for your * pleasure – fedora the explorer
By Kervin | March 8, 2010 | No Comments
well hey there, studly and stubbly muffins alike. i’m really excited to have the ball rolling on this feature, as it’s a great platform for me to share with you and not feel like a skeez or anything because hell, you’re realistically an abstract smudge concealed or congealed by a keyboard and the various switch-offs network-to-network on this wild-west, rootin and tootin thing we call the internet FOR ONE, and also because i’m going about this from the mindset that, “hell, there’s no reason for me to collect all these great bands just to hiss at other people enjoying them, so fuck it, i’ll share,” FOR TWO. so, anonymous patron of the blog, may i happily present to you another enthralling installment of what i’ll consider calling FOR YOUR LOWBROW AUDIOPHILE PLEASURE.
Better get started listening to this one now, as it takes a while to get moving. Know what, quickly grab your headphones and plug those suckers in, cause I’ll be the first to say that this group cannot be thoroughly enjoyed through crappy macbook speakers. ok, so you’ve got some 40mm drivers glued inside the cans strapped to your head with the volume turned up as loud as it will go. go ahead and click the link that says THE KILIMANJARO DARKJAZZ ENSEMBLE and get ready to sleuth the fuck out.
HERE BE DRAGONS is a fucking masterpiece like brick was a fucking masterpiece — under the radar and dark as hell. the band name is a misnomer, there’s less jazz here and more jazz club. if you can listen to this group and not instantly be assaulted with the image of a dimly-lit, blood-red brick wall, haze of expensive cigars, fine scotch, made men and dames ala my 1920s wet-dream back-door password-is-charlie-chaplin speakeasy, we’re not friends. or we just don’t talk as often as we should. i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again: if it makes me want to don an expensive rabbit-wool fedora and .38 snubnose cautiously resting in a hand-crafted worn-in-from-time leather shoulder-holster as casual attire, i’m all for it.
flea
By Kervin | March 5, 2010 | No Comments
whatever’s in there, i want you to trust me to know
however it’s in there, just carve it out
a dense sense skirting on the verge of a slight suggestion floating through
as seen on tv
By Kervin | March 4, 2010 | 1 Comment
ok, i get it. auto dicer, bean dna splicer. set it and forget it.
now then, the next one. slap it, chop it, pour it all in. life is hard enough.
and after, a good time. pounds melt off, easy if you try. six easy installments.
goodbye, television. goodbye, bleached teeth. good bye, sun-soaked skin
a choking, desperate sense of relief
looming lake monster
By Kervin | March 3, 2010 | No Comments
i’d like a cigarette, please
a kick back and puff sort of ease
i’d like to know why, you
a relative short summation for a fool
here is a page, here is a pen
i’d like to continue, can’t you see
i’d like to have a lot of things
workin man’s blues
By Kervin | March 1, 2010 | No Comments
golden dollar paint smudge
and a spent sense of sincerity
breathless lofty blues
smuggled in cloaked dagger dark
and i spend and i spend and i spend
twice half what i earned
ramblin
By Kervin | February 27, 2010 | No Comments
i remember your face looking different
the angles hanging in different mannersall persuasive for a time well-spent
it is still there, but now there’s a change
something softer, this peculiar droopi will take out my stitches now
nothing lost in the transaction of flesh
i wrote this two hours ago, and in re-reading it, i’m not too terribly proud of it. however, i tried new things with composition, so i guess it’s a successful endeavor. your feedback and criticism would be appreciated and encouraged. fire away.
making up, making out
By Kervin | February 16, 2010 | No Comments
hello, world. apologies as always for not being very diligent blog-owners. i can’t really say if anyone is brewing up any good articles for the coming days, but i’m sure we’ll have a day of down-time from jobs and schools and other, better blogs who don’t hit you and ask you for money and always complain that it’s not enough because the shoes you want are really expensive, goddamnit why don’t you love me anymore.
but i do have something that somebody wrote and anonymously emailed me that i think you’ll like. it is called: WHO KILLED KERVIN BOLTS
ok folks. i’ll see you in court.









