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22 21 20 @doug_leonard 19 drove me from inside the bar to the back patio. There I joined a “School’s In” Japanese businessman/fellow Dutch greenhorn who must have Crud’s Corner felt the same way about that damn ruckus. He caught me wincing by Crud Phlegming and offered me temporary comfort in the form of a cigarette. I noticed that it was Pepsi’s brand (No not PEPSI cigarettes, my It’s midnight in Holland. A rather obnoxious wave of friend Pepsi’s cigarettes) and that got to thinkin’ on me. You humidity has occupied this curious little village that skirts The might say that me and Pepsi are outsiders in Balogne’s tour world Hague and it’s left us all in a state of downright soggy swampi- in the same way that me and Toshi here are outsiders to this tude. I’m having a drink in one of those uniquely Netherlandish evening’s strange Dutch happening. After making that connec- all night wicker joints. I couldn’t say exactly what it was that tion, many others began appearing to me. For example, my sour pulled me into this particular exotic dive. Maybe it was the oddly relationship to the rompus in the bar might be akin to my inability inviting wicker gargoyle out front, the chortling man playing to connect with the Most Balogne hysteria. My being drawn into accordion on the roof, or perhaps it was the indefinable light ra- this all night wicker joint might be akin to the pull that brought diating out from within - bursting through every little split board me on tour in the first place. The unexpected enjoyment of this and window. Speculation aside, something told me that within, strange gin drink might be akin to the mysterious story that I past the wildly perplexing veneer, there was something to be think I’m slowly chipping away at on this journey. Therefore, in discovered. Inside was an opportunity to, as the locals would put accordance with the logic of this metaphor, this dusty, canopic it, “seek my woades.” jar with a lid in the form of a brooding penguin that was abruptly I have the infamous Nashville native Pepsi McDermitt given to me by a one-legged gentleman clad in seriously only a to thank for orchestrating the conditions that put me here. See, burlap hood must represent some unnoticed, or as of yet undis- we’ve been slingin’ gobs of deli meat tees, me and Dermbo, covered, arcane reservoir stuffed with ethereal truths that will be from the merch table on superstar Most Balogne’s “School’s In” given to me by something...um...unexpected? European tour. When the sweet rumors of this tour fell on mine Mr. Balogne’s future plans include bounce houses for own ears, I reached out to Pepsi, who worked for Balogne, and those without homes, enough pinwheels to generate infinite pow- I asked him if I could tag along. For some reason, I felt a strong er, and continuing to collect bug spray for his DEET drive to fight pull to further explore this “School’s In” phenomenon. A pull West Nile. I will continue to follow my intuition (what I call my coming from something many layers deeper than the surface sto- “Mind Sprite”) with the faith that whatever it is I’m after will at ry - Balogne’s mission to “save this slushed up world by educa- some point reveal itself. tin’ the masses ‘bout clean energy shiz and feedin’ all ‘em hungry ones,” in other words, this year’s most grand example of a money “They say that music don’t feed no one, but I’m like...deli machine cloaked in some shiny, righteous philanthropic pretense. meats does.” - Most Balogne Anyways, we are halfway through this tour and I’m still asking mostbalogne.bandcamp.com myself, “From where has this mysterious pull of mine originat- ed?” Well, whilst soaking here in the thick Dutch air and sip- ping this inexplicably satisfying concoction of tuber gin, mango chutney, and hard seltzer locally know as the Amster-Damn It, my mind makes yet another rabid attempt to draw a conclusion about my current situation. “It’s obvious you’ve hopped this cold cut gilly wagon in order to figure out what you have, or should have, in your life that makes you as ecstatic as the fans you’ve seen at these concerts.” In their shoes, you see the lights go down and you hear a low rumble as the gargantuan meat locker stage piece opens up and your cultural icon Most Balogne, shrouded in fog, cruises out in a slamm’d Mercades Sprinter sporting an appropriately lame wrap that reads, “You Gonna Learn Today!” Thick purple smoke begins to spew from the van’s impressive top mounted exhaust as Balogne gets out, reaches up to the large, kitschy fake freezer knob on the side of the meat locker, and turns it from “Sucking Power”, past “Indifference”, and down to “Conserve the Green.” The pageant progresses and you wade in elation as the band plays all your songs. The show closes when Most Balogne, along with twelve other (hopefully well compensated) people dressed as slices of pepperoni, emerges with a t-shirt cannon. He yells “Ya’ll hungry?” then begins firing hard salami into the crowd while ask- ing “How ‘bout now?” The show, as a strategy for environmental education outreach and sacking world hunger, is ineffective at best. However, it’s one hell of a spectacle. ...and so was the incessant clogging that eventually
