Digital Program
Original Music inspired by:
Red Paint by Sasha La Pointe
Joy Has a Sound: Black Sonic Visions edited by Elisheba Johnson and Rachel Kessler
The Fixed Stars by Molly Wizenberg (aka Orangette)
The Bushwick Book Club Seattle
presents
InkAloud
Nine musicians! Three authors! One night!
December 10, 2022
at Hugo House
Hosted by Wes Weddell
Curated by Shin Yu Pai
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Featuring Readings and Musical Performances from
(Click name for primary link, * = first Bushwick appearance for musicians)
Rights to all song lyrics ©/℗ the individual artists, reprinted here with permission
Molly Wizenberg (aka Orangette)
Author, The Fixed Stars
The Go Janes
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Brittany Danielle*
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Elisheba Johnson & Rachel Kessler
Editors, Joy Has a Sound: Black Sonic Visions
Wa Na Wari
Marielle* & Chris C.D. Littlefield
Shaun Crawford*
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Reggie Garrett
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Sasha LaPointe
Author, Red Paint: The Ancestral Autobiography of a Coast Salish Punk
Sondra Segundo
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Drea Marilyn
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Lyrics
InkAloud 2022 – Original Music Inspired by:
Molly Wizenberg (aka Orangette), The Fixed Stars
Elisheba Johnson & Rachel Kessler, ed., Joy Has a Sound: Black Sonic Visions
Sasha LaPointe, Red Paint: The Ancestral Autobiography of a Coast Salish Punk
Shin Yu Pai, curator
PERFORMER-PROVIDED LYRICS
Rights to all song lyrics ©/℗ the individual artists, reprinted here—exactly as submitted—with permission
The Go Janes
“Iceberg” (Kathleen Tracy)
Oooooo….
You might think that it’s the sweet white fire that lights your bones
Or maybe the way your heart flies up like a skipping stone
You’d never believe that the shape of desire has nothing to do
With the iceberg you can’t seem to help Titanic-ing into
Sweet white fire lights your bones
Heart flies up like a skipping stone
And a great big iceberg…Titanic-ing into
Sweet white fire lights your bones
Heart flies up like a skipping stone
And a great big iceberg…Titanic-ing into
Now a rift at the bottom is opening wide
You stand on the edge of a truth and a truth living side by side
And it’s burning you into something you don’t know how to be
Oh, this wild mind could be the death of me
Rift at the bottom of the cold dark sea
Burning into something I don’t know how to be
Oh, this wild mind could be the death of me
Rift at the bottom of the cold dark sea
Burning into something I don’t know how to be
Oh, this wild mind could be the death of me
You might think that it’s the sweet white fire that lights your bones
Or maybe the way your heart flies up like a skipping stone
You’d never believe that the shape of desire has nothing to do
With the iceberg you can’t seem to help Titanic-ing into
Sweet white fire lights your bones
Heart flies up like a skipping stone
And a great big iceberg…Titanic-ing into
Sweet white fire lights your bones
Heart flies up like a skipping stone
And a great big iceberg…Titanic-ing into
Oooooo…Titanic-ing into…oooooo…
Reggie Garrett
“Those Songs (Still Live in Me)”
Half asleep in the nighttime gloom
Moon shadows paint the room
Drift away while time rolls on
Caught in sleep’s silent song
Wide awake at midnight
Whispered music out of sight
And all the ways a child can know
Oh, “Every (little) thing’s gonna be alright”!
Songs of laughter, songs of tears
Songs you sang to me through the years
Those songs still live in me
Those songs still live in me
Sit by the console, down on the floor
So many records to explore
Piece out every word, one by one
We stay until that job is done
Sing harmonies in the heat of the day
Sisters’ voices overlaid
“Can I stay home from church today?”
Well, Grandma says, “Ain’t No Way”!
Songs of laughter, songs of tears
Songs you sang to me through the years
Those songs still live in me
Those songs still live in me
Won’t you take my hand and help me find the key
Let’s sing together and we’ll always be –
– in harmony
I stand alone in the spotlight
No family with me tonight
And even though they’re nowhere in sight
I can feel those harmonies inside
Songs of laughter, songs of tears
Songs you sang to me through the years
Those songs still live in me
Those songs still live in me
Those songs still live in me
I can hear you sing in me . . .
Drea Marilyn
“Sick”
Verse 1
Pour out the gatorade
I’m a broken doll
Throw it in the rising flames
You can have it all
Verse 2
Holy Shit
I’m Spirit Sick
Sleeping off the welts
Bundle me in promises
You couldn’t keep, we felt
Chorus
To feel safe
My name sake
For Fuck sake
I’M NOT WELL
A short breath
A regret
A reset
I’M NOT WELL 2x
Verse 3
Burn down the remnants
Of this empty home
Left on it’s epitaph
You Left me all alone
Verse 4
Holy Shit
I’m Spirit Sick
Drifting off to sleep
Cut the cloth that
Called to me
The bond we couldn’t keep
Chorus
To feel safe
My name sake
For Fuck sake
I’M NOT WELL
A short breath
A regret
A reset
I’M NOT WELL 2x
Bridge
She’s standing by the water
She’s holding all the pills
I’m demanding more my lover
I told you that I’m ill. 4x
Chorus
To feel safe
My name sake
For Fuck sake
I’M NOT WELL
A short breath
A regret
A reset
I’M NOT WELL 2x
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