Video Interviews from our Show

Here is a video of me interviewing the bands Edison Glass and Bernard before our show with them last Sunday at The Noteworthy in Bedford, PA.



Here are two more videos of me interviewing people waiting outside before that same show. I asked them what they thought of our band name Anapra

a pain-hope career (part 5)

The silence fell asleep
with the smith,
leaned back, sledge draped
through fingers hung from palm.

Then a switch occurred.
The lock on the boys eyes
released---stepping
toward the door, still gaped.

"I need you to run an errand."
Smith never fully slept,
leaned now forward.
"Your name?" with eyebrow cocked.

"Kumiko, I'm called,"
whispered movementless.
He glanced at Smith and spoke.
"I thought you slept."

"I don't allow dreams, control.
I stay anchored here."
said smith,
one finger toward the hall.

"Shadow's gone now.
Follow his blood trail,
through that hallway and then
keep till he's found."

Smith was still pointing.
convincing urgency
in his heavy eyes.
The boy looked and entered.

The hallway was silent
one hand ran the wall
growing peace in each step,
he would not soon go home.

FIN

They will bomb us out

Build this wall between
unheard and unseen
We'll stay huddled down
Hidden underground.

and don't breath too loud
cuz they will bomb us out
It's not easy
cuz we're not aloud to

lace your fingers tight
on knees but not in tomb.
whisper prayers out,
He hears without sound.

FIN
This is a song/poem that I wrote. Should be on an upcoming recording.

a pain-hope career (part 4)

Silence was cut
the red glowing thorn
rotated in palm,
Shadow stood throated.

A mist of grey blood
easing from dead larynx
it squealed and attempted
to dirty the blade

transparent hands moving
from neck to blade
wiping vigorously
...

"still hot"
spoke the relaxed smith
as streaks of grey
burnt off bright steel

"She will come, or won't.
I don't control that.
I keep this ready;
I don't chase thought."

Shadow staggered-
-half fell out of the room
down a hallway
before starting to wretch

The resounding clash
began again, tearing
over the shadows,
fading whispers of ruin

folding again and again
the hot metal passed
from one hardness
to the next, through placed blows.

All paused in time
the smith,
"She will come...Or she won't."
The hammer went down.


FIN