Sam Recommends: “Shut Up Kiss Me” by Angel Olsen

If you’ve ever been in a miserable knock-down, drag-out fight with your significant other, and you DIDN’T break up for good immediately afterwards, I think you might be able to relate to this emotive Angel Olsen track.

One moment you’re sobbing in a puddle in the corner of your shared walk-in closet, wishing they’d just fuck right off. And the next, you’re making out and making up.

Angel reminds us that, when your adversary is someone you truly love, you’re willing to let it go & make it all disappear, even in the heat of the moment, at the height of your rage.

All they have to do is shut up. Kiss you. Hold you tight.

(Song recommendation by Samantha Lamph/Len)

Seigar Recommends: “Sólo yo” by Sumergible

Photo by Seigar

Seigar, the photographer, is back.

Today, I’m bringing you a song of an alternative pop-rock band based in Tenerife island, Spain. “Sólo yo” was the second single of their last record. It is a contagious and sticky tune that will make you learn some Spanish words because you will be singing along its lyrics from the first listening.

The video was directed by Moisés Expósito, and it shows the band telling you a mysterious story with cool, modern, and surrealist aesthetics.

Let’s introduce you the artists, Carlos Aguirre is the drummer of the band, Esteban Santos is in charge of the bass, and the brothers Antonio and José Rojas are the guitarist and the singer. They started in 2011, and last year they presented their album entitled «Sumergible», 11 songs that you can listen to in all the digital streaming platforms.

They are influenced by the sound of British pop rock bands from the 60s and the 90s. Manuel Colmenero, who is a prestigious Spanish producer, helped them to polish their style, to make it a bit more acoustic/neat, and with richer electronic music arrangements. José Rojas voice sounds better than ever! I can tell you a secret, they are a very hardworking group that rehearses every single day for their concerts, and you can tell that cos everything is in the right place when they play live.

Enjoy the single and if you want more, go and enjoy the album of this exotic band on spotify.

Enjoy “Sólo yo” video:


(Song recommendation by Seigar)

Kevin Recommends: “Do It Roger” by Roger Troutman


Somehow, (and I don’t know how this is even possible), but somehow there are haters for today’s recommendation, “Do It Roger,” with the worst offender being Jimmy Fallon. Like an ignorant punk, he featured it on one of his “Do Not Play” segments on The Tonight Show. Jimmy Fallon had the audacity — the fucking balls — to say that you should not play this song.

Fuck that heresy.

The fucking balls on that guy.

You play this song and you play the shit out of it.

Right now.

(Song recommendation by Kevin D. Woodall)


Memoir Mixtapes Vol.2 // B-Sides

Down Here on the Ground by Wes Montgomery by Timothy Boudreau

For me working with words requires music without them; something sweet and soft, in places nearly silent; pieces that flow one into another like currents, merging at last, on the best early mornings and later evenings, into a perfect pastoral background.


About the Author:
Timothy Boudreau’s work has appeared in various journals, anthologies and podcasts. His first collection of short fiction, Saturday Night, was published earlier this year by Hobblebush Books. He currently lives in northern New Hampshire with his wife, Judy.


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From a Bedroom in the Suburbs by Samantha Lamph/Len

Our connection didn’t span
coast to coast;
it was port to port:

a one way love I took for ours
(a sense of worthlessness I’d have to rise above.)


About the Author:
Samantha Lamph/Len is a writer and cat masseuse in Los Angeles, CA. She is also the creator of Memoir Mixtapes, the publication you are currently reading. More of her work can be read in OCCULUM, Queen Mob’s Tea House, and Luna Luna Magazine, among others. You can follow her on Twitter & IG @quandoparamucho. But please don’t follow her IRL. That’d be creepy.

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Jerusalem, Sleep (Or Soundtrack to My First Tattoo) by Michael Potter

The needles jack hammering into my forearm caught the vibrations from the metal vibrating the windows and the walls of the subterranean tattoo shop and made it feel like the current from the power lines out on the street were feeding directly into my veins.


About the Author:
Michael Allen Potter is the author of The Last Invisible Continent and founder of The Hydroelectric Press who once thought that he was the only gay metalhead in the world.

Cory Recommends: “Rotorblade” by Juno Reactor

There was an entire subgenre of electronic music in the early to mid-90’s that built temples around the use of sci-fi movie and TV dialog snippets for their lyrical content. I am a particular fan of this genre.

One of the prime purveyors in this milieu is Juno Reactor. Specializing in lush, dark, and stuttering trance tunes, you might know their work from the movies The Matrix Reloaded and Matrