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 Polygraph Heartbeat Song by Song

19 June 2018 | AG 12
by Amed B

A Better Time

I bought the steel mandolin at an auction. It had no case and no strings, helpless like a chrome baby in my arms. Kind of hard to play, but easy to make it sing – steel fairy dust, shooting sparks of light like a luchizm painting. Who can really say wh

Polygraph Heartbeat

“You can feel your heart beating, pam pam pam pam...” this is Arthur Lee singing. On his solo album he has his guitar on his back. Good title: Vindicator. Casual love for an instrument. Ted Nugent, Michael Schenker, those guitar dudes with their great

Only Your Heartbeat can’t be Beat

The sound of a distant riot in the night, periodic flare-ups of angry voices in the hallway, the neighbours letting go of the forks and spoons and going straight for the knives. Your heart may skip a beat; beat against your chest; stop beating altogeth

Endless Reflection

By Blake Baxter, this tune at some point broke my heart, but maybe it was just sunday afternoon post-rave sentiments, a kind of high-definition digital afterglow, minus serotonin, aided by fatigue.

Can I say this is a cover simply by adopting t

Night Borders

The undertow of the normal is that people may flip. The undertone of the day is the fact that night is coming, with borders or without.

Minus the Bloodshed Waltz

Change the battlefield equation minus the bloodshed.  Preference for a slow ¾. A ragtime also should be played a slow as possible, kind of a like a drag. Or at least that is what Scott Joplin said, and he had a right to put his foot down. This is

Breakaway

Pygmy tribes, lord of the flies, break away, against the grain, against the tide. Abbé Guichard, Billy Blanco, Couperin, Ponce, Lutz Ulbrich, Zez Confrey, Jimmy de Knight, Tampa Red, Leigh Harline, George Botsford, Turlough O’Carolan (drinking man), Sc

Polygraph Tremors / The Banshee

In the novel Petersburg (1913), Apollonovich - young version - wanders the city with a time bomb in his jacket, not really so sure what is real and what not, not really able to decipher surrounding codes, victim to fantasies of spirituality. W