18 17 “Did it come out in the 70s?” Kurtstina asked, maintaining “Any way,” All That continued, “this old bitch that lives a straight face. across the street kept walking her scraggly ass poodle in Dreamweaver Part 1 front of the window, and I thought, you know, one day Terri By: Lebbie Marrow “Yeah, I guess. I mean that is when all the classic rock is going to see that dog and jump through this front window came out, am I right?” All That smiled at his own cool. and kill him. I went outside and told her she should stay on her side of the street. She told me to control my dog and Dreamweaver Part 1 By: Lebbie Marrow “Whew! I don’t know what they put in this nail stuff, but it “It’s ‘Dreamweaver” by Gary Wright. Bingo had the album. mind my own business. I flipped her off and walked back will about get you high!” He grinned and Kurstina had to I used to listen to all Bingo’s albums when I stayed with inside. No sooner was in the door than Terri had busted Kurstina had worn thigh high socks and rolled the waist- admit, he did have good teeth. ZeZe.” out the window and torn that poodle to bits - I mean there band of her uniform skirt up two times to get it short was blood and body parts all over her and the sidewalk like enough. This resulted in a two day suspension, just as she “It’s an acrylic polymer.” She said flatly. Bingo didn’t like her messing with his records, but nobody, somebody had exploded a freezer at the Kentucky Fried had planned. She now sat in her uncle Bingo’s nail salon, not even Old Domino second guessed ZeZe. Kurtirena Chicken.” having a set of long acrylic nails applied. The technician He ignored her response - very All That - and began twirling had told her that ZeZe gave Old Domino the scar that ran was having a hard time getting smooth coverage because a bottle of nail polish between his fingers like a baton. The across this upper chest. Before they were married, they “Gross,” Kurtstina muttered. of the high arch of Kurstina’s nail beds. tech gave him a slightly irritated look and turned on the UV were making out in Old Domino’s car. He tried to put his drying light and fan. hand up her skirt, so ZeZe grabbed an empty Coke bottle “It was that,” agreed All That. “I went out, and called Terri “Drop the ball and then let it flow for a minute before you off the floor board, busted it against the dashboard and down - he is well trained. She is lucky he was still tearing at start brushing it out,” Kurtstina said to the technician, “and “Put hands in the box, don’t move them,” she said to Kurt- sliced him across the chest. A few inches higher, and she that poodle’s carcass, I mean the bitch should have been put a tiny bit of acetone on your brush.”. stina as she dropped her brushes in solution. She marched would have cut this throat. She then got out of the car, took away, her flip flops angrily slapping the tile floor with her off her heels and smashed out every one of his lights. She grateful, you know. Terri would have and could have just as easily gone for her too, but she started screaming that she “You do nails?” the tech asked. every step. began to walk back to town barefoot. Old Domino followed beside her in the car all the way, bloodied and begging her was going to call the police and a bunch of shit about me, “Nah, but I read a lot, especially chemistry and science All That sat down across from Kurtstina. “I got news. Dom- forgiveness and promising to treat her like a queen forever. and I just got right up in her face and said, ‘Go ahead and stuff.” Kurstina loved learning; she just hated school. “Do ino’s super impressed with my work - so impressed in fact She told him to fuck off, but eventually, they got married. As call them. They aren’t here now, but I am.’ Then I grabbed some cute nail art - maybe a dolphin or something - and that he told me to go pick out a fucking Mercedes today - a concession, for two generations, every girl born had been her nipple and twisted the hell out of it.” All That paused her add some rhinestones.” That, Kurtstina thought, ought to can you believe it? I just wish my old man was still alive to named after Kurt Russell. ZeZe loved him ever since she to gauge Kurtstina’s reaction. He wondered if she would be be good for at least another 2 day suspension. see this -” He seemed about to float off the tech’s stool. He first saw him in The Computer That Wore Tennis Shoes. offended, frightened, impressed, or maybe even aroused. grinned, flashing those perfect teeth again,-”why don’t you Kurtstina didn’t react at all; she had heard worse at the She was looking at herself in the far wall mirror, wonder- come with me? Help me pick it out?” “Mystery solved,” answered All That, pulling