Josh Read. Also... Aaron Claxton, Betsy Wright, Drew Marks, John Bustine, Evan Berodt, Dave Bryson, Derry Deborja, Joe Winkle, Mikal Evans, Noel White, Josh Wenk, Robert C, Hash Vyas, Brian Clancy, Jesse Rivkin, Etc.
Influences
"I had a hard time getting up, because I was tired from the day before. While I was shaving, I wondered what I was going to do and I decided to go for a swim. I caught the streetcar to go to the public beach down by the harbour. Once there, I dove into the channel. There were lots of young people. In the water I ran into Marie Cardona, a former typist in our office whom I'd had a thing for at the time. She did too, I think. But she'd left soon afterwards and we didn't have the time. I helped her onto a float and as I did, I brushed against her breasts. I was still in the water when she was already lying flat on her stomach on the float. She turned towards me. Her hair was in her eyes and she was laughing. I hoisted myself up next to her. It was nice, and, sort of joking around, I let my head fall back and rest on her stomach. She didn't say anything so I left it there. I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold. On the back of my neck I could feel Marie's heart beating softly. We lay on the float a long time, half asleep. When the sun got too hot, she dove off, and I followed. I caught up with her, put my arm around her waist, and we swam together. She laughed the whole time. On the dock, while we were drying ourselves off, she said, "I'm darker than you." I asked her if she wanted to go to the movies that evening. She laughed again and told me there was a Fernandel movie she'd like to see. Once we were dressed she seemed very surprised to see I was wearing a black tie and asked me if I was in mourning. I told her Maman had died. She wanted to know how long ago, so I said, "Yesterday." She gave a little start but didn't say anything. I felt like telling her it wasn't my fault, but I stopped myself because I remembered I'd already said that to my boss. It didn't mean anything. Besides, you always feel a little guilty."
Sounds Like
Truth! stark, naked truth, is the word; and I will not
so much as take the pains to bestow the strip of a gauze
wrapper on it, but paint situations such as they actually
rose to me in nature, careless of violating those laws of
decency that were never made for such unreserved intimacies
as ours; and you have too much sense, too much knowledge of
the ORIGINALS themselves, to sniff prudishly and out of
character at the PICTURES of them. The greatest men, those
of the first and most leading taste, will not scruple adorning
their private closets with nudities, though, in compliance
with vulgar prejudices, they may not think them decent deco-
rations of the staircase, or salon.
there was a band formed in ought four called Revival. made a record, rehearsed, played shows, drank beer and whiskey. one of the guys was rudely kicked out, some of the guys left for another band, some of the guys kept on going. for a while. then it was only one of the guys. threw that old record away, made a new one. put it out with a label from dc, sold a few, not enough to make everyone happy. got released. made another record. put it on the shelf due to snowflakes in the band.
and now again in flux. been the story for many wonderful years now. Revival teeters on the brink of oblivion once more, only surely to be saved by the graces hidden so well in forests only the old folks remember with clarity. starting a new record. new family. same songwriter.
Thank you so much...this page is the older more musical material, "Lament's" page is more of an art project, still musical, more experimental/ambient....hopefully more poetry and better editing up tonight on that page, I'm working with another gal on that project....Elizabeth is going to sing on more of the songs on this page....I do all the instruments on both....thanks for taking the time to add us (again:))....Keep in touch....Warm Regards, Matthew