearly dewdrops of pop and samba, followed like a rainbow by the hyper-chipper hip-hop of  Inkre:mentals with an album soon to drop and who-all brought in many lovely attendees (of whom one was, to our surprise, our favorite check-out king Jason) to minglebrate with supporters Mikey Golightly, Anna Todaro, Mike G, Christian, James Honzik, Becca Yenser and The Dark Lord, among many others, in addition to saintly gallery volunteers Dwight Peters, Patrick Bocarde, Rick J and Eric McEuen.  For our part, we had a nice conversation in the back of the house with Wayne Flower, who pointed our anemometer towards his own visual expressions.

Inkre:mentals

Inkre:mentals

Podcast producer Splice Finders was criminally loved and appreciated by Inkre:mentals Justin Eder and Jesse Gardner.  The backatcha cloudburst of enthusiasm for this MC positive pair and the perseverance of Tiffany (aka DJ ASAP) upon a beat system less-than-loud ushered a warm front of victorious vibes through the assemblage, many of whose errant voices were captured in the sleety Show and Tell Gallery Podcast, which is in da here fo’ sho, we hope, what fo’ Broken Hours’ own technical difficulture re: this index has been de-rigged.

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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #30

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Michael Berton

We’ve decided that this is a pretty neat thing, a quite beautiful thing, really, this Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art thing, this infinitely changeable thing, this unpredictable thing what it has been all along we suppose but one can’t really see such a trend in a small sample.  So we arrive at number 30, and after a month of caffeinated Mondays we assert, smiling, yet humbly, that this is a pretty cool thing, a quite handsome thing, really.

Milo Duke

Milo Duke

Consider the February 2, 2009 “Blind Date Edition” line-up, per se.  Initiating, delightfully, with the accomplished troubadour Milo Duke packing emotional and technical wallop-mastery and more tempo changes than a Tchaikovsky ballet; Michael Berton, deadpan voice declaiming his uncompromising verse, often cantankerous in its lack of punctuation and asphyxiation of grammar, all to sublime effect; and Ezza Rose bearing multiple stringed instruments, each an angel’s harp to accompany her stunning voice, rendering a canon of wicked-smart and delicate songs: “Power is a dangerous thing/And all the beautiful that it brings,” as she sings in “Storyteller,” and we can’t help but agree, regarding each of you, dear performers.   We who have the good fortune to be part of Show and Tell Gallery Productions are truly blessed, and we want you to always be a part of it, to return to it, to bring your friends, to show and to tell, as it seems to be real, and it feels good – a real, good thing.

Ezza Rose

Ezza Rose

And share we do, although we forget what we are doing, our shoelaces untied, in the afterglow of each week’s invited performance, leaving the power on, the mic open – an open, “on” mic available – it is not the Machiavellian star, rather it is the steel stagehand of the outstretched arms of the Show and Tell Open Mic, our nuclear ars gratia artis embracing our friends, our heroes, our champions all.  Is that why Melissa Sillitoe shares, as if revealing Secret Knowledge, the story of why she calls people “chipmunks,” who root for the roto-endearing Justin Parris – seems he’s got it as bad as we do, and his sink drain (rhymes with brain) is infested.  We scrutinize the inscrutable writings of Christian and we follow blind (could this be… an infirmary?), and that’s a fact.  And, you, young man, Dwight Peters… yeah, well…  there’s imagery here… that… well, our dirty mind is interpreting…  so… keep it up, man, this is… intense.  And, check it out: Wayne Flower sings – SINGS – a capella… you had us at “broken,” man, we tell you what.  We are grateful for Rick J, who is MySpace friends with Keats and we are but his brief and accidental audience – the reverse would be impossible to arrange, not even by Melissa Sillitoe, whose Astoria pilgrimages are apparently as legendary as our own.  We encounter the thoroughly digniified Tob(e)y, reciting from memory Tom Crawford’s “Pacific City” as well as one of his own, and betraying a depth of memory yet to fully expose itself to this brief and accidental audience. The present satori of Mike G’s writing “into a very dark and painful place” (see 3FM:CA #27) appears to us to be a lateral move.  Then appearing and disappearing in sequence let’s go down to Big Pinkside for the sage, steel-handed Patrick Bocarde vs. the modern yeti machines, and xonclude, delightfully,  with Eric McEuen showing off his infectious, three-week-old ditty “…for anyone who’s been disappointed.  Anyone in this room?”  Not us – not tonight, anyway.