the cassette dinner table while she was still sitting in a high chair ing what she would look like with pointed bangs when from the bin and holding up his hand for a high five. she saw All That walk out from her uncle’s office. His real “Help you pick out a Mercedes?” Out of curiosity, she asked, “Did she call the police?” name wasn’t All That. His real name was Jamie, but she Kurtstina kept her hands down at her sides, “I just had my always thought of him as All That ever since he got drunk “Sure, why not? Be sure Domino’s money’s being well nails done,” she snapped and turned her back on him to “Not that I know of,” shrugged All That. “I got a big piece of at her sister Kurtirena’s wedding party and did the most spent? What do you say?” walk towards the door while All That headed to the cash plywood covering my window, and on Monday, she had a pitiful channeling of Queen’s “ I want it all” that could ever register. for sale sign in her yard.” exist in the universe. All That was always bragging, always The UV drying light shut off. Kurtstina pulled her hands out,
name-dropping about who he was making deliveries to - he slipped her rings back on, surveyed her nails, then slung “You should tell Bingo,” said Kurtstina. “He might want the As All That started up his car, currently a Toyota Corolla, took money bags aka “lunch” to the governor, he took party her hobo bag over her shoulder. She was bored. house for Domino.” packages to country movie stars, he once drove some he said, “Mind if I stop by the condo on the way? I need to check on my dog.” All That lived in one of the properties rapper to the stadium. His dad had been hired muscle, but “Sure,” she said with a shrug, “Why not.” When they entered the condo, the smell of sick dog shit All That didn’t have the stomach or the balls for the tough Bingo had acquired for Domino when Kurtirena wanted a knocked them back. Kurtstina pulled her jacket up over her place to live in during college. Now that Kurtirena was mar- stuff. He thought he was some second generation icon, but “I need to find a cassette tape before we go,” All That said nose, trying not to gag. ried and living elsewhere, All That lived in the condo and Kurtstina just thought he was nothing but the worst kind of as they walked out onto the sidewalk of the strip mall.
managed the storage of supplies that Domino needed for wantabe - a middle aged delivery guy. Turtles Music was the record store next door. Bingo owned “Damn it, Terri!” All That shouted. At the end of a trail of another arm of his business. that too; he owned the whole strip mall. “There’s this song, diarrhea that began at the back door, went all the way to All That caught her eyeing him and shook his feathered and it HAS to be the song that is playing when I first drive the living room and ended behind the sofa, sat a huge blue “You have a dog?” Kurtstina asked absently as she blonde hair. He styled it like Farrah Fawcett in the old Char- my Mercedes. I mean, I will remember the moment forever; watched telephone poles go past. She was already getting pit bull dog wearing a massive cone around his head with lie’s Angels. He had a big blonde mustache too - he looked it is a life defining moment, and I have to do it to that song, bored with this adventure. So far all All That had purchased stitches in his face, front legs, and side. like a faded replica of Geraldo Rivera. He was so stuck but I can’t remember the name of it.” was $5.00 cassette tape that wasn’t worth a shit as far as in the 70’s Kurstina was surprised he wasn’t wearing bell she could remember. “It’s the cone,” All That said almost apologetically to Kurt- bottoms - oh wait - he was. “Who’s it by?” asked Kurtstina, wondering how a person stina, “it just freaks him out.” Turning back to the dog, he defines their life by a song they can’t remember the name “Yeah, a pit bull. Terri - that’s his name – he’s a bit of a grabbed his collar behind the cone, and said, “Come on, “Hey Kurstina, aren’t little girls like you suppose to be in of. She was alternating blowing on her nails and shaking handful. People keep saying I should get him neutered, but let’s go out.” school about now?” He asked as he folded his arms so he her hands to be sure her manicure was dry. hell, I don’t want to settle in for a nap one afternoon and could flex his biceps. Of course, this covered up his vintage wake up without my balls, so why would I do that to him?” “It’s a bit late for that,” snapped Kurtstina. Born to Run t-shirt, so he unfolded them and leaned over “I can’t remember that either, but I remember it has a big All That laughed at his own joke. Kurtstina kept looking out on the nail table. His biceps were at Kurtstina’s eye level. solo, like a totally astronomical solo - it was a big hit, and it the window. To Be Continued… He smelled like Old Spice and Tropical Scent Tide. is about this guy journeying through the night. I mean, it is perfect. It is my song.” 16 15 49 Yes, your Ideal Self