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Excerpt: Antenna Kitchen, flooring peels at edges a bit, there are children’s foot-sized grooves where it creaks. The counters are clean, the sink is all soap and bubbles. Clean plates dry, sun graces dishwasher, shadows hit the dog’s mat. Antenna Office, no bigger than a bed, a shower, and three chests of drawers side-by-side. It has two rooms – one has two chairs, a potted plant, and an elk near a stream in fog. The other room has a desk no paper, a pen, a chair in front tilted to the door, and a chair in back tilted to the wall not-quite-white-not-quite-yellow, and blank….
Updates on house show recordings, self-released music, dead beat writing from Phoenix artists.
Antenna
April 2nd, 2009
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Tags: homeless, isolation, midwest, voyeurism
Dark Dark Dark Live Recordings
Recorded at a vague coffeehouse somewhere around the strip bars, clubs and laundromats. Genuine folks from the midwest. Due to field recorder not getting enough vitamin b’s, a couple songs didn’t make it. Read the rest of this entry »
April 1st, 2009
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Tags: good people, gypsy, touring bands
Abe Vigoda Live Recording
Abe Vigoda live recording at the Tribe house Phoenix. Kind of like a fractal with an erection. Would’ve recorded Women too, but I had to go trim my toenails and put cucumbers over my eyes. Read the rest of this entry »
April 1st, 2009
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Tags: good people, house shows, touring bands, tribe house
Pigeon Religion, Tight Holes, White Mice Live Recordings
Recordings from brutality show at the Tribe house in Phoenix. If you listen closely you can hear the tiny screams of equestrian mothers who found semen in their half & half. Read the rest of this entry »
March 31st, 2009
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Tags: house shows, local music, pigeon religion, tight holes, white mice
Wildflower Skirts and the Hamburger Curse
Her welfare check voice hardline request voice (Ain’t it tragic poise?), demands wife abuse tales declares life without males combs Burger King hair, glares joyless iris jails raises daughters who in wildflower skirts dream dramatic feats.
March 21st, 2009
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Tags: midwest
Filthy Grin dies biuse
Noise Posting from Filthy Grin dies biuse self-titled: Filthy Grin dies biuse
March 5th, 2009
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Tags: broken sound, miminal synth
Vain Collapse, tell everyone to tell no one.
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Excerpt: Perfumed issues on Mill grease their way across the intersection, junkies look past them with fossilized erections. ‘Know a place for clean needles?” I told em to rub with a diabetic, they laughed until their ribs played against each other like windchimes. Mother was carrying her daughter, the son was looking a me wide eyed. I wondered how much of his life he’d remember me and the guy walking up and down the sidewalk talking about his jail rep and the dealer, “I just got one in between my knuckles so I snort the fucking shit man.” Girl in small bus…
March 3rd, 2009
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Tags: phoenix
Castles Siege Themselves
Chain-smoking groceries are built, flower store owners choke their hands. Countertops indent the clerk’s clothes, muscles wrinkle her six dollar guilt. Teachers forget to water classroom plants. Drivers shout fuck at closed windows. Birds clench and crowd wires, more perch. Salted butter gets mad and melts itself. Sons grow to sweep floors, dust shelves. Their tables wage war with peas and forks. Hair and nails persist in cemeteries while the lawns are manicured. Past Dixie’s Workout, past trail-clumped leaves Tommy wrecks his bike, its spokes rust. Where kids make mudballs spiked with nails to defend from invasions across the creek.
February 24th, 2009
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