Justin Parris

Justin Parris

Ars gratia iTunes, while a beautiful thing, may not have the same ring, at least not to our traditionalist ears, much less to those of Edgar Allan Poe’s, whose prose in The Poetic Principle goes “that would we but permit ourselves to look into our own souls we should immediately there discover that under the sun there neither exists nor can exist any work more thoroughly dignified, more supremely noble, than this very poem, this poem per se, this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely for the poem’s sake.”  When we are taking a break from looking into our souls, might we remember that this thoroughly dignified podcast lives at the same old Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net under the same old, dying sun?  We forgot to point this out last time.  Nevertheless, permit thyself to look into the sink drain of the modern yetiTunes machine, for there you should immediately discover the podcast, this very podcast, this podcast per se, which is posted solely for the podcast’s sake, and which can be subscribed to via this link:

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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)

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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.

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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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The Show and Tell Gallery Podcast #7

Ray Ottoboni

Ray Ottoboni

As hard to believe as it may be, the First Thursday opening at The Show and Tell Gallery on December 4, 2008, came off smoothly although the absence of vacationing curator Melissa Sillitoe made for a comparatively low-key event.  In her stead Luke Lefler, the Gallery’s shy and quiet Digital Media Producer, hosted the reception for Robin Carlisle.  Among the works on display were several from Robin’s house series: “I have painted hundreds of little house paintings and they just seem to keep coming out of me.  Mainly they are cute and warm and cozy and soft.  But they are also a super strong symbol to me.  They are little capsules, like diaries that tell stories.   They hold the most intimate details of people’s lives, histories, futures, dreams and emotions.”  Unfortunately Robin had had a pair of wisdom teeth extracted earlier in the day and she had to excuse herself before the music program which was put together by Michael Hart.  Michael and musician invitees Ray Ottoboni, Michael Pan and Lou & Anthony, as well as the sounds of people mingling and Luke interjecting a flaccid welcome to those in attendance, may all be heard on The Show and Tell Gallery Podcast.

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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #22

Myrrh Larsen, Becca Yenser and Arsalan Darbandi

Myrrh Larsen, Becca Yenser and Arsalan Darbandi

The Three Friends Coffee House series and oasis sprung forth a Caffeine Monday event of majestic sound and vision and words on November 24, forever contained within the boundaries of kiss, with dignity, and characterized by the finely attired and attuned.  Consider the texture, tension, gloom, womanly thighs and heckling from a fearless foursome podcast for your edification.  You will notice, as the crackly mix of thumb and thunder swells from Myrrh Larsen‘s vintage amp and foot thingy, a persistent and often rhythmic scraping in the mid-range.  Indeed it is Arsalan Darbandi of his digestion of gods continueth with utensil in hand and intensity grating his vision onto some hard, flat and portable portal to the infinite.

Then, a reading, giving way to a testament to the bone-drought of love and life, casual in its haunted waffle embers of observation, delivered in delicate, brutal detail by Becca Yenser.  After a right turn at the anthropology stacks and rocketing straight from downtown Portland, Oregon flies Patrick Bocarde (who after all is not the invited but simply absent Chris Haberman) in his destroyer-of-worlds machine, and the mood of the monster poet is typically playful, declaiming, tending to shock and awe-shucking.  Arsalan continues to claw out jewels from bare boards while Becca’s waffle iron cools on the tiled counter of our abeyance, and for the finale more Myrrh, who has offered to appear even while buried in the task of producing an album with his band, and who conjures a post-rock toastie that must have belonged to a host of angelic lieder.  We drank our coffee and had community courtesy of the nearly-famous Melissa Sillitoe‘s Show and Tell Gallery Productions.

And ya know… you’ll find the podcast on the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net.

Also, now you can access the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series podcast via iTunes using this link:

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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #21

Ross and the Hellpets

Ross and the Hellpets

A true gem of Portland’s music scene, the cuddle-worthy Ross and the Hellpets have played two shows, both free to the public and each compelling in its own way, for Show and Tell Gallery Productions this year, and Broken Hours has been humbled to podcast both.

On Monday, November 17, 2008, Ross Beach, Teresa Bergen and Chris Baker presented some old and some new songs, responded to a request (the poignant “Oxygen”) and even nailed a Duran Duran cover which sadly had to be excluded from the podcast (damn licensing!).  (Warning: tense shift!) Between the songs comes wickedly smart banter that could be an whole other commodity for these good-natured tunesters.

But that ain’t all!  Between the two sets Teresa Bergen whips out her latest novel, Killing The President, and treats the house to some brisk and entertaining prose.

And where were you?  Okay, well you’ll find the podcast on the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series page at brokenhours.net.

Also, now you can access the Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Series podcast via iTunes using this link:

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Contact With Your Environment (BLBH #13)

Low-ebb bellows from the briny mawr of Baron Landscuzz asante, reckoning, blithely channeling M. Gira or Nick Cave, and barely on schedule. Winter fast approaching, entrails washing upon the shores of Miasma Beach, scattered leaves, paranoia, that most obscured object of desire, plugged, describing a circle within which there is another circle. Music by Nat Cloud, based on a walk by Ol’ Fuddyduddy. Please come back tomorrow.

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