is merely the opposite of “bad around the room; something featuring our dearly Phantithesis # taste” pettily projected -- a mirror of this “them” you departed, red-faced teacher -- and now us. excreted. But we are a portrait. And I want you out of my face immediately. You are correct -- it is a slideshow of defaced pho- tographs. One student grins indifferently into their School’s in submitter Réactionnaire-garde Yet, you ignore the very corporeal agency wielded to phone at it. Inbox enter me in the first place. I do not want you to trap Read his body language. He feels muted by volume. me here -- screaming behind graffiti, in a cognitive He recalibrates his emotional equilibrium between x purgatory, damned to be known as tomorrow’s de- nothing and everything every nanosecond. He sur- faced, weak-classic in a diminished future. vives via a materialist’s zen that is deflated nothing- The réactionnaire-garde, from French, “reactionary guard” ness. He is a true prosumer god. StickGit Trash
(i barely got time to shit) He still …the master of mass incarceration… down holy roller holy sweep Sol 18 shifts every day. Train of Thought Oh… then can your word act as an eraser? streaming and it’s gone the shortest by Morgan “Mo Christo” Allred Just to keep the darkness away Ephesian 6: 5 -- that one that said slaves (What You Don’t Know) And you takin a day off? trains now for lack of Hello Sols, You still expectin to get prayed too? Should obsequiosly appreciate their nature.,.. by Amy Jackson My radiant fellows.. 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El sol and we were created Broken reperations… quest meanwhile the clouds above the With that same shiune inside us... good morning, you you’re a Mama’s boy, Bro he gave me this look… Oh and if you can… traffic stopped some smooth building We dont just have souls That made my core flip… now your mouth out full in a wide pink We are sols We wouldnt mind the 40 acres… ALL THE KINGS HORSES interrupts the pieces come in back- Galatic Like this one got some sodom he need wiped of Thatd be cool... but in truth… by Karak “K2” Arnett yawn your mouth down slugging the wards making more sense surreal the Cousins with heritage seperated by light years… him… Keep the mule… travel mug Name it trump… put its name on it The grass is always greener when sky is full of clouds for Howard We each shine with our own lights Woo… I was like… Another ass in his favor… a strange place again in my mind a lan- And mine had dimmed till torching the lawn Finster he’s up there putting faces on Forgive me lord… And After contemplation And stuffed my gamorrah deeper in my pocket. guid dream a baker’s dream of delicate Dont you speak anything about being great again Shes the one who got away the timing each one he says get back on with i was reminded I was being brash… yet on it… was wrong recipes a welder’s dream of merging I kno that i radiate with flaming rays… I aint tryin to dishonor the world anything on it. … thats why im here... your zig zag, girl get back in with your Rolling in wave A queens heart is always darkest played disparate elements in the night of dream- Lets be honest we trying to be greater. light equanimity to the bubbling sea of Trying to elighten the darkness Ive never made a world… Speak a rich word like a pawn ing during the day plumb the depths of We spend much time fightn.. This one … eh its aight… That teachs us communal wealth meeting at the checkered angles of right us humanity planet bulging with veins Prolly cuz that pitch black murk I mean its pretty good. night night work through grooved pave- And to make families of our neighbors… vs wrong and lightning quasars at night electric That i find so terrifying Just uh … to give it gravity… ment Bump Groove Grind i want to make Is where all my fears are hiding… you missed a day… One that needs no limits of borders.. Just equa- When you kill a love that cannot die light still a miracle somehow So of course i have to rise each day And we had some problems… tors… What will you do to make amends the signs still feeling it, blind still steering To defy them… So look … dont even mind the prayers Tell a word that shows that culture is cool. now that’s some kind of serious wonder Such a feat has gravity when you multiply it Im confident i know whats the problem… It’s that real love of the purest type the peaceful state of Genevieve the To be appreciated… tasted… savored… But all the king’s horses couldn’t pretend rinse, repeat Each sol is universally capable But i need your help to solve them… Let it also remind em that appropriation… colors of the walls change when she Go head and try it. So ill tell you what wrong… and you do the talkin’ That your love could ever put her back With Only waters down its flavors. touches them and on their own the Just one more word. If you will… together again… I aint gonn deny it… some times i get to firey’ That whole “let there be light” trick telephone poles switch to schooner I