Saturday, October 15, 2016

Beach Sloth - It doesn't matter what you look like on the outside it’s what’s on the internet that counts 11.0



                Among the masterpieces of the world Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection is the best. Other forms of art are stupid compared to what Beach Sloth has effortlessly accomplished in his debut poetry publication. Writers yearn to truly navigate the depths of the human soul the way an anonymous dad sloth does with absolute ease. Throughout the collection Beach Sloth goes from hilarious to tragic in mere fractions of an inch. Of course this may be due to the font size but it is a grand testament to Beach Sloth’s powers as a highly blogging entity that his work appears to be perfected within these hallowed pages. 

                Trees give their lives for books but usually those books are not as good as Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection. Few things can be. Beach Sloth has for years, nigh decades, supported people. His credo of “Support Each Other” can be felt throughout the surprising debut poetry collection. At times dark and touching Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection takes a different approach from his actual blogging material. Yes the playfulness is still there. Yet there is specific commentary on some of the people that Beach Sloth truly cares for both people he has encountered and people he grew up with. For limiting the collection to random strangers, while fitting his blog’s aesthetic, is thrown aside for a more personal approach. 

                What is most interesting about Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection is the dearth of sloths. Throughout the collection Beach Sloth fails to mention much in the way of actual sloths. Maybe this is because Beach Sloth feels it is too painful to reflect upon growing up in a human’s world as a mere sloth covered in algae hanging off of trees. Currently few are interested in the secret lives of sloths excluding the valiant efforts of a select few biochemists who realize that sloth algae could provide a plethora of life-extending and life-improving pharmaceuticals. 

                Until such time as scientists are able to cure common ailments using sloth back algae, there is Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection. Sure maybe Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection will be unable to cure the common cold but it can improve the spirit and isn’t that just as good, if not better? There is a lot of harshness in life a lot of people who feel like doing it alone. Life does not need to be that way. People are social creatures and with Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection people will feel closer together. And that is better than any medicine. 


                Go HERE to learn more about the importance of Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection,how to order, and how to have a fun time in general. 

Note for Book Price: While I have a 'pay what you want' feature I would say that the minimum suggested price for the book is $13 US/Canada, $18 International (I figure I am going to be sending a lot of stuff internationally).

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Beach Sloth is creating Blogs



                Beach Sloth is a project I created officially on July 27th, 2010. I love blogging about people. There is so much culture to explore and support. Ever since I began Beach Sloth I have not needed a TV for anything. My life has been fulfilled seeing what wonderful pieces of work made it online into my browsers, my emails, my PDFs, my videos, and my music. Honestly thanks to Beach Sloth I have been exposed to more culture than I could ever possibly wrap my arms around. 

                That is why I created a Patreon account. I could use a few sponsors to help me meet my monthly expenses which are pretty small. I live frugally. At this point I do not need much to survive since I have cut down what I consider my needs. What I do know that I need, what I am passionate about, is all the wonderful people I have reviewed on this blog. Countless individuals that I have been fortunate enough to meet have become incredibly close friends, the kinds of friends that I can confide in and treat just like those people I have met in person.

                Financial support for Beach Sloth gives me a reason to spend a greater amount of time on auxiliary aspects of the project. Already I have released an e-book through Amazon, a chapbook I printed myself, an album free for download, an e-book released for free through Peanut Gallery Press (which has been favorably mentioned by Dennis Cooper), and a book through Dig That Book Co. So I try to keep Beach Sloth as active as I possibly can. 

                Everything I create for the blog shall continue to be free. I have great plans for Beach Sloth, including an eventual full-length book, another full-length album offered free of charge, and smaller e-books and chapbooks. People who feel like contributing money to me via Patreon can do so right




                I also understand a lot of my readership cannot afford to support me via Patreon. My presence on Patreon will not change anything about what I can for the blog. All it means is if someone wants to support me financially outside of the usual avenues of:



And 

pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com – my Paypal account, which has since become an MEME 

             Recently I have also decided to start a Fiverr account which basically expands what I do on a regular basis into new forms. If you are interested in my Fiverr work (want something written, shared, re-tweeted, etc.) you can go:

Here!

They can. It is that simple. Nothing else will change. I shall continue Beach Sloth, this passion project of mine, because I think that what I do is rewarding in ways outside of mere monetary concerns. My ultimate goal for Beach Sloth is to have it financially support me and a small group of writers I particularly like (I have people in mind for this). That is far away but with Patreon that can become considerably easier. Thank you for reading this and thank you for coming to my little corner of the universe. 

