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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Brilliance of Others

If I can be egotistical about anything, it's how freaking talented the people around me are. Musicians, artists, wordsmiths, they are mythical creatures that exist in a world of extraordinariness I am just lucky enough to stand next to. Here's a few of these examples.
Ms. Sands



This lady Carabella Sands is truly among the faerie people. She evokes whimsy, punctured innocence, devilish obsession with small things. She is my muse, my flame. This is her flickster.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/76784199@N05/
 

Then recently, I also was lucky enough to watch my friend record and produce this album by a couple of Aussie-expatriate-turned-Baltimoreans calling themselves Smoke Bellow. Beautiful album.

Smoke Bellow--Old Haunts

Narcissa at the farmer's market
And then just the other day, my newly-Californian Narcissa launched her blog concerning hydroponic sustainable gardening, reasons to run, and advocating food rage. 

Exploring in Paradise


Another friend of mine, Michael Voorhis (not "Matt" as the tag suggests), read from his novel Jaw Pieces on the MICA radio show Sound Curtain. It's beyond extraordinary.

http://soundcloud.com/the-sound-curtain/matt-voorhis-jaw-pieces


 Then, yes, I do actually have an opportunity to self-promote. This isn't a game-changer, this isn't poetry, this is barely even good, but I did read it on Sound Curtain a couple weeks ago. I also read it once at the weekly Artichoke Haircut open mic. It's fun to read.
I'm a slave 4 U

http://soundcloud.com/the-sound-curtain/juliana-converse-good-service

Narcissa may be in a sensory paradise of sun and sand and fresh air, but we've been watching Baltimore experience an artistic renaissance that I venture beats the hell out of our Big Red Delicious Protruding FameRocket TimeWarner Machine.

Listen--look--be inspired.

Long live art for art's sake. 

Monday, September 24, 2012

Goddess

I got a chance to be kind of gawking, awkwardly complimentary of this artist Maria Minerva when I saw her perform at the Depot here in Baltimore. I'd heard her music online and had my own studio apartment solo club bangarang-with-champagne to her latest album Will Happiness Find Me? on Not Not Fun. A great album title, and kind of a perfect artist for me to be obsessed with right now in this particular time in my life. Wanna talk about quarter-life-crises? Me neither. There's a ton of publicity coverage of her and this album--it helps that she's beautiful and also super educated, belied cleverly by her girlish, uncloaked lyrics and penchant for sonic-slapstick, but with textural complexity and melodic simplicity. 

She said she'd just played in New York to like, 5,000 people. In Baltimore at the Metro Gallery she played to about twelve. So I hope she decides to come back, because she's <3ed nbsp="nbsp" p="p">


The Wire: Adventures In Sound And Music: Issues