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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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FLTS :: It’s not too late

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over (live) :: Jeff Buckley “Well, I feel too young to hold on, and I’m much too old to break free and run.” Fucking love this song Friday

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