Category Archives: Mix Tape

Sometime before dawn an hour before midnight a brash chord sounds Bold dissonance Pause and another follows   You have heard nothing of that cat’s musical stalkings and I am awake for good lie still 

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I am jealous of the syrinx, the ability to sing two notes at once, to harmonize with the self. In my harnessed larynx, so many caught songs, edges cracked and fading, muffled as if from

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1999 It smelled funny in church. Antique wood paneling, breath mints, musty hymnals, Aqua Net Hairspray, polyester suits worn by old ladies since the 1970’s, sour old man sweat, cheap perfume, slightly mildewed carpet, and

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No surprise, you agree to meet me at the pub on Dundas after I arrive, short-notice, on the last flight into Toronto before the storm slams your city shut for the duration, and well after

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O Michael tonight I am dreaming of you. We trace night with our fingers climbing ladders of darkness past the full moon.   Over silver light into star light we dance through air redolent with

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It’s too easy to call me floor-level cocaine, nagging whine of an ambulance trapped on the freeway. I’m the makeup worn by straight guys pretending to make fun of gays but really liking the look,

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Pull a slip of paper from the fishbowl, sidle up to your assigned instrument—sit at the traps, fondle frets, moisten the reed.   The act of drawing your assignment does not convey competence, any more

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C-Sharp! my mother shouts kitchen to living room over the jiggling dance of the regulator on her pressure cooker. C-Sharp! Try it again. Occasionally she walks out wipes her hands on her apron bends over,

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I was nearing the end of my last year in college and could be described at the time as deeply passionate, obsessed even, about my music.  I spent more time in the practice rooms in

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No corncob pipe or timothy hay sprig stuck in his kisser, but the lead singer is wearing a chambray shirt, felt hat, and a crying, slung twelve string. Insert a weathered clawhammer banjo in the

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