Broad Strokes

Last month I did my radio show, Broad Strokes, on Washington Heights Free Radio (WHFR), and it was a blast!  I was so relaxed, and perhaps even funny. 

I really enjoyed the playlist I came up with.  I think it’s probably one of my best. 

Anyway, this show is dedicated to Paul Squires, an amazing poet and friend who passed away recently.  Miss you Paul, you were the lantern in the darkness. 

Read his blog, it’s amazing.  

You can listen to the me, Dj Calypso Sally, here: Broad Strokes.

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Here’s the Playlist:

Love Me Girl by Yeasayer
Turn It Up Prod. Supa Koopa by Epsilon Project
Ni Una Sol Vez by Spouse
Chase the Tear by Portishead
D.A.N.C.E by Justice
Living in America by Dom
Before Your Birthday Ends by Suckers
Let Love by Res
It Is Not Meant to Be by Tame Impala
Subterfuge by Magnetic Island
Tin Man by Future Islands
Cloudy Shoes by Damien Jurado
Reminiscences by Ariel Pink Haunted Graffiti
Never Gonna Give You Up by The Black Keys
Infatuation by The Rapture

I will be on the air again this coming Wednesday, August 25 at 8:00 p.m. with the band, The Boy With the Ice-Cream Face.  The name of this band reminds me of a William Carlos Williams poem: The Red Wheelbarrow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

 

 

 

Boy with the Ice-Cream Face will be playing a live acoustic set, so check it out.

Also, if you’re in a band or know someone who is, and would like to be on the show, please email me at roarplanet@gmail.com.

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Shadow Box

With your, I think about every scenerio
my mind is big, and therefore I think…

Do you have a shadow box? Even as
when the morning is bright?
And what do you do with it ?
Have you ever wondered what if you
were asked to dance naked in front of
well… friends, would you ever try to be yourself
in front of a narrow mirror?

Victim D

I needed the darkness
through these lamp pool nights

a dark, an a eclipse
chasing silhouettes goodnight
through this sprawling surface of limbed shadows

like my plant on my windowsill, courageously it will survive
too much light cooking its green leaves brown, it screams a wonder
what if my existence depended not on the sun, a star, nor the light from the moon?

Keeping owl hours, like a demon of the bats battering in the night
I need the darkness from this artificial light. 

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