You can’t remember :: songs and prose

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Joshua Petker “You spent half of your life trying to fall behind. You’re using your headphones to drown out your mind. It was so easy, and the words so sweet; You can’t remember, you try to move your feet.” The alarm goes off, jarring you awake, the cold air permeating the room and making it near impossible for you to want to arise. The sun is still asleep, and everyone else in the house, as well. For a moment you cannot remember where you are, who you are, what you are. The haze of a … Continue reading You can’t remember :: songs and prose

It moves like a Summer breeze :: songs and prose

Pen pressed to paper as she writes the other side of what happened, the words not sung, but remembered. Faded photographic images with criss-crossed marks at the sides. Once upon a time they danced on rooftops, and once upon a time they still believed. There is old poetry locked in strong boxes, hope chests some would call them; moth ball heavy and nearly forgotten. In the late afternoons she turns each page over in her well-worn hands, too far in the past to bring tears now, though she misses them, her tears. Now she even misses the pain of loving … Continue reading It moves like a Summer breeze :: songs and prose

Friday Five :: And trying to forget you is just a waste of time

Baby Come Back :: Player Friday Five 5 Things this song reminds me of: 1. brown corduroy overalls with a hand-me-down striped shirt, I think it was Kristin’s, the girl who first told me what it was like to french kiss a boy. She had that magical “teen” at the end of her age, that aura of being older, of really knowing things. 2. Kristin’s parents were part of a group of friends of my Mother who would come over on Saturday nights, back when they were still married, and they would drink wine and play records. I knew all … Continue reading Friday Five :: And trying to forget you is just a waste of time

The 70’s :: Danger in the shape of something wild

“So young to be loose, and on her own. Young boys, they all want to take her home. She goes downtown, the boys all stop and stare. When she goes downtown, she walks like she just don’t care.” History Lesson: Hot Child in the City is a pop rock ode to runaways. It was recorded by Nick Gilder and it went to number one both in Canada (October 14, 1978) and in the United States (October 28, 1978). Gilder won two Juno Awards in Canada and a People’s Choice Award in the United States. After seeing young girls on Hollywood … Continue reading The 70’s :: Danger in the shape of something wild

Words fall through me :: Soundtrack Shout Out

Once :: Soundtrack Shout Out Soundtrack and music are the basis, the plot, the through line, and the heart and soul of the film Once. This is the closest to a musical that a non-musical movie has ever been, and for me there is no way to even write about Once without the music playing in the background. All the stories I have crafted in my head while listening to a myriad of songs, this is a cinematic coming to life of that kind of creation. A musically beautiful film about love and longing, and “what might have been“. Once … Continue reading Words fall through me :: Soundtrack Shout Out

Callaghan :: Keep Art Alive

Keep Art Alive :: Photograph by Scott Lowden Keep Art Alive :: The 10 Questions Project :: Featuring Callaghan 1. What music (or other art form) inspires you when you create your art? I’m inspired by lots of different music, depending on what mood I’m in. I’d have to say that Queen and Freddie Mercury live in concert would be hard to beat for inspiration! 2. Long distance road trip: what three people do you invite along (fictional or non-fictional, dead or alive)?  I tend to sleep all the time on long road trips so I think I’d be terrible company! I’d like to bring … Continue reading Callaghan :: Keep Art Alive

All I taught her was everything :: songs and poetry

Witch Legs (by me) The tell-tale squeak of new boots as I walk not broken in yet they still have that smell that shine the laces that have no fray leaving the top three holes open torn stockings poking through Your brother calls them “witch legs” as he walks by with his fit friend the one with the green flannel around his waist black jeans his boots well worn laces frayed He says “I like your hair” as he walks by out the door You lean over close say “I told you black was your color” my skin still stained … Continue reading All I taught her was everything :: songs and poetry

A Change of Thought :: songs and prose

We were fifteen minutes. We were the night before the long walk (without shame) home. We were first names only. And, we were don’t ask don’t tell relationship status. I never saw his bedroom, though I did peruse his envy-inducing vinyl collection. “Go ahead and put something on.” he said, as he opened a bottle of Jameson whiskey. We were not pour into glasses. We were share the bottle and pass it between. We were smoking too many cigarettes. We were wrapped around each other, clothes askew all over the floor, hair-pulling, screaming, moments of ecstasy. We would remember the … Continue reading A Change of Thought :: songs and prose

What’s a Wonderwall anyway? :: songs and poetry

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Kelly Vivanco Pour (by me) Glitter glue paint by numbers, candy sweet trinkets, you pucker up, blow. Ear pressed to the door, hear the sing-song, trill thrill tone, evolve. We become devoured potency, patty cake, with chocolate frosting, decay. Love in the time of Tivo, and attention disorder, pretty pink pills, swallow. Trade in your blue light saber, jumbo box of all you can draw, for a dress me up tie me down, withdrawl. Sell-out your childhood, at the next yard sale, bargain basement self-esteem, implode. All my wily words, fail. Writing to Reach … Continue reading What’s a Wonderwall anyway? :: songs and poetry