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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #37

Josh Killiingsworth and K.C. Killingsworth

Josh Killiingsworth and K.C. Killingsworth

Here’s to the ongoing recherche pour le luxe des divertissements et des réalisations, Three Friends Mondays invited performance in the caffeinated confines loops its engorged growl of destiny, the Show and Tell Open Mic following in self-reference like a massage after a hot bath.  Came March 23 all chilly and wet Napolitan at the gates, the “Blind Dates” edition heralding a harmonious trio afterward espied engaged in small talk, so magical was the chemistry.  Phase One already brimming with a misty essence, a prompt on the command line, the reassuring Americana of KC Craine gathering our focus and we were in for an evening.  Second Phase volatility underway, perhaps some of the pieces shared by Josh Killingsworth lyrically dark, but his voice oh so sweet, the subtle fingerstyle of his dad (another K.C.) accompanying on guitar gorgeous.

Ashia

Ashia

Safety glasses on, proceed to Phase Three, phenomena surge, careful, careful, the amazing cello and voice and brave musical endeavor of Ashia, molecules colliding, periodic table in question, theorem k.o.’ed by post-science, we’re learning again, observations reign.

Goodness gracious for spacious skies does The Show and Tell Open Mic strain at its leash on occasion, begun so on-time that even Splice Finders was caught in a half-assed leap for for the record button by the time Christine Honitsu White had begun in another language reciting.  Welcomed we the comedy stylings of Mike G reading Starlite Motel, then could Steve Williams and Constance Hall stake the pre-warmed own turf.  Patrick Bocarde brought us our monstre poétique knees with material by Rick J and Melissa Sillitoe.  ‘Twas Wendra who told us that all her songs are long, and it was Myrrh Larsen whose songs, including the aching “Homesick” which ends Part 1 of the Open Mic, are all about our longing.

Starlite Motel

Starlite Motel

Starlite Motel dove into Mike G’s “Deep End (for Dennis McBride)” and tagged relay Rick J baton sideways poem “When Nothing Gets Bored,” a restless play of words also by Mike G, scatters Melissa Sillitoe’s “Ashes.”  After Chad MD shares a little poem, Judith Fay Pulman springs into a poem by Rick J.  Then it’s bonus panels, accommodating Wayne FlowerMichael lifting a Luke Lefler lyric, Wolfgang Reinhard, The Ambassador of Truth, Christian Kenseth and the new Three Friends Caffeinated Librarian, Mikey Golightly.

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Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art #23

The first Show and Tell Gallery Productions Three Friends Mondays: Caffeinated Art open mic at Three Friends Coffee House occurred at the appointed hour, vinyl enjoined and veneer observed from the outsetters, an oblong galaxy of stars and phalanx of attractive guests only in this place.   The numeric chorus line received, and them held ’twere in awe by the becoming Melissa Sillitoe, the stalwart and erudite David Matthews sharing some older stuff, the astounding and oft-termed “great” Rick J.

Presence lordly and dark was insisted upon, snide and choice with material, as the reminiscent Benjamin Fisher kept us on our guard, allowing briefly a showing of Melissa’s visual art, a newish written thing of temporarily reception, and more poetry, more espresso, more admiring onlookers from afar, among them your stumblng scribe and the newest S&T teammate – the mesmerized Nikia Cummings – both of us may take the future stage – and several who did shed earbuds and look up from the free and power Friends Three wi-fi to take it all in, squeaking and jingling doors book-ending the art parfait.

Oasis II in the Russian winter of our disconnect brightened by the Cheshire smile and cutting wit of  Chris Ridenour, a tremulous external wail chankered from the leg-irons of killer Mike “Cold Case” G, the joyous ceremony already spiked and inflated with classical rap, an impetuous card “trick,” an Iggy-worthy cry for love and an heart-shattering serenade by the self-contained and riveting Myrrh Larsen.  Blushing straight from work at check-it-out time, the radiant Starlite Motel, even.  Old love trumped new love and forth another Caffeine Monday event of majestic sound and vision and words issued.  It will happen again here knows when, it has been wisely and gratefully promised.

It seems, it is proved, they will faithfully come out on a night such as this… 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 #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:

http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=295435461

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