                Additionally I would like to thank everyone who has been able to support me on Patreon. It means more to me than I can possibly express.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Advertising on Beach Sloth



                Today on this old Blog I have a special announcement: I am offering advertising up to whoever is interested. By no means is this going to dramatically change much of anything. After a few years of pouring my heart and scroll into this fine invention I’m ready to take things to the next level. 

                Advertising is in a few forms. Anybody interested in advertising can feel free to contact me at the following address:

                pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com

                I use that address exclusively for anything payment or Beach Sloth business related. That address proved to be infinitely helpful whenever I have sold T-shirts or chapbooks. Anybody can buy either of those things from me still. 

                T-shirts, Buttons, Etc. go here.
                Chapbooks go here.
                Patreon (NEW) go here.

                I offer a few things for advertising purposes. As the blog is now an increasingly smaller part of what I do I also offer other places to advertise:

                My Twitter
                My Tumblr

                My advertising efforts have already begun prior to this post. Nobody has noticed yet so I figured now would be a great time to take things to the next level. Whoever is interested in advertising through any of my online platforms can do so. Simply email me, let me know what you need, what sort of prices you would be willing to pay, and what kind of advertising you are hoping to do (music, literature, other products, etc.). 

                Thus far my advertising efforts have been pretty successful since they have reinforced rather than taken away from what I have already done. Beach Sloth is a huge passion project for me. I hope to continue doing exactly what I love doing on all platforms. This project has taken on a life of its own. My initial estimate for the length of Beach Sloth was a year, tops, maybe two years. Now it is close to entering its fourth year, hence my desire to try and make this more sustainable for me. 

                Note that I am going to continue this Blog for the indefinite future. There is no specific end in sight for this site. I want to continue doing this with the least amount of interruption possible. I am infinitely thankful for everything everyone has managed to do for me. I have received great support for this project which is why it has continued this long. 

                Whoever is interested in simply donating me money (through the kindness of their heart) can do so via my PayPal account: pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com I will continue to blog for you. That is a promise.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

TeraChain Sky - Miss Daisy Duke

TeraChain Sky’s “Miss Daisy Duke” is Southern rock done right. Harking back to those Southern rock legends Lynyrd Skynyrd everything on TeraChain Sky’s “Miss Daisy Duke” simply pulverizes. Vocals positively dominate courtesy of Nick Stelter’s powerful voice. Lyrically the songs are small snapshots from a life, a life lived most fully. Throughout the album TeraChain Sky celebrates a crazed chaotic yet genuinely fulfilling attitude on life, with a sense of freedom woven into the album’s DNA. Rhythms absolutely swing through with Mike Fennick’s pummeling percussion and Tomo’s subtle yet strong bass. By far what ties the entire album together is the pulverizing sound of the guitar, with Tyler Goehring, Joe Kozora, and Jake Parks working in tandem. Riffs are incredibly catchy and infectious, with the songs lingering in the mind long after they are over. 

Opening with “the most American song they could ever make” they start on a high note with the “Average Joe”. They use “Average Joe” as a way of telling the tale about a man content with their life, realizing that few would understand their way of life. Acoustic guitars begin the adventurous free-spirited sound of “Whiskey Way”. Staccato rhythms serve as the backbone to  “Sunsets And Silhouettes” where a sense of defiance prevails. Ending things with nimble guitar riffs is the rush of “Good For Nothing”. 


“Miss Daisy Duke” shows TeraChain Sky rocking with intense unrelenting energy, holding absolutely nothing back. TeraChain Sky blasts forth with great fury on “Miss Daisy Duke”. In short, it is perfect. 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

I Will Always Be In Love (Day 5) by Alexandra Naughton

Does Oakland have a purpose? Does anywhere? Many years ago trees stood tall in Oakland yet they were cut down for homes leaving only the name. Lots of places are like that: named for things that are no longer there. While individuals use the names all the time they never stop to think about what those words meant. Few remember that Manhattan, a rather expensive part of the Earth, used to be something different, a fragrant isle for flowers. Sure there are still flowers there, flowers have an entire district to themselves yet this is never going to be enough to make up for what they once had. All that window dressing, those little flower boxes, are insufficient considering how the flowers once ruled an entire island and could afford it all. 