reminesce like only a sun can… That was done awesomely,... I know you gonna be tired What’s Lactic Acid Like Burning in silence… Toss one back, take her home to ravish So i dont know where to start ima just hop on it… But last… not least… masts and she’s off in the middle of your to the Mind? Of a time when instad of putting out fires Speak some lightpoles onto our orbital paths Dim the light on patriarichal fires… Digital distraction like a sandwich to the conversation Cause such an inflagration it tests the patience of The route chosen for these sols Can you put out fires??? famished by Spoke N-Words the creator that provided it. Was the one less taken… the Moon is waiting for the night trains to He aight… i go 7 days straight trying to create The route can be rough Well hopefully they havent She trembles in your grip a world illuminated entirely… and stilll aint tiring/…. With black holes that lack any hope… overtaken us... but you feel no connection fly to it for the Welcome to sols day. And hearts full of desperation Scorching all the effiminate greatness as you count the shallow blessings of airplanes to glide on silver rails What’s lactic acid like to the mind? Are And ill tell you why it is… So speak to us of community That helped create us… these notches we just exercising your brain muscle So together we can face... I was made in a womb make some zig zags in the parking lot I know where the creator be.. You see. . . And if you can… From celestial greatness… in your possession on my way in sudden as a laugh as light memory? Titillating your fuckboy In my wiring… concrete so we can lay the pavement When you kill a love that cannot die Got there … knocked and waited silently Make it easier for the ones behind us.. Awakened… and and she grew as feeling 19 all the unused dental floss tendencies until you can successfully See i had called first… Who have to take it. me into What will you do to make amends He just kept on swipin it… n so i orbited in through Speak a word this sol It’s a real love of the purest kind waiting inside in their encouraging little masturbate your own sense of self into the back door… again That doesnt take the past away… that you see before you But all the king’s horses couldn’t pretend boxes the best intentions of the world All bright and firey… But makes us realize what way we should be this reality where one must grasp that you With the earth a moon in view of all its luminence... That your love could ever put her back curled up on the facinui If i didnt have her shining before me together again… haven’t lived until you learn how to die? Was like and make the present in movement--- elusive write some positive erotica a long Oh Lord… they told me you were takin a day off.. Speak a word to make sure our time with it Id never have known what to do wit it. Well this is an attempt to look 6 feet deep I wasnt buying it… told them they was lyin…. Is never wasted silk love letter to my red make it right There was once this queen she ruled under the world we’ve known but not yet But you really lyin there..’ But speak a word And Im thinking that we scathed her. above all else again I’m tipping it over now you can’t That after its heard And i am sorry for anything i had to do with it understood. This composition explores For a second he was silent… Makes sure the future is our concentration… Ladies… sorry for my firey behavior Pedestal powers dethroned my heart to see you don’t even know me I’m ripe and Opened one eye on me Since there is where lies our true liberation… In truth… My sols shine will never try a shelf I deserve to be truths that are indefinitely self-evident and Then in a words only known to the sol Give us light that shines with our own deliberation Thought I killed her from the kingdom He spoke… Some more of yours would be fine… if you let me Anything but to make you greater… me now again with my jumble head my unable to be sanitized or deodorized.... turn off the light in here… take it. So wOmbman… if you doin it… me too. but she came back fonder Or better yet… just let us borrow some… Show those foolish men Resurrecting herself circus head in the if you have ever wondered why music Forgive me lord… Whenever you hear us prayin… That we aint stuck on earth made her will grow stronger jumble field the circus fields the sea was a manifestation of the truth to the I scoffed Speak a word that lets us see the fallacy of forced sols… make celestial movements Hell to the naw naw naw indoctrination Well God… damn.. fields in the picnic bed with the bit torrent souls of the people. AndGeorge Clinton You turn it off… Some thing that can take the thoughts control With all my horses and all my men Cuz im about to brighten it… And set them free without breakin… I guess thats it… well I couldn’t let you walk away in the on download this the coal-black birds insisted that “We Want the Funk”, it is Matter fact free the sols Not too much… just a couple mo’ prayers for end in the jumble