June 15, 2014 Happy Father’s Day to all you daddy-o’s out in SoundCloudland! Had it in mind a while to develop a song around a cool kitten copy editor, Grammar Puss, and the village wordsmithy, Wilder Witt III, her cool cat cunning linguist. I would jot down a lyric once in a while but couldn’t settle on a style to deliver the song. I was leaning toward Minnie’s “If You See My Rooster” or Simone’s “I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl,” but even if my suggestive lyrics are up their alleys, my pipes clearly are not. I was considering something more Eartha-ly coKitt-ish when, out of the blue, a notion of doo-wop style landed in my lap or thereabouts. Wasn’t certain if it would work well with my words, but in the end I actually appreciate the dissonance of double entendre lyrics set in a sweetly innocent musical genre.  My instrumentation includes the usual suspects but might mention I contributed the “bum-bum-bum-bum” vocal low notes. I tried using a REAPER effect to take it down another octave where I actually wanted it, but it just didn’t sound right. The shuffling drum track and closed-hat chorus beats are off of a Zoom RhythmTrak machine JT (Philo) got for me. Sure hope this brings a smile to all you super cool cats and kittens out there! xxxooo Play on Words (Doo-wop You Do to Me) You have a way with words, as well this kitten knows. You went from good to verse, perfected purple prose. You know that iamb ode beside your syncopated beat.  Tease me with your wordplay, you cunning linguist you. Take poetic license, show me all your quill can do. No syntax will be levied on our nothings whispered sweet.  BRIDGE: Your mighty pen is stirring Now your grammar puss is purring Hear my haiku-ing out in delight We’ll form a bona fide couplet tonight!  You’re just my typeface (comic sans), a font of fun The way you simile like a brightly burning sun. ☼ Your dangling participle is my favorite part of speech.  BRIDGE: Your mighty pen is stirring Now your grammar puss is purring  Hear my haiku-ing out in delight We formed a bona fide couplet tonight!  We doubled our entendres, and you rapped me in your rhyme. Your assonance so tight can parse me any time. Your irony is hot again, it’s time to steam the sheets…. …with our blended body heat.  Written, performed, recorded and produced by Kathleen Martin [June 14, 2014] Cover art/design by JT Lindroos



June 15, 2014

Happy Father’s Day to all you daddy-o’s out in SoundCloudland!

Had it in mind a while to develop a song around a cool kitten copy editor, Grammar Puss, and the village wordsmithy, Wilder Witt III, her cool cat cunning linguist. I would jot down a lyric once in a while but couldn’t settle on a style to deliver the song. I was leaning toward Minnie’s “If You See My Rooster” or Simone’s “I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl,” but even if my suggestive lyrics are up their alleys, my pipes clearly are not. I was considering something more Eartha-ly coKitt-ish when, out of the blue, a notion of doo-wop style landed in my lap or thereabouts. Wasn’t certain if it would work well with my words, but in the end I actually appreciate the dissonance of double entendre lyrics set in a sweetly innocent musical genre.

My instrumentation includes the usual suspects but might mention I contributed the “bum-bum-bum-bum” vocal low notes. I tried using a REAPER effect to take it down another octave where I actually wanted it, but it just didn’t sound right. The shuffling drum track and closed-hat chorus beats are off of a Zoom RhythmTrak machine JT (Philo) got for me. Sure hope this brings a smile to all you super cool cats and kittens out there! xxxooo

Play on Words (Doo-wop You Do to Me)

You have a way with words, as well this kitten knows.
You went from good to verse, perfected purple prose.
You know that iamb ode beside your syncopated beat.

Tease me with your wordplay, you cunning linguist you.
Take poetic license, show me all your quill can do.
No syntax will be levied on our nothings whispered sweet.

BRIDGE: Your mighty pen is stirring
Now your grammar puss is purring
Hear my haiku-ing out in delight
We’ll form a bona fide couplet tonight!

You’re just my typeface (comic sans), a font of fun
The way you simile like a brightly burning sun. ☼
Your dangling participle is my favorite part of speech.

BRIDGE: Your mighty pen is stirring
Now your grammar puss is purring
Hear my haiku-ing out in delight
We formed a bona fide couplet tonight!

We doubled our entendres, and you rapped me in your rhyme.
Your assonance so tight can parse me any time.
Your irony is hot again, it’s time to steam the sheets….
…with our blended body heat.

Written, performed, recorded and produced by Kathleen Martin [June 14, 2014]
Cover art/design by JT Lindroos

TAG(lines) — You’re It!


Here are a few of my own Handy-esque “deep thoughts,” primarily some wordplay fun in tagline length from the past several weeks. If I bothered with a Twitter account, I suppose these below and those on my back pages of Tumblr would be my “Tweets of the Day.”

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It’s said if you believe in nothing, you’ll fall for anything. On the other hand, if you believe a little bit in everything, you’ll fall for nothing in particular.

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Do the math: Conservatives = Liberals - 1(♥)
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Like the shoemaker’s elves, dreams are our overnight cobblers of the soul.

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As much as I welcome a visit from the Muse, sure wish it wasn’t always in the wee wee hours of the morn. 

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He was always in the middle of a whole-life crisis.
 

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Thought he was trending hip, but his finger was on the pulse of a corpse.  

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Why treat me shabbily when you can treat me to chablis?!

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I yam what I yam, so I can’t be beet.

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While “good Earth” contracts to “g’Earth,” the bounty from it often expands one’s girth.

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Def Ignition of WFMU: A many Kentacled “Octopi Montgomery St.” cult. [And, just like fish, mollusks stink from the head down.]

From the Ground Up: Can Yew Dig It?


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[I blame the arrival of colorful seed catalogs for fertilizing this full-grown groan fest.]

Gathered lilies, gentian, boysenberry, gorse: Lentil ears, and I shall not beet about the bush. Zucchini cauliflower by any other name, yet thistle not asparagus, nor will it stem, the pain of our currant trees on trial. Though ye artichoke back tears for the fate of Sister Hazel and her betrothed, gourd giveth me a far harder row to hoe. As your Colony Judge and elderberry, I yam certain it escarole I have bean mint to fill. I have mustard the strength and promise to rice to the occasion on the celery thou hast allotted me.

First, lettuce not take radish action rooted in plum hearsay from Farmer Figg lest it is prune fruitless. He has never hidden his corn for Sister Hazel’s plants to marry Brother Bram. But let every mango endive head furrows to find the nettle in the haystack, that last straw, and leaf nothing to chance. Ye shall gingerly pumpkin of the pear to leek barley known facts regarding the chard remains of this full blooming affair. Till there is mulch more dirt to turnip, we butternut squash, nor further soil, our Sister’s good name.

And a fuchsia hearken these sage worts: Now that she cantaloupe, Hazel in her melon collard will be garden against any anemone who spade her home a visit. Verily, this nutmeg half bake torts compost of thorny rhubarbs and rye dandelion to cloud in violet truth here. Sesame, in the fennel analysis, there is still mushroom to gather grist for the mill, to separate the wheat from the chaff, and shallot be sow.

Howsoever, weed well to wait. Less stalk again later, but for now lettuce throw caraway. It is the hour for raisin cane, tubers into hominy ginseng praises to gourd on high! Good morrow and may peas be with thee!

—Judge Juniper Kale

V8 Summit Stumps Beech, preceding 1691 Witch
Hazel trial, at Harvest Festival of Salem, Mass.  © KAM

Downbeat Tags [Cont.]


Filled with angst and wondering why my ex is tense.

Friday’s Child in a Wednesday World.

I seized the day, but it struggled free and slapped me in the face.

© KAM