Folk

Success!!!
likes itself and it looks so good in the mirror
walking down the red carpet.

Success!!!
is a story you hear about in the news
this is our hero of the week

Success!!!
lies buried in little incremental shadows
that, won’t be seen by the um..hum New Yorker.

Success!!!
That’s all they, them, we care about
how can I align myself to this Success!!!

I can tell by the, our conversation
where on the ladder you’ve considered my climb
I know by your sincere pretense that you want nothing to do with me

but where were you when success seemed so fair, so equal
far out of reached, and yet like moths we’re starving towards its glow
and where were you when success was just a small room
a dying plant, no AC in the summer and freezing in the winter
where were you when I needed a friend.

Love Laws

Can you forget the love laws
and for one night feel the ache
in our curves? You’ll show me where
it hurts the most. Could you forget
about your tongue harnessed
in the Reason of the world? It draws
a rigid line our bodies refuse to bend to.
We’d forget how to construct a sentence
and listen to what is said in a moan
resonating in our eyes, lips, hands
from the pit of our stomachs; speak
a new nonsense. In a moment
we’d lose ourselves in a sound,
like that night, during awkward small talk
desire lingered in the space where
you and I begun. Knowing how to
hold each other, we danced.
We didn’t have anything
but skin, the salt from our eyes
the sadness in a kiss.

Cliche

But now that it’s all gone
don’t cry for me
think about the times we had together
the good times
we danced in the middle of the street
in the middle of our living rooms.

Loving you, we gave each other
everything inside of me
my light says that I’ve made progress
I’ve reconnected my heart to my mind
I’ve reconnected my soul to my being
and beautiful it says

something we should never let go was at my center
essential to my existence, we gave that to you as my torch
and like a fickle god we reined your rain on me, and cared like a human.
We cared while you’re a friend of the cyncial, you are a friend of the scoffing to the ultra sensitive
while I’ve discovered that a cliche is only overused when you’re overtly sardonic.

Love Song #3

anticipation is your smell everywhere
even in the unescapable stench of my dungeon
the prison of my mind of meaningless malodorous 
function sweats an immutable sterile sink
in my dungeon, but I’ve been painting  new colors
over the mod prints, I drew a protrait of you smiling in crayola.
anticipation is wanting a beautiful idea to stroke you gently like the rising sun
being carried by a choir of her voice, magically you land me softly at my destination…

Come Cover Me

With your joy.
With your pain.
With your laugther.
With your tears.
With your voice.
With your mouth.
With your hands.
With your body.
With your…

I’m lost in what I can’t have
lost in wanting you

Wanting your laughter
to echo through my vertebrae.
Wanting your mouth to sew against mine.
Wanting your voice to sing my name.

Love Song #2

My bright eyes light up when it sees your name
I want to sing lovely when I hear your melody
walking through my burning thoroughfare 
lights me up when you do anything.

I can’t pretend even when some nights are just accidents
only an accident, a treasure you can collect by the shore for you
those rainy days when there’s nothing to do, so you can recollect
a time when you were crazy: driving 90 on a 30 stretch, not slowing down
for speed bumps, you’re a drive by, you’re a wave crashing in, a gush killing with no exit.

My eye sees what it wants and is clouded by intelligence
as all that’s available is the ridiculous richness of contact, even when you were drunkard
all it sees is your trail of blood, making my nose raise to the gash of air finished
like a lonely as a wolf wandering for his scent home.

On Washington Heights Free Radio (WHFR)

Next Wednesday night at 8:00 (new time), I’ll be on the radio again playing some tunes that hopefully you’ve never heard of, or like so much you want to hear again, and again.   My radio show is called Broad Strokes and it’s on Washington Heights Free Radio (WHFR).  Broad Strokes streams live off the web every last Wednesday of the month at a new time 8:00pm. 

I, Calypso Sally, that’s me, try to play a broad range of genres, stretching from indie rock, pop, alternative, noise rock, hip hop, reggae, dance hall, metal, calypso, funk etc.  It’s sort of a mixed bag.  I also have live acoustic performances.

Magnetic Island

Last month, I had the amazing Magnetic Island play a live acoustic set, you can check it out here.

I recently recorded with these guys on the single Subterfuge (coming out soon).  

