OKA Podcast #36 – Mrs. Maisel, Circe, and The Invention of Lying

It’s go time:

Stop by and say hi at ourkidsasleep@gmail.com

Much love,

J&M

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Untoward 11.13.19

unfurled

dare i say

uncoupled

this westward expansion

paired

with a north star, unseen

until the weight of wrists wrought of inconsequential repetition

prevents the furled

from pointing upward

j

Live at Oyster Ridge: Ghost of Paul Revere (Video)

Working with Oyster Ridge has not only allowed me to capture top notch talent, but also to fulfill my goal of working as a performance arts videographer, and develop that part of my creative brain. This song stuck with me all summer and dare I say, it was one of my festival favorites. When we got back from the festival, it was the first one I wanted to edit because it was such an enthralling moment in their set. So you can be sure Ghost of Paul Revere is now a regular on my Spotify!

Now if you’re in Wyoming or neighboring areas, and are interested in learning more about Wyoming’s largest FREE music festival, please visit www.oysterridgemusicfestival.com. It’s a phenomenal labor of love and it’s a wonder to see it come to life each July! See you next year and bring your friends!

July 24-26, 2020

So enjoy this brand of holler folk from Maine, and please don’t forget to support Ghost of Paul Revere at www.ghostofpaulrevere.com, they are outstanding!

j

Noteworthy 9.21.19

Hi folks, how about this wonky week?! Here’s to the next one!

Recently, I heard about a group of Nigerian filmmakers making epic movies on their smartphones. There is so much hope in my heart watching these young kids doing the best with what they have. This is the definition of taking the reigns of your craft and progressing at all costs. This is talent, passion and commitment coming together. I applaud you from afar, young creatives. Keep doing your thing!

You bet your ass I watched the Raul Julia documentary this weekend. My goodness, he was astounding onstage and I would have straight up murdered to see him live. Much like any person of color who aspires or once aspired to make the theater their livelihood, watching his story unfold reminded me of the insurmountable obstacles to becoming a working and successful theater practitioner. I have learned that Raul was proud and unapologetically Puerto Rican, opened the doors for so many, and lived an incredible life. One of the great American actors of his generation and an inspiration.

Also, shout out to u/TheDeadpooliNAllofUS for sharing this gem of a cover in the Radiohead subreddit. Lots of gold there, one of my favorite communities.

Be well this weekend and make art, make haste.

OKA 25 – The Funny, The News, The Spooky Scary. (feat. Coffee & Bailey’s)

Okay here we go!

On this episode, we’d like to share our first reaction to Bill Burr’s hilarious new comedy special, Paper Tiger.

We try the Reddit News Headlines Recap under a time crunch, and Maddie gives us some immediate responses after checking out the movie adaptation of Stephen King’s IT (the first chapter). Scary spooky movies are definitely not her thing.

Come one, come all! Have a good week, folks!

J&M

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OKA Episode 23

Hello folks!

Here we have an interesting episode where we talk about two things and then some:

First off, we discuss Amazon’s Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, a delightful award-winning series we just started watching. If you haven’t seen it, stop by for a listen!

In lieu of picking something off the headlines, Madd and I thought we should look at reddit for inspiration and decided to check out the top headlines from this past week to find one uplifting headline. Might be the way to handle headlines moving forward, we’ll see!

And lastly, we wanted to get into the Disneyverse for a moment and talk about one of our favorite movies from childhood: Aladdin. We may have gone on a magic carpet ride express tangent about Disney’s insatiable lust for power, remakes, and our anticipation for Disney Plus. What the hell Disney, shut up and take our money…

Bye friends, have a great week!

J&M

Noteworthy 8.25.19

Hello Void!

Hope the weekend is treating you well. We’ve gone and had a good time so that means less time in the household to write up a new batch of noteworthy links. But better late than never!

Ben Folds was a staple of my college playlists. Some songs of his still take me to that special time. He recently came out with a new book and he’s started to share some of his songwriting wisdom. Here’s a little segment from earlier this week on morning television.

I’m considering taking some of my blog posts every now and then and turning them into something tangible, like a little zine. I would do this often as a kid, but the practice fell out of favor in my mind over recording like a madman. I’m thinking it would be good for me to step away from the computer more often and use my hands to create something. I long for the organic and tactile more than ever. In my research, I found this great issue in the great Reddit community of zines, by u/thecorndogbaron, entitled: Cookies as an Allegory for the Loneliness of a Human Heart.

Need a pickmeup to get the week started? Check out this old clip of Buddy Rich dueling Animal on Sesame Street. Hard to keep a smile off your face!

I leave you with one of my favorite songs growing up. Included in the superb Mission Impossible cash grab “Inspired by the Motion Picture Soundtrack,” Powderfinger came into my life at an impressionable time and their track guided years of uncertainty as I began my teenage years. It rings with so much melancholy for me it’s insane, but it’s a hell of a song nonetheless.

Be well and make art, friends. Have a great week,

j

Stone Hearted (from Prompt 19)

The feeling was scratched

on our weakened bark

Drip drop of a hell I never wanted to be a part of.

Yes, it came back to us this night. Of all nights.

The night of fog and clearing roads

Losing my favorite pebble

thrown around when it felt at times

jagged, sometimes,

or when it stole the warmth from my hands

and now the wet leaves

blue on my shoulders

ecstatic at my refusal to stay

constant as I challenge my direction

and the timpani between my eyes

and the heartbeat of the sluggish

curled up in your heart

where they have festered

all this time in your stead.

My skin imitates the moss in your head

where they last saw you

calm, still, in the forest

I almost relived your path

The crunching leaves

The limbs hopped

The hope limber still

Until the path spit us out

into thicket

Hard brush and rain ever constant

But I ran into the dark

heavied by the water

guessing for lights unseen

looking for paths unmarked

but in your stead

I found the precipice

j