No purpose is a great purpose to have. People do lots of things for no discernible reason. Surrealism loves this reasoning it seasons life. Lots of walks can help with the general feeling of aimlessness and it can be quite profound. By doing this it can become quite comforting to know that there is an entire community built around the idea of leisure. With every new advance it becomes harder to convince oneself to ever have children if life can be this good without children. Cities are glorious places to see the rest of the world in unison. Outside of cities are the cultures that created them. 

Old haunts are places where people used to have their full spirits intact. What might have made sense years ago no longer has a value beyond the indefinable always shifting concept of nostalgia. Sometimes nostalgia can be stronger than it can be at other times. This is the problem with aging. Every year that passes makes the view of the past seem ever kinder. Aging does this sort of thing where the past represents an increasing number of missed opportunities. Life does this plenty of times veering left and right, never a perfectly straight line. On some years good things happen and the bad years simply make a person appreciate the wonderful things that they see in life. 


Knowledge is power and power can confine. Sometimes when a person has no power that is when they become the most powerful that they can possibly be. With no power can come no responsibility and the prospect of that is enough to motivate people for their entire lives.  

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

The City Below by A. Razor

                Deep in it like the streets. Veins of the teeming organism, the streets help to guide everything along smoothly. Some think the sidewalks are different that the sidewalks end but they never do. Every part of the city is an ingredient creating something special, something new, something the city could not be without that tiny element. Orbiting around the city are countless communities for those too timid to deal with the loud life of the city. The city shouts and screams at people with the people simply accepting it as an inevitable way of life. Cities refuse to be quiet cities want to be heard.
                People have to keep up with other people in cities. Due to the huge amount of people cities rarely get a chance to slow down. Things move very quickly in a city. By doing this the city is able to keep up with other cities to garner its name in full. Even for the sleepy cities of the world things seem to get particularly intense when compared favorably and unfavorably with the vast open countryside. No place allows for an escape in the city it is all exposed every nook and cranny is open for somebody to see however much hiding can be done.
                No privacy exists in the city. The spirits do not allow it. With every new person the city knows it will learn everything it needs to learn about the person. Slowly but gradually the new person joins their own neighborhood, a poor approximation of the villages of yore. Nobody lives in those villages yet the city tries their best to weave people together naturally. People communicate in a city for the joy of trying to find a connection. Upon arrival in a city, the first arrival there is a sense of loneliness. There is no place lonelier than a city sometimes. Anybody who has ever gone to the city for the first time can attest to this total lack of support, this sense of free fall that is inevitable.

                Cities crumble and fall. When they do they bring everybody with them. Sometimes a person is the only one who falls with the city’s spirit continuing sans a person. The loss of a person in a city allows the city to build its spirit up if only by a little bit until its history becomes so rich and so vast that it eventually it becomes an entity beyond any mortal shell. That is when it truly becomes its own being. 

The Morning Sea - Mal de Mer

The Morning Sea’s “Mal de Mer” is a triumphant album. Everything works: from the intricate arrangements to the highly articulate lyrics, the songs are filled with color. Passionate in tone these are pieces that teem with life. At times reminiscent of the Decemberist’s careful arrangements and penchant for storytelling the songs are joyful in nature. Small details make great impact throughout the album: whether it is the fantastic bursts of fanfare that punctuate the album or the honeyed choruses, they all come together to create a remarkable warm album. 

Opening with the hushed sounds of “Mal De Mer” the Morning Sea proves to be more than adept at creating a compelling atmosphere. Slowly but surely they let the song build up into its satisfying conclusion.  Giddy in tone is the playful sound of “Don’t Be Moronic, Merriam”. By far the highlight of the album the song is an infectious delight, full of catchy hooks and unexpected surprises. Opting for a quieter sound is the dreamy work of “Lonely Hearts In The Cosmos” a tender honest love song. “The Cold & The Quiet” ends the album off on an ambitious note. As the song unfurls the Morning Sea reveals a great many layers of sound. Tastefully arranged the song is akin to the journey as the nimble percussion and restrained guitars bring everything to a galant close. 


Full of heart and soul, the Morning Sea’s “Mal de Mer” is a celebration of sound. 

Between the Void - Between the Void

Between the Void is an aural assault on the senses. With a rhythm section that hits hard (courtesy of Marc Canning’s powerful drumming and Pippa Gillingham’s nimble bass work) Between the Void creates a sound felt as much as heard. Adding to this all-engrossing sound is the righteous fury of the guitar work made possible by Oli Frame. Above all this chaos are the vocals of John Eales. Between the Void refuse to let up as the energy persists for the entirety of the album with nary a single break. At times their dense all-encompassing sound is reminiscent of Superunknown-era Soundgarden as their attention to detail is incredible with every sound honed to perfection. 

