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EXPERIMENTAL REVIEW
BEING AND SHOWTIME
Beverly Fresh performs a multimodal review of the latest book by philosopher H. Peter Steeves.

“We’ll wait for you.”

Don’t rush just walk. “Time is when god,” we aint going no where. We giving directions like like we selling quarter waters

See its Hotter than July but we all coolin up here.

MILES DAVIS
Black Satin/on the cornerAt 3:14 freedoms Just around the cornerGit up with it. Black socerers in alley way Miles runs down the voodoo Foots Prints Betty Marbery

Chorus and refrain the

promise in the pain

Art Ensemble of chicago/ GreatBlackmusicSun Ra’s ship has landedAncient to the Future indigenous to the land on which you standing

In a silent way Big Fun Water Babies playing in the street

Brentwood native.Eric and Parrish, Kool DJ Red AlertShante and the Real JVC ForceNobody beats the Biz South Shore Mall Memoirs. Flavor in your ear Craig Mack bad boy all comes from the black church.

Eulas Pizarro

Beverly Fresh & The Whisper Present
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This is a song of remembrance.
Of a lovers howl moaning to feel that which has been lost.
To remember the feeling of what was and all has fallen between. This is a song of remembrance
To old times and “smiles for all”
raise your glasses to whats here for now may soon not be at all.
Yes, this is a song of remembrance.
Of dashed hopes and puffed out pride.
Of ambitious dreams of moves on the fly(dolo from state to state).
You buy I fly yes, this is a song of remembrance.

Eulas Pizarro

Beverly Fresh & The Whisper Present
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VOICEMAIL INTERVIEW
CALVIN LEE REEDER — High, Low & Inbetween— dusted rambler Calvin Lee Reeder leaves cryptic voicemails and Beverly Fresh pens a nervous profile of the rouge filmmaker.

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Beverly Fresh & The Whisper Present
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The ground beneath us
Rolled, folded and encased.
Time-locked inside of a reality that seemed precious.
The escape was there.
Obvious to one who could see it.
I dreamt the reality of this moment now wishing to be it.
Folded now in half, foreign pain meets domestic desire.
Like a thing that makes the ocean seem louder, its just enough to make the illusion feel real again.
Like women talking across great spaces. Talking out of windows, speaking into the wind. They’re tired but cannot sleep so instead they float and peer around corners listening to every word said.
To help past the time holding conversations in hand gesture and pantomime.

Eulas Pizarro

Beverly Fresh & The Whisper Present
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There, there below the shelf of the sky our despair was all together abandoned as we inched further into oblivion.

The space between the breaths; the time is now escaping us while we spin and whirl around the sun. Our hallowed 60 now reduced to 59. something seconds of earthly bliss.

These quiet moments allow for small steps each without doubt or wavering reservation ambling in a dark place inside a cavernous abyss. Dividing the time in half hurling through space we discover a new time paradigm.

We come and go again and again.

Eulas Pizarro

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WEIRD RAP PODCAST
NEW KINGDOM — Special guest King Eulas

WRITTEN ANALYSIS
— Eulas Pizarro
In Jason Furlows Lucille, the wolves and strangers inject a certain fear and alarm in the songs narrative. His characters inhabit a fractured psychedelic netherworld of juke joints, hustlers, women, spirits and ghouls. One senses Robert Johnsons hellhounds gaining on us as we approach a cross roads; the sound of a train far off in the distance.

Spirits also abound in the form of “Black Magic Women” and alcohol. Maybe there is a spell at work on all the players present?

The fact that the man who has been entrusted by BB to keep her safe and has unwittingly become her undoing further chargers all their interactions. We now descend into a spiraling Inferno of debased desire and mistaken identity.

The appointed guardian will deny this role to delight in all manner of pleasures with Lucille thinking maybe he "might have to stay around after all" as he assess what manner of debauchery to further engage in. Just who’s beck and call is she at?
This guardian occupies the space of an African trickster and provocateur a visitor whose reason for being could be malevolent or friendly we somehow cannot tell just yet.

The guardian is equally unsure where, why or what dimension he finds himself but is not altogether uncomfortable with his lot. All the while the wolves and strangers continue to circle like sharks stalking their prey as we hear the guardians plaintive cries...

“I promised BB I would keep em away”.

-NOSAJ FROM NEW KINGDOM & STEEL TIPPED DOVE
Lucille, NOWNOWNOW

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