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/
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 |
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-
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.
Karl and I are enjoying your story. And that is the damn cutest picture of LateNightConverseKitchenBaking ever. Thanks for keeping the tradition alive ;)
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