After a short “Intro” they dive into the thick of things with “Forget to Live” a song that demands to be played as loud as possible. Stunning in execution is the rush of “Relax”. From the insistent rhythm to the nimble guitar playing, everything simply works. Towards the end the guitar positively destroys showing off Oli Frame’s impressive commanding chops. Veering between the gentle and the overwhelming is the beautiful “Gone”. Tribal in delivery is the percussion-led heavy work of “Recover”. Ending things on a strong note is the blistering work of “Innuendo” whose riffs and rhythm are giant waves of sound. 


Between the Void have created a incredible album one that requires total surrender. It is the answer to so much watered-down rock. On Between the Void nothing is watered down everything is raw, like good rock should be. 

Monday, February 8, 2016

One Girl Symphony - One Girl Symphony

One Girl Symphony’s debut album is an album of passion. Full of confidence the songs shine through as the sunny melodies dominate. The combination of classic rock mixed with refined violin work creates a deeply soothing series of songs. Tasteful in tone the songs simply teem with life from the sweet rhythms to the flourishes in sound from the nimble strings to the playful keyboards. At times the songs seem to possess the same sort of joyful spirit that dominated much of Penguin Cafe Orchestra’s similar unique sound. Bringing all of this together is Whitney Vandell whose attention to detail is so vast that she is responsible for playing nearly all of the instruments except the violin. From the rhythms to the soaring melodies, she does amazing work in creating a satisfying expansive whole. 

With a fascinating intersection of funk, folk, and classical is the fiery work of “No Glitch”. Lead by an irresistibly smooth groove the piece grows ever larger and larger. Delicate in nature is the airy light work of “Playtime” with piano playing done just right. Showing off her careful skill is the blue-inflected work of “Blues City Jam” where the massive sound is astonishing as the song swaggers through with great energy. “Coming Home” serves as an impeccable piece nicely balancing rock and classical influences, making it the highlight of the album. The celebratory “The Way I Am” ends the album on a high note with a rollicking rhythm and spirit. 


By bringing such a wide variety of sounds together in a wordless narrative One Girl Symphony’s debut album is a thing of true beauty. 

Weed Monks by Chris Dankland

Weed Monks” reveals Chris Dankland to be the red-eyed man of the dank lands. Chris Dankland is the one that Madvillain referred to their award-winning hit “America’s Most Blunted”. Throughout the collection “Weed Monks” reveals itself to be quite compassionate for its lowly individuals seeking salvation. Many of these monks opt for the silent “All Quiet On the Western Blunt” sort of life, refusing to speak yet possessing a great many followers. 

Humor ties the stories together. A very loose narrative holds the pieces together as these are individuals who have checked out of reality going for the absurd the margins of society freely embracing it. Chris Dankland gives these outcasts religious attributes as they devote themselves to a lifestyle most assume is exclusively for leisure. Nothing in the many stories reveals a sense of leisure. These weed monks ponder the giant questions in life while removing temptation from their lives. As a result they live relatively sparse lives, living on the beach, driving golf carts, forgetting how to go to the bathroom. 

Various insight is given into the mysterious tradition of the weed monks. Chris Dankland does not speak of the original weed monk, the one who began it all. Such a focus would make the collection lose its sort of weird charm. A righteous sense leads these individuals as they sing to themselves and others. Plenty more completely disappear never to come out again. Some try for deep enlightened thought only to come up completely short. Sober people have the same outcome so ultimately it is about perspective more than anything. 

The history of the weed monk comes into view. Lost traditions come into play of people devoting themselves to it. A few try to come up with ways to avoid speaking with simple hand gestures, losing them in the passage of time and forgetfulness. Others still wonder what loneliness means, and whether or not it is a more honest way of living. Belief systems are worked upon to try and figure out what purpose the afterlife might have, all of which are the questions that involve one hand clapping. 

Even Chris Dankland makes a cameo. Adhering to the role of scribe he tries to write down the wisdom that he witnesses across the many weed monks of his world. Not all of the ideas are fully elaborated upon but rather serve as example of how many tangents can grow without flowering. 


Really funny, really bizarre, and strangely sweet “Weed Monks” is devoted to the weird ones in the world, the ones who fell through the cracks and choose to live there.