house of the tumbledown A day OFF? I Thought i was made in your like- From black codes, red lines improvements because funk the truth....fucking.... bring you back by my side, mind the jumble mind ness… And gentrification Should should only take… maybe a couple mo stinks...A stench that currently clings to But so far… days? i been worked 9 of em. Dont forget both days… long lost lover I sure could use a ukelele and some Straight… fast food and cigarette breaks... Old jim crowe shedding skin the vessels of these shrewd, insightful 12 hour shifts… And the new jim crow But if you can do it in one… ill prayer barbecue a moonlit night and a very and after i get off Although Just Babel those… deep dive and slightly arrogant motherfuckers who Ive got talkin that needs walking Idk why he actin like he changed faces And ill go… under the covers slow dance under shimmer trees the so i got no time sit We all know… new or old… Back to making sols out of hued men K2 2019 train comes just then and the bar goes call themselves...Poboys. 10 9 try not to think about if you have to trace the truth is whether the free over the word truth the world preview of TNT you‚Äôre getting because at first stilted by a fear of is as open is about to expire expiring or the outside to receive you meaning you know you can be alive instead without threatening won‚Äôt be able to finish in a way the world appreciates even what you have watching this basketball game taking pleasure in the comedy of a pen and what you like and remind yourself running out of ink which is ok as it was when you would walk to not be embarrassed which is why through neighbors‚Äô yards by your control i traced the truth to begin with to get to publix to steal candy Dear Mayoral Candidate,
Thank you for your willingness to step forward and provide your service as the head of a growing Music City. As the typical back-and-forth of pros and cons of our rapid growth is often discussed repetitiously at forums, we would like to extend an invitation to participate in a Mayoral Roundtable for Musicians to share ideas about the relationship between the creative class in the music industry and Metro Nashville government.
when the construction workers DRKMTTR Collective will kindly host the event on Monday July 8, 6-8PM.. An all ages music venue and get to the worksite vegan cafe in Nashville, TN. DIY born and raised // DRKMTTR describes itself as “A place for all your next to my house creative needs.” my home, a place needless to say Moderated by Daniel Lucca Pujol, an artist, published author in prose and poetry and a respected of solitude songwriter residing in Nashville, TN. Music City is the home-base for his eponymous musical project, the foreman i learned today tells them ok through one of the more vigilant of our many Pujol. In 2018, Pujol co-founded the magazine Salt Weekly with owners of Nashville's Packing Plant intrepid news media outlets i need you Gallery and Elephant Gallery. He writes and curates for Salt Weekly. all that a majority of americans have to go around and hit dirty assholes Criteria for the super inclusive roundtable will be met by one of the following: all the nails the culprit again is toilet paper which quote ● Qualified by the Davidson County Election Commission to be on the Aug 1st, 2019 ballot for the to make good just moves shit around general election as a Mayoral Candidate and sure beyond end quote ● Member of a local band any quiet shadow of a doubt so ● Participation in live performances that they are really i got to thinking ● Studio work on an album associating in the wood secure - go so Due to the large field of candidates, we do require basic understanding AND participation in the local while i long as what theyre saying about america music scene in Music City to be included in the roundtable. try to sleep still isnt just fake news in the still morning aimed at destabilizing Proof of meeting the criteria include: having to get up the global cleanliness ● A physical copy of a recording featuring the candidate: tape,vinyl, or CDs anyway but still hierarchy ● A print-out from Discogs.com, or similar website, that the recording exists like does a house which is real ever keep i read about it in ● A demo tape of a current project such a hammered certainty? a book that must mean Depending on responses from qualified candidates, we may have the opportunity to “jam” after the scratching roundtable in the venue. We ask that the candidate please provide their own instrument. your hemorrhoids open bleeds now the new Thank you so much for willing to help keep the relationship between Metro government and the local populist music scenes in tune, as we look to a new harmonic dialog to include those communities that have patriotism helped shape the soul, tone, and timbre of this town.
We ask that you RSVP by July 1 so we can make accommodations. Qualifying proof can be brought to the roundtable. Thank you so much for agreeing to help play Music City.
