You get tired, we all do
Run down from morning to sundown
Sometimes we need to
relax, 
but in a kick-ass, twin axe kind of way.  

Douse the sparking wire,
encasing it in jello
Shock therapy of calmness,
what I call Turbomellow
					
You get tired, we all do
Feeling half-alive but in overdrive
Sometimes we need to
relax,
in a super-fruitful kind of neutral.

Close your blinds,
fluff the pillow,
set your alarm
to Turbomellow

What I envision is
turbomellow fortresses
where the weary are immersed
in an Eno soundtrack universe
And when you’re ready to emerge,
rested and resurgent,
we’ll be here to say hello
‘Til then, just be 
turbomellow

Turbomellow

Kalle macht deutschprachige Singer/Songwritermusik. Er spielt Gitarre. Und dazu singt er. Ohne erhobenen Zeigefinger. Nur so. Dabei kümmert er sich ums Große. Und ums Kleine.

Before the entrance to the pub stands a doorkeeper.  Inside the pub a small crowd has gathered:  Lou Reed, Jonathan Richman and Mark Eitzel, Morrissey, Robert Pollard, Paul Westerberg and the elusive Don Lennon, the smart men from Wire and the surly Philip Larkin, Paddy McAloon, the good folks of Underworld and Yo La Tengo, Grant McLennan and Robert Forster, Ian Curtis and Lisa Germano, Annika Norlin, Stew, Mark E. Smith, Babybird, Rilke, and still others.  To this doorkeeper comes Marshmallow Fortresses, who prays for admittance.  The doorkeeper thinks it over for a moment, then answers, “Not now.”  
	Many days and years pass.  The pub door is always open, and through it he hears one miraculous song after another.  Marshmallow Fortresses repeatedly asks to enter so that he may  commune with his heroes, but the doorkeeper always responds in the same indifferent manner: “Not now.”  
	In time Marshmallow Fortresses grows old and his hearing begins to fail.  He gestures to the doorkeeper, who curtly asks, “What is it this time?”  In a creaky whisper, Marshmallow Fortresses observes, “How does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has begged for entry here?”  The doorkeeper bursts out laughing.  “Are you serious?  Every  aging Smiths fan has been crowding this door since forever.  But, as for you, I’m now going to shut it for good.”

(An altar to Franz Kafka)   

tl: dr    Wire did it all, and did it all better


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FMA Blog features Kat tracks: https://freemusicarchive.org/blog/kathleen-martins-new-tracks  This site is for music fans who think outside the boxy confines of genre labels. Find here and soundcloud.com/kat330/tracks my originals and covers on anything from felons to lovers, arranged for and performed on a variety of instruments, for sounds ranging from sweet to sassy and reedy to brassy; from lofty to lowdown and soulful to hoedown; from serious to silly and urban to hillbilly.

I am so grateful you are taking the time to listen to these self-recordings, many of which required an enormous amount of my time and effort to produce. If I also introduce you to a singer-songwriter you never knew, or if something I wrote or recorded brings a smile to your day, well, that's just the sweet icing on my aim-cake!

Hope you will seek out the original artists' versions of cover tunes unfamiliar to you and, please, share my sounds with any like-minded listeners. I also urge you to click on individual track titles to read my production notes and lyrics before or as you push play. Some notes are informative, some are entertaining and some may be neither or both.  ☼:) Kathleen xxxooo