Broad Strokes is a radio show on Washington Heights Free Radio (WHFR) that streams live off the web every last Wednesday of the month.
I, Calypso Sally, that’s me, try to play a broad range of genres, stretching from indie rock, pop, alternative, hip hop, reggae, dance hall, metal, calypso, funk, etc. It’s sort of a mixed bag. I also have live acoustic performances.
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If you missed last month’s show, you can listen here.
The Horror by RJD2
In a Strangeland by Talk Normal
Heart Beat by Nneka
New York is Killing Me by Gil Scott-Heron
Sao Paulo by Flying Lotus
Go Outside by Cults
Love More by Sharon Van Etten
Waves by Holly Miranda
Bad Actors by Flying Lotus
Protest Song by Aloha
Best of Times by Strong Arm Steady
Our Loving Mother in A Pink Diamond by Good Shoes
Want Some Mo’ by Turbo Fruits
Dreams of Dreams by Fang Island
Dark Horse by Gold Streets
A Dream by Magnetic Island
Go Then, Bye by Speech Debelle
The next show is on April 28th with a live acoustic set/interview of the band Magnetic Island formerly known as Renminbi. I’m totally psyched.
If you’re in a band or you know a band and or singer/song writer that would like to do a show, contact me at: email@example.com.
And listen to the silence that is life
And like most things it is fleeting
And watch you fade beneath me
And you slipped away like things
And they are all never lasting
And it was in this moment of orgasm
And never lasting, I learned how to live.
I wear my swagger wrong, I swear it on my body
and cross my legs too feminine, I’m too fooled to know
when I’m too masculine for the ladies
while I squat and spit, squirt like the rest of them
they look at me weird while I’m with them but they don’t know
the extent of my story, waiting in line to pee so desperately.
For the women looking out, and telling me it’s the ladies, I bleed just like you
I invite you to see my red blood stains and be reminded that not every fruit is the same
and for the ones who find just fucking around is good enough until marriage
well, maybe you should date guys who are into fetishes. Because isn’t that what you want, a fish with meat?
Too many times fludity is just a masquerade waiting for a Jane Austen man
Galloping on his horse from a distance
Ooh darling you can give me your feminist queer theory all day long
while all that is queer about you is late like last night’s dream
and all that is feminist about you is just by being a woman
talk to me baby when you can’t cling to your safety status quo image: white, the pretty that is expected to be adored, and, when you realize how forced to love you are like the rest of them.
Stole all of me
like a thief is the knight
killing the Queen of diamonds
And you place your flush
like I was playing with you
with your feelings called a fluff
and dance around with a wall of arms…’
but I’m tired of feeling the tiger’s heart
I’m tired of the open of my open heart
that has burned me for too long