8 Adam Iddings 7 A Regretful Act of Defiance By John J. Coche
Were I to climb into a mine And pull from it a diamond I might just find that in some time That diamond hasn’t brightened
And when I’m home and all alone I’m dreaming of enlightenment So when I roam towards the unknown That I may not be frightened
I won’t think twice about this life That I have manufactured ‘Cause with a knife I’ve carved in strife Onto memories I’ve fractured
And in a year if I’m still here I’ll celebrate in silence And if you’re near you may just hear A regretful act of defiance
Stay In School, Kid by Your Mom
Do the math It’s mandatory “choice” Carve your path Employ your voice
Not a jail, but a maze Olivia Trotter Take this challenge in stride Because it’s a phase With reward on the other side
So, stay in school, kid Seems like bullshit But you’ll be glad you did It’ll be worth it @pujoldotrocks
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Damn the Money! I’m here and down to clown, T the House Take Against what I feel is wrong with this town. ‘Protecting’ a ‘sacred’ process they’ve built their gates Erecting arbitrary walls to save their place, Nashville’s transportation woes are multifaceted. With the boom in population over the last few years, commutes They guard the power cause their finger’s on the press, are getting longer, with traffic over the highways becoming more congested each day. In the absence of a more compre- They exercise control for those safe enough to bless. hensive public transit system, anything beyond the use of personal motor vehicles is just not tenable. The bus system is The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a tweet, The proof is shared daily, weekly on the scene. inadequate and in sore need of a thorough re-evaluation. Picking up the slack are third party rideshare companies like Reading the Hot air Taking up the front page, Uber and Lyft. For more modest distances the weary traveler might go with an electric scooter option such as Byrd or Smelling the occluded back ends sitting on the fence. Lime. But the complaints against these alternatives are far reaching. Rideshare apps are cost prohibitive with regular use Finding the entrance to your own downtown is barred especially among the peasants of the service industry. Scooters have become a public nuisance, their corpses litter the The reactionary nerve is to call it defense. walkways and fatalities are becoming a more common occurrence. Seems their defense is just the loss of prestige, I have a proposition that will not only alleviate the difficulties of commuting in our wonderful city, but will also ren- Protection for their privilege at any length. Protecting their thought-theft is the daily chore, der the continued operation of rideshares and scooters an impossibility. I propose that Nashville’s historic Broadway and Free.Thinking. guardians tryna close the door. surrounding streets be purposefully flooded along with the entirety of I-440.A private consultation between Mayor David Afraid that the people may ask for a little more Briley and the Army Corps of Engineers revealed that, yes, indeed this feat could easily be accomplished. A series of Than the CHIT they get. The CHIT they get. dams and levees could be built along various areas of the Cumberland River with very little increase in taxes. This would The CHIT they get. The CHIT they get. also create more jobs for the steadily declining sector of construction workers. Once flooded, all effected buildings would The CHIT they get. The CHIT they get. The CHIT they get. The CHIT they get. be lifted to water level via heavy duty pistons. The tallest buildings would be outfitted with ski-lifts and gondolas, providing Defense? CHIT, it’s antidemocratic war a fun and expedient method of transport for workers, residents and tourists alike. In addition, a thriving industry of taxi- An unironic ‘cool’ press a richman’s bore. boats could easily be implemented, employing the displaced homeless population as drivers. When broached about the possibility of an exclusive contract with Uber’s new maritime division, Uber’s CEO Dara Khosrowshahi was quoted in a Oh yes they say it’s ‘defense’, they say it’s ‘decency’, recent phone conversation with city planners “it is a great idea and certainly not prone to complete failure.” Limit democracy unapologetically It’s no secret that Nashville is teetering on the edge of either success or failure. As Nashville continues to grow, The same/inconsistent lies with de-press-ing frequency, They say “We had to do it to keep the ‘process’ clean” these next few years will be crucial in deciding this city’s fate and a competent transit system is integral to this. Flooding Well whose life? Whose privileged life? Nashville on purpose may sound extreme and indeed it may be. But Nashville could become the Venice of the South, and Whose the audience they’re bowing to? you can help make it a reality. Whose life? Whose privileged life? I tell you one thing, it ain’t me and you. In late August a secondary meeting discussing the plan will be held at an undisclosed location with business owners on The arrogance, CHIT, its everywhere, Speech underfunded for a corporation deal. Broadway, the Army Corps of Engineers, OSHA, Peddle Tavern™ A locked up reality based on fear, (to discuss the company’s rebranding to Paddle Tavern™), Uber, Dierks Bentley, and Congressman Jim Cooper. Show ‘Protective’ bullying to stop you feeling real. your support for the project by writing a letter to Congressman Jim Cooper at www.cooper.house.gov or phone his office Well ain’t got me, when they’re ethically wrong, at (615) 736-5295 . Contact Governor Bill Lee at (615) 741-2001 or David Briley on twitter @MayorBriley Ideas armed with guts & fun, I’ve got my song... Banned by the Press, well O.K. I never much liked playing there anyway. Guts. A Humble Proposition by, Connor LeSeuer @allah_debussy
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