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receptacle proudly features
musical contributions by
Josh Adachi
Doctor KA
Edsey
Jayce
Mighty Joe Plum
My Parasol
Ryan Pak
Kevin Schatz
She’s Electric
Swing Hailey
Ryo Baum
Jewel Gardner
A.R. Sape
Boel Schenlær
Anneliese Stewart
J. Wesley
Omar Zahzah
1.
the sound of strange meadow lark treading
the black and white teeth of a piano
with fingers of Dave Brubeck.
2.
blue note ripples growing
and suspending in midair
like the scent of an ocean
breeze at the sunset beach
day after the school let out.
3.
the night owl's call
nestled behind the sounds of wheels on the 405
4.
the biting air that wrapped us like blankets
while we undressed the meteor shower
above the canyons of Malibu Creek
5.
and that is what got us sick.
fever, slow hacking of things
that stick in our throats
6.
clamoring in the nose,
the stench of sweat and we’ll never get better
if we keep on doing this.
7.
the bitter sweet honeymoon
shiner trickling past our taste buds.
8.
drunk as fuck and we wanted sunny side ups.
(i asked for mine to be over easy.)
9.
let us curl our toes
10.
then tangle our fingers
11.
lips will collide like fist fights
12.
while the waves of bed sheets roll and break
against your back arched like artemis' bow
13.
but I won't recall your face anymore.
Cause of Death
The doctors concluded that he died of a heart attack. Time of death was
approximately 3:30am. He died in his sleep and it was likely that he never
felt the anxiety, the shortness of breath, or the radiating pain like sonar
pulsing the left side of the body. All of this was explained to me with a
diagram they had prepared to teach us the cause of myocardial infarction
while the students in their lab coats gathered around the metal beds,
bright lights from the ceiling casting shadows of each body like endless
rows of high-rises.
And this made me think about the first surgeon who understood death and
chose to desecrate the body of the deceased with a crude scalpel that
created vertical incisions to the chest. How he partitioned the organs with
his hands like a feast served on pagan holidays.
And how he chanced upon an empty chamber no bigger than the fist of a
child.
Vacant and cold now,
like the dwellings of our ancestors
Immersed with articles of bones and smooth stones
Abandoned mud pots and spear points made of obsidian,
Infantile paintings of buffalos and saber tooth tigers
Chased down by a hunter with a bow and arrow
On walls and corridors extended and twisted
Like the vessels and valves of our human heart
Jewel
Gardner
You'll Always Have My Affection
I once thought to convey my love to any given book meant to be read with
the utmost care, executing precise movements while carefully turning
each page, from the first to the last, creating an illusion of a new book, an
un-opened masterpiece vying for my affection. But now, as I toss my
hardcover copy of Ballistics across the bathroom floor so I can bathe, &
watch it skip across muted green tile older than I, abruptly halting in front
of a portable heater, a loud thud sends guilt down my face, and quickly I
apologize to my inanimate lover. As I clean the tub, gather my clothes, I
notice splashes of love infecting the front cover, speckling it with moisture.
It now embodies me, owner of vintage tops with fragmented sleeves, faded
sweats, flavored with remnants of peppercorn, cumin, and lemon, various
foods I consume before this
UNNAMED
a bent front tooth
and plush redness of the cheeks
a door, a candle, silver a river with a pair of playing feet
madonna of the lights we’ll lose,
Your existence
reproaches me nothing
Uncertain
what kind of homecoming
I devote myself to
via the love I have for you
Peace lies with me
anyway
when silence suffices
as does distance
Long enough
have I abstained from seeking you
long enough
to satisfy the needs
to give you up
inches more
by the day
the fruit
drops, at least you know your place
i kiss your head
arm on shoulder
and say goodbye.
never achieving
but not without loud noises
fond memories
and strong impulses
lengthy lines
cropped short
fin.
J. Wesley
The Blue
1.
and death...
2.
A man He stood in clearing &
clad darkly waved silencing hand
a rose that yawned in blood He held
a rose picked twice before He smelled.
__
3.
The empty voices creep and drift
about as smoke from cigarette
& His is one, & His is all
that mounts the choking siren’s call.
__
4.
The morning ringing, ringing rings;
a song interminably sings.
The morning ringing, ringing rung;
a song interminably sung
And held.
musicians:
Josh Adachi
Find out more at http://www.joshadachi.com and
http://www.myspace.com/theshademusic1
Doctor KA
Sound is never created, only discovered.
These vibrations have always existed. It is their destiny to move.
Musicians simply establish a vehicle for the sound to move through.
Dr. Ka is an expert engineer.
Find out more at http://www.myspace.com/doctorka
Edsey
Vocalist/guitarist/producer Edsey has been wandering the country with Dusty
Rhodes and The River Band for the last 8 years. He has collaborated with an
eclectic array of artists in the Los Angeles area and has produced DRRB's latest
album, to be released in April 2010.
Find out more at http://www.myspace.com/dustyrhodes
Jayce
Jayce is a bedroom producer from Sacramento, CA. A constant observer of
relationships, he blends elements of pop, hip-hop, and praise music into emotion-
provoking, synthesized beats. In real life, however, it's all in good fun.
Find out more at http://www.facebook.com/jaycemusic
My Parasol
It all began somewhere between now and then. Mark and Susanna met in a
whirlwind of fate in a very unfamiliar place, both grasping for what they wanted
but couldn't see. Mark charmed Susanna with an A+ smile and some silly songs.
Susanna tried to impress Mark with some bad French. But it worked. Ever since,
it's been sun-kissed melodies and picture collage memories. C'est vrai!
Find out more at http://www.myspace.com/myparasolband
Ryan Pak
Find out more at http://www.ryanpak.com
Kevin Schatz
Kevin Schatz hails from Lomita, California, the former celery capital of the world.
But his lyrics are much crisper than any stalk of celery. Especially with a little
peanut butter thrown on top. Kevin approaches song writing in a revolutionary
way in which he creates music on his guitar, writes lyrics to accompany that
music and then sings those songs for others to hear. He is currently in works
with She’s Electric for his debut EP, due out Summer 2010.
Find out more at: http://www.youtube.com/user/GoudaWooda
She’s Electric
is the recording name for Ryo Baum. He likes music and literature. He also likes
you. He recently released an EP titled Draw Back Your Bow.
Find out more at http://facebook.com/sheselectricity
Swing Hailey
Founded in 2006 by original members Alfredo Lozano, Rochelle Joya, Mario
Valdivia, Swing Hailey aimed to make a direct connection between the band and
music supporters by being completely DIY for thier music distribution. The band
is currently doing post-production work on their first LP to be pressed and
released for 2010 along with a promotional tour.
Find out more at http://www.myspace.com/swinghailey
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