Jul

22

Song in Plaster: The Dave Clark 5, “Catch Us If You Can”

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Four of them are handicaps.
Public Record, Friday:

10:43 AM – Three teenagers reported running through Center City Park and shouting. One attempted to ride a dog.
11:17 AM – Man reported his ex-wife stole his waterslide.
11:32 AM – Three teenagers reported for running on Main Street and shouting, and for indecent exposure of their buttocks.
11:56 AM – Suspicious looking dog reported in Center City Park.
12:15 PM – Man reported three teenagers Read more

Jul

20

Drawn Song in Plaster: T. Rex, “Cosmic Dancer”

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cosmic-dancer
One night, just after we were engaged, we tried to learn the foxtrot from a book we got from the library. She does not read directions particularly well. I still help her with knitting directions. Unfortunately, I don’t read directions particularly well either. It doesn’t help that Read more

Jul

16

Song in Plaster: Wilco, “Candyfloss”

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That bubble is nearly lethal.I’m the boy that dropped that box of pins. I’m the boy that wakes up at 2:00 and 4:00 and 6:00. I’m the boy with an expression of honest surprise on my face, even when my surprise is dishonest. I am the boy whose demise is imminent.

I’m the boy that looked blankly at the floor covered in pins and pricked every finger in the process of picking them up. I’m the boy that nudged you at 2:01 and put my arm across you at 4:02 and kept the light on for only as long as it took to gather my clothes for the shower at 6:04. I’m the boy who tried to plaster up his face with a look of surprise even though I knew days before you tried that you would. I am the boy whose innocence and body are both corruptible.

I’m the boy with each finger bandaged with those spot bandages that Read more

Jul

15

Song in Plaster: Sleeping States, “Rivers”

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It takes a solid minute for the song to become more than nonsense, but when it does it's worth it.

[The first minute of the track is nonsense, after which there is a proper song. Don’t be discouraged, skip ahead.]

That morning we found it hot and muggy inside, but walked out the door into a cool morning. We returned inside for sweaters. We remarked about the way that a good rain cools off, and that last night, coming back to the car from the restaurant, the pavement still hadn’t cooled and radiated a vapor up at us. We walked down to the river, along the path filled with rough rock and green tree light and animal excrement. Mostly animal excrement.

You sat forward in the bow. You being a whisp, I ascended the Read more

Jul

14

Song in Plaster: Little Wings, “Scuby”

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What a beautiful giraffe.

Scuby walks up and down the street. He sees a man in the uniform of a shopkeeper. Oh, he thinks, a shopkeeper. I’ll ask him. He approaches the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper looks disapprovingly at his attire, red overalls and a shirt complementing the inebriating attributes of tequila. Shoes made of raccoon pelt. Oh, Scuby thinks, small minds in small towns. Golf-club wielding idiots. Not used to true individuals such as myself. That’s a clue. He greets the shopkeeper with a maximum of joviality but the shopkeeper wears an expression like a frog pelt (a frog pelt being a thing Scuby has witnessed).

“Sir, I’d like to ask a question if I may.” The shopkeeper, sitting on a bench in front of his shop does not move but follows Scuby’s jutting Read more

Jul

13

Song in Plaster: The Byrds, “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere”

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I am my beloved's.

Now, listen carefully, because it’s true that I have a couple of demands. That sounds so strong doesn’t it? Demands. So demanding, yeah? I get the feeling that you guys know what I mean, so we’ll leave it there. But, first of all, I just want to be sure that everyone’s extra comfortable. Is it so? Excellent. We’ve also provided each of you with a gift bag. Some goodies. No peeking! Seriously, don’t peek, Twenty-Six. I’ll keep it. I don’t have to give you anything, Twenty-Six.

So, demands . . . I know! How about this weather? Raining without ceasing. And so cloudy. Freezing rain sometimes. But here we are. Here you are. Don’t feel Read more

Jul

10

Song in Plaster: The Cyrkle, “Red Rubber Ball”

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Song was written by Paul Simon. These guys sold a great quantity of records.

I’m a little soft. I don’t do this kind of work as well as I ought, but we do get a lot of sad cases come through, sometimes individuals without a lot of money. Why do they come here? I really do not know. I couldn’t begin to guess. This place is supposed to be fun, right? But a lot of times I think they’ve got memories of some little vixen broke their heart, better times maybe. And so they come here and they walk around and they mope.

But this one, short guy, black hair, one of them turtleneck sweaters, walks up and just stands here a bit. The ride I was on is called “The Circle” and it basically just whips you around in a circle for two minutes and lets you off. It’s a centrifuge for Read more

Jul

9

Song in Plaster: Beck, “We Live Again”

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He is becoming saran wrap.I

My dog poops solid gold.

Oedipus lets his father live, lets the chariot pass with only a minor quibble, but smacks him firmly on the ass.

Put down your pail, let it go, kid. Home is where the heart is. The wilderness, that’s where God is. Just kidding. Moses thought that. Oh, he was right, and look where that got us, the Hebrews.

Watch it. Finn, you’ve had enough. Go home. Fine. Hand me that last load. Finnegan! Saints. Is he okay? After that fall? I don’t suppose so. God rest him.

Lilacs out of the dead land.

II

It’s like the gold rush around my yard. Read more

Jul

8

Song in Plaster: Grizzly Bear, “All We Ask”

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FRAGMENTS.

A: I remember the enormous carnival. I worried about shooters. You took me to shoot little metal pans and do some shots, and get my mind off of things. I did not want so much gin and I did not want any cigarettes. I probably had six ounces of your Seagram’s gin and three cigarettes.

B: I can’t believe we trust our children to these carnies.

C: My grandparents once let me ride this ridiculous Read more

Jul

7

Song in Plaster: Bibio, “The Palm of Your Wave”

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I don't know how I feel about this street.

“The Palmolive Yew Rave” offered young people the chance to become more familiar with the company’s products in a casual environment surrounded by like-minded peers. They’d looked into it and it appeared that their target demographic had continued to age and, against the expectations of some of the more optimistic folks in the marketing department, would someday go the way of all flesh. This realization produced a sudden fluster of concern in the hearts of the company executives. “Everything seemed to be going so well,” said Lester, the company’s Chief Creative Officer. “Success is a fleeting prize, like a bird hidden in a bush.”

But eventually the company hit upon the idea that Read more

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