Subterfuge began out of a jam, and then later, the song developed into an epic tribute to a friend and former bandmate of Magnetic Island’s lead guitarist, Lisa Liu.  Joe Graziano, the friend and former bandmate, died earlier this year.  

Magnetic Island is gifted, passionate songwriters, talented musicians, and just wonderful human beings.  You can download their wares at Cash Music, and stay tune for the release of the single Subterfuge

Bringing you stories, live events, and much more, WHFR tries and remains independent of any corporate sponsorship.  So, if you like what WHFR is doing, you can donate by contacting them at info@whfr.org.  DIY forever baby!

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: roarplanet@gmail.com.

Love Song

Am I only treasure you can collect by accident
for those rainy days when there’s nothing to do
so you can recollect a time when you were crazy
driving 90 on a 30 stretch, not even slowing down
for speed bumps, you’re a drive by, a killing with no exit.

My eyes light up when it sees your name
I want to sing when I hear your melody
walking through my burning thoroughfare 
lights me up when you do anything.

The Frolic

I’ve lost my place in this thunder
ringing clear what I have
haven’t gained, with this losing war
I’ve won something.

I’ve lost my place in this thunder
that tragic lightening struck
paper-clipping my worth together.

I need an exorcism done
to baptized my worried hands together
and into a pit of strangers I’d dive
un-bruised by bravado’s curses

I’d dive into circumstanced tidal wave

I the interpellator
lose
myself
I hail i
lose
this champion.

The Pessimistic Corona Ad

Billboard apparitions that might just come true

soon enough
painkillers will wean
the barely noticeable
yesterday with its nausea

forgetting how to walk
withdrawn flowers
will set like the sun 

soon enough

Jesus won’t be
the only holy one
the Devil’s company
un-pleasurable

masturbating
will never make
you come again

soon enough 

nothing to choose from
nothing to tell
losing all the spit
in your mouth 

soon enough

you’ll become
as the many
faceless mimes
configured bodies
shuffling in a deck
confabulated shadows
in a fish-market

soon enough
someone will call for rain
and you won’t have an umbrella.

Fetish Breed

She wants to genetically engineer her experience
so she can have genie expression kids with big curly hair.

A man, a tall black man with light eyes is her worship
I want a black man with light eyes she says
because they make great babies.

I want a white man with blue eyes
so my kids can look the way I want them too
milk all those treacherous paths written on my skin.

A week of radness.

This week started off, well, great. I went and saw a show at the Knitting Factory, on the mother of all school nights, Monday.  But, it was an opportunity to listen to Object‘s new works live, catch-up with friends, and then as a cherry on top, reaquaint myself with The Netherlands.

The Netherlands is a power trio out of Brooklyn, NYC.  I saw them maybe about two years ago, when the line-up included a female bass player, now changed to a dude on keys. 

They were on my 2008 list of bands I totally dug.    And I’ve been meaning to see them perform ever since that one show when they had blew my mind, so much so I bought all their cds. 

With their own sort of pyshedelic, punk, soulful grunge rock, you might suffer a head or neck injury from head thrashing to their music.  

Here’s the video I made of the Netherlands using my Flip:

I took a few shots:

Magnetic Island

 

On Wednesday, I had my radio show, Broad Strokes, on WHFR

 This month, I invited Magnetic Island, another fave of mine, to play a live acoustic set and they were freaking awesome. 

So gifted, just this week Magnetic Island dropped a demo that you can check out at Cash Music, and you can listen to the Broad Strokes broadcast here

Broad Strokes’s March 31st show

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.

Bringing you stories, live events, and much more, WHFR tries and remains independent of any corporate sponsorship.  So, if you like what WHFR is doing, you can donate by contacting them at info@whfr.org.  DIY forever baby!

If you missed last month’s show, you can listen here

 Playlist

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: roarplanet@gmail.com.

Quiet

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.

Fludity and Queerdom Ends at Marriage and Your first born: The Falsehoods of Bisexuality

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.

Games

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

Object on Broad Strokes

Last month, I invited Object to play live on my radio show, Broad Strokes, and it was pretty awesome to say the least.  They played an acoustic set with all new songs, and as I type, one of these new songs is being mixed for their next album!

What I love about these guys, one of the many things, is that they are so incredibly talented, sincere, and down to earth.  Okay that was three.  They are definitely good people, and great musicians.  

Today, while listening to the acoustic set, I thought if I had never seen them live and I just heard this acoustic recording,  I wouldn’t  expect the all encompassing swell of sounds from their electric live sets.  That’s how adaptable they are.  They can move to any element with ease, and without pretense.  All in all, Object can play some rock and roll.

Anyway, I’ll be hosting another Broad Strokes hour live on Washinton Heights Free Radio(WHFR), this Wednesday, March 31, at 9:00pm.    New tunes to feed the soul!

Bringing you stories, live events, and much more, WHFR tries and remains independent of any corporate sponsorship.  So, if you like what WHFR is doing, you can donate by contacting them at info@whfr.org.  DIY forever baby!

To listen to Object’s acoustic set and interview go here.

You can also read the Tom Tom (a magazine about female drummers) interview with Maria here.  She was featured as drummer of the week in February!

And if you haven’t had enough of my obvious obsession with OBJECT, you can read this.  Hey, I like what I like for reals.

The Death

It emaciated me, the lost resonating its empty space
I feel it everytime as I sit still, letting the silence come over me
in the shower, walking to and from work, during sleep… The silence
that kills the most, when you’re left alone with longing thoughts 
untagged and saved for those special moments when the nights are longer. 
I feel it everytime I try and satisfy that part of me with old and new faces, awkwardly
attempting to connect on any thread.  You have a relationship with things the most
I fill my empty space with cigarettes, spirits, pills, tears…  And it grows obtuse now
since there’s nothing enough to feed its insatiable vacancy.
So I put red roses, white lilies, and yellow daffodils upon the places invaded the most
I close my eyes in farewell, and beg for comfort.

You Look Good… As You Suffer

I wonder at the many compliments I’ve received because I’ve lost weight. This morning, the receptionist at my dentist’s office wanted to know what diet I was on. Oh, if she only knew it wasn’t an intent, but suffering.

If only I could patent suffering, mine, my longing as a diet plan, I would be a very wealthy, unhealthy person. For all to admire at how much I’ve lost in such a significantly accelerated motion.  You’d know the day it began. If you we were paying attention.

I marvel at my own response to the sudden regard. I feel like at least something “good” came out of suffering, even if I was to be turned inside out, and any person, reasonable or not, would be repulsed by what I looked like on the inside: a soul that no longer soars, but who’s wings have been clipped; a mind that is stroked with obsessive thoughts of yesterday’s singular mistake; a diseased liver; blacken suffocated lungs; and a broken heart that can’t even catch every other beat.

Oh yes, I’m very happy to be thin!

Broad Strokes Live Tonight at Nine

Tonight at nine, I will be doing my monthly radio show, Broad Strokes, on Washington Heights Free Radio (WHFR).  To listen to the show, go to WHFR and click on Listen listed on top of the menu bar.

It’s been awhile since I have done a show.  So, I’m trying to keep my anxieties at bay.

However, I am excited, because I know this will be fun.  Especially since it is for the first time this year, 2010!

The show is live and direct from WHFR’s home: an apartment in Washington Heights.

I fine this inspiring, that you can do anything once you set your mind to it.  You can have a radio show in your apartment if you can dream, believe, be flexible and most of all endure.

Because I’ve been M.I.A for awhile,  I wanted to include so much on this broadcast.  But there is no time.  What I will do, however, is explain my absence on the air web.

WHFR has been experiencing some technical and financial difficulties, such as needing a new computer, and being a non-profit/grassroots web station they have and are doing most of this out of pocket.

Bringing you stories, live events, and much more, WHFR tries and remains independent of any corporate sponsorship.  So, if you like what WHFR is doing, you can donate by contacting WHFR at joe@kracfive.com.

Playlist

She Moves She by Four Tet
Head Techician by Object
Vertical Rhythm by Gossip
Ambling Alp by Yeasayer
Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division
Down in The Park by Kirb & Chris
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart by Alicia Keys
You Do You by Bear In Heaven
Surrounded by Your Friends by Hooray for Earth
Silver Trembling Hands by The Flaming Lips
I Quit Girls by Japandroids
Destruction by Willowz
Repetition by ZAZA
Dance Alone by Transmission
Beating St. Louis by Shilpa Ray & Her Happy Hookers

By the way, if you know of a band(s) that I should be listening too, or you are in a band that wants to be on the program, just send me a shout out: roarplanet@gmail.com.