Buzzer Beater

Running, running, running,

half a block down, I hear the train rumble through headphones blaring,

scaring, whizzing by old ladies, taking their grandkids to school,

my own backpack clapping against my spine as I fly down the hill,

up the stairs, MetroCard in hand, swipe it at the turnstyle,

turn a hard 90 degrees, I hear through the breeze rustling nearby trees:

“This is a Manhattan bound 2 train, the next stop is-”

jumping upstairs 2 by 2 with toward the 2 train the 2 doors closing I reach the platform,

and race for the doorway, like my feet haven’t met enough of the floor today.

Ding-doong. Already warned to stand clear, I throw my body into the open space, and just

barely beat the closing doors, as they seal shut on the first try, and into the sunrise and

working day, the barely open eyes of mine and fellow train passengers ride. -RSM

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Fall Back, Spring Forward

So the time for rhyme has climbed through the grime

of despair and clarity has shone through the calamity,

singing and dancing along the streets and the beach

means Summer’s on the way and it’s here to stay, but

a personal war cannot be forgotten, a powerful enemy

slain and put in chains, making every blooming flower

a sweet reminder of a personal victory so fervently fought for.

What a horrible Fall, only to Spring back up after a long hibernation.

All is in order and the horizon has no sign of the sun setting, or letting

the demons of Autumn return to rule so unrighteously.

Frightful were those times, but they have since passed, and although left us weary,

leads me to heavily believe in the fruits of slingshot theory:

Hard times don’t mean the world is done,

couldn’t be further from the truth;

Hard times may hold you back for a time,

Only to spring you forward, into the sky, through the roof.

What Music Does To Me

A light string strummed on a cold day,

A percussive mastermind strikes

while sitting on the hard pavement.

A playlist on Spotify sets the tone

for the rest of the time that passes along

before the sun sets and the moon plays her song.

 

A band on stage captivates the crowd

as the young women flock to the forefront.

Moshers behind them let out their aggression

while the sound guy takes a drink to forget past transgressions.

A million minds in their own little world

as music activates their soul’s ear.

 

I sing, I dance, I play some myself

whenever I feel that time allows.

I yearn to float like a rain cloud that pours

so when I feel the music vibrating my bones

I spill my heart out on the people below.

When they feel my rain drops they will know

what music does to me.

Oldies

Father, father we don’t need to escalate,

As the singular flame emits from just beyond my screen.

Picket lines, picket signs, brothers and sisters

how will we unite under such strife?

Brutality, so punishing to you and me

when all anyone ever wants is to feel free.

Mother, mother, everybody thinks we’re wrong

even Marvin met his demise in a violent way.

Products in, garbage out,

money in, receipts to follow,

too much society is harmful if swallowed.

Maybe I’m just a city boy,

playing with that technology toy

but somethin’ ‘bout these old songs

makes me want to sing one.

 

If war is not the answer, and if occupying parks isn’t either,

then the Man got some thinkin’ to do,

the People have done their fair share.

All the while, Coltrane was a musician of few words

which makes me wanna ask “What’s happenin’?”

to the men in suits who form that crew

of superhero/villians under the Red, White and Blue.

The people in the camo signed up for a better life

yet the people with the little flag pins in DC

send them to fight battles that are as irrelevant

and cloudy as what ISIS really stands for.

Money is the key to unlock the riches

the squares keep for themselves, yet

with every march, chant and V mask

we creep along, creep along

as society hears our friendly song.

The Breakfast Diet

There’s a new craze among young adults across the nation, but not necessarily throughout the world. It’s called ‘The Breakfast Diet,’ a food eating pattern where one has a meal within the first hour or so of waking up.

The word ‘breakfast’ is actually pronounced like ‘brekfist’ in English, which translates to the act of breaking a fast, or an overnight hunger strike, if you will. Scientists do not research the phenomenon, but scholars maintain that breakfast IS, in fact, the most important meal of the day. The Breakfast Diet is a great way to harness large amounts of life force energy for the day that lies ahead. Nutrients from foodstuffs consumed provide protection against evil spirits like fatigue and irritability.

There are many ways to enjoy trying the Breakfast Diet on, like a new pair of skinny jeans:

-By yourself in your home. This works great for introverts!

Man having breakfast alone

-With a loved one at a diner. Or a loved two or three . . . if you’re into that sort of thing.

Two Women Enjoying Hotel Breakfast

-At a fast food restaurant, although it may give you more of a stomach ache than peace of mind.

mcdonalds breakfasts

 

-At a Bed & Breakfast, a hotel-like location more popular in the ancient 1900s where breakfast is served and beds are supplied.

bed in breakfast

-At a hotel, which does the same thing as a Bed & Breakfast but is way more legit.

hotel breakfast

 

Believe it or not athletes around the world swear by breakfast, as well as other people who eat breakfast. You may not lose weight right away by trying the Breakfast Diet, but I do promise you from personal experience:

It feels wonderful to wake up, eat something you made yourself, and not spend the rest of the morning thinking ‘What the fuck is my life?’

Try the Breakfast Diet. It will take your fucks away. – RSM

Cigarettes on the Balcony

I sit in a chair suited for a poor king.

Jacket open, wind swirling about

as I light a cigarette and put it to my mouth.

Inhaling what’s no good for me, I ponder

why the pigeons change directions so abruptly

as they follow the wind currents, flying

unpredictably as the the air’s force coerces them.

A feeling of peace enters my nervous system

as I exhale into the sun. Free. Serene. Euphoric.

I look down at the streets below me and think of

how many tiny humans exist from here to Long Island.

How different and similar it would be to live somewhere else.

This little moment of clarity reminds me

that we all take smoke breaks here and there

and there’s no shame in it, even if you don’t smoke.

This overwhelming peaceful feeling

that invades my body like nature’s hippie bacteria

is nothing short of a miracle;

I let my body hang over the chair

and soak in the sun.

Contra La Corriente

Certain songs leave me paralyzed.

It’s not easy to relive childhood memories

when growing up is all that’s on your mind.

Singing along to Marc Anthony

was my reality across this living room

twenty years ago.

It’s on VHS tapes

that will never see the light of day

except for family gatherings

of rarity and importance.

I exist as I always have, yet

so much has happened since

I was in diapers.

My life has seen many a happening.

throughout this experience I’ve danced,

sang, laughed and lived too many times

to not say it all brings me back to my origins:

Salsa music, the living room

where I’ve always lived

now a beautiful collection of framed pictures

each recanting memories of sonrisas y bailar

and trips to places I never thought I would go.

I don’t know how to fail because

all is never lost if I can smile

through all the personal tragedy.

I was born to laugh

and trained to work hard;

a combination that left other

dancers in the dust.

Be it plaques on the wall

or lighting up the eyes of others,

I live to be happy.

Of all the hard times, accomplishments and

memories for better or worse

the smiles resonate so radiantly

and I am proud of who I am. – RSM

On ‘Adult World’

As I watch other poets

retell their fake lives

on this nightmarish eve that falls

a strange sense of jealousy comes over me.

Am I living mine or giving mine to them?

As Ms. Roberts goes on her own journey.

 

Good gone bad gone bored gone to be mystified

by the hypnosis machine of old.

How awkward things have gotten in the realm of Ms. Roberts.

I love it. Tres adventurous. She just puked. – RSM

The Trials And Tribulations Of Being A Band Leader – An Uncensored Account by Sean McClain

[Editor’s Note: The opinions expressed in this article are solely that of my brother of the electric strings, Sean McClain.]

The Trials and Tribulations of Being a Band Leader

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This is a guest article by multi-instrumentalist Sean McClain.

When I was 17 back in June of 2008 I bought my first guitar. I had just graduated high school and had gotten my first job ever as a delivery guy for a drug store. With that first paycheck I had bought my very first guitar (the first of 4) when I bought it, I had no clue what a chord was, I had no clue what the names of each string was, I had no clue if I should buy a left handed guitar or right handed guitar because I play most sports left handed even though I’m a righty. All I knew was that I just finished beating a game called Rock Band where I had gold starred every song on the game so I decided to take it to the next level, and that was going from a virtual guitar with only 5 buttons to playing a real guitar with 21 frets and 6 notes per each fret for a total of 126 notes on my guitar.

To think I would be a leader of my own rock band 4 years later. Those skills I learned soon after buy my guitar, like how to finger chords (famous dirty guitar joke…finger the g string lol) the names of the notes and how to apply music theory have all stayed with me to this day. It happens to be thing I try to teach to my fellow band members.
Before I was the leader of my current band Solitaire Revival which is now called The Revival Experience I was the rhythm guitarist in another band called MY M.O. It was great times and I was basically shown what it takes to run a band by the groups band leader Dion. We would practice once a week every Friday night. Most shows were on Saturdays. We had flyers, posters and Facebook invites to our shows. We never had like a stadium-sized crowd or even a crowd big enough to fill the floor of the main stage at Webster hall. But word did get out and family friends and fans would come and see us. My time at MY M.O. Was short lived, after a year the band had broke up because of some creative differences that turned into personal differences. There was one thing that bothered me about playing in MY M.O. it was the fact that it wasn’t heavy like Nirvana, Jimi Hendrix, Thomas Erak or Metallica, my music icons and what I want my music to sound like, it wasn’t grungy, it didn’t make your head bop. MY M.O. Was ambient and light sounding. It was soothing and relaxing. Nothing about it made you go ‘Wow’.

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Solitaire Revival at The Trash Bar in 2013.

Ruben Muniz, a close friend I met while learning to play guitar at The New York City guitar school, had written a couple of tunes with me just before MY M.O. And we would preform them at open mics but we had never had a drummer or bass player to completely finish and polish them off. In fact, Ruben was the reason I joined MY M.O. because he had recommended me to Dion since he didn’t have the time. And with the demise of my first band I was back to square one. But this time was different. After seeing how MY M.O. Was run I knew what I had to do to find the other pieces and get started with our own band

We caught a break when a friend of ours, Danny introduced us to his friend Vesean. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. Going to Veseans basement to show him the tunes and jamming with him, it was the 1st time we had put a drum beat to our music and actually had a almost finished product. I still have the recordings I took on my Mac of that first encounter and it brings back some goose bumps thinking about our start. A couple of weeks of practicing in Veseans garage and finishing up old songs and writing new songs and bam… we became Solitaire Revival.

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Solitaire Revival was formed in April 2012 with Sean on lead guitar, Ruben on vocals, Danny on bass and Vesean on drums.

My first major task of being a band leader came when we had to set practice….but how can setting practice up be hard if your using the free space of Veseans garage…..WRONG setting up practice was hard mostly because of Vesean himself, I’m not trying to throw him under the bus or anything but Vesean would tell us what time worked for the garage so we can come by and jam and on several occasions he was either

A) at work and forgot he had practice

B) home sleeping or with his girlfriend down stairs or

C) late.

And on days where he was home he was most of the time unprepared and just waking up outta bet to jam.

Now why did I let this go, because Vesean was all we had…had we all not been friends and more so aquantiances he would have been kicked out long ago. We even had different thoughts on the music itself and eventually he decided to quit the band all on itself.

When he quit I had shows lined up and no drummer. What was I to do. One of the worst things as a band you can do other than have noone at your show is cancel a show withe the week the show is scheduled….good luckk booking with that promoter again. But once again fate had tilted in favor for us in Solitaire Revival and my friend Alex who plays in a alt. band played drums for us…now when we played with Alex I kid you not, the difference was like night and day compared to what Vesean contributed with his drumming. The sound was more fuller, it groves more..it really fucking rocked…to this day as we look for a replacement drummer full time, Alex fills in for shows here and there.

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Alex (left) is part of the Queens alt. powerhouse Metorana.

I wanna go back and touch upon bookings; when I was with MY M.O. I didn’t do anything with booking nor hear any conversations with promoters until I was a band leader myself. And let me tell you, as a new band it’s very hard to get a show from promoters without some kind of fan base. Most promoters will say well give you $7 per person for every person after the 10th…it sounds like a good deal but you playing to promote yourself because you have no fans yet. At this stage of the game it’s very important to get family and friends to come to as many shows as they can until your music takes off. So

1) You can make some money, and

2) Since you bring people out a promoter will book you again at another venue based on how many people you can bring.

Every time you book with a new promoter you get a clean slate…worst thing you can do as a band is cancel last minute… you just caused a 45 minute hole of nothingness to this promoter if you did and he remembers and word gets out to all the other promoters and yeah, I think you see where I’m going with this here lol.

During our stint with Vesean we thought we caught another break. A gentleman by the name of John who happened to live across the street from Vesean and work for a media company called Megaton media or Megaton records (not that that’s really important now) wanted to manage us as a band and point us in all the right directions. Now John showed us some promise and some glamor, we booked some shows with him and he also paid for some studio time and we recorded a 5 song EP/demo.

But there was this aura about John. Well for starters John knew music but he didn’t know ROCK music. Along with that John seemed really shady at times. Like ‘Hide yo kids, hide yo wife cuz they raping everybody out here’ shady. He also had this kinda weird rapist voice, when ever he would come over to the garage for practice he would be all “Hay guys” like Mr. Mackey from South Park.

Mr MackeyAfter rolling with John for a while he presented us a contract. Now I wasn’t expecting something super special but the terms written in the contract were unreasonable. About a week after he handed us that contract after we went over it, I threw the contract on a table in front of John and said “You see this? We need to talk about this.” I basically called John on his bull in the contract. And needless to say we went our separate ways. As the leader it was my job to call him on his bull. He did state he would rework the terms but never gave us that new contract. So that shows you what he was about.

To be current it’s been about a year since we last did a show. Things are starting to come back into form and the band is stoked for the upcoming weeks. We’re bringing ourselves off of life support and into the revival stage because we are going to start doing shows before the years end. The next chapter is starting and if you guys would like to join us at shows check out: The Revival Experience.

Relax

As my crooked jaw line clicks into place

I hear the ambient sounds of the air propelled

from my netbook into my eardrums.

I press and switch away on the keyboard

to combat boredom hand-to-hand.

A serenity-ridden, guilt-stripped night

where I have thus far achieved my ultimate goal.

Rewinding time is as impossible as it sounds,

even memories get distorted.

Late is better than not at all to right wrongs

and improve on self-perceived imperfections.

Xes not on my mind for once, seY I’m a mirror

Of what I’m used to being lately; calm, cool,

collected my thoughts and placed them in order.

Does that make me the same? Different?

Was I ever addicted to anything but love, really?

It does make the world go round, ya know.

Aristotle was onto something when

he equated the rotation this oblate spheroid

having it’s power come from laughter and joy

 

Yet everyman wants to be more, not less,

It’s always No, not Yes.

 

As the music pumps peace through my veins

I smile at these words, not even caring that

life will never be the same.

It will be better. – RSM