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 Productions‘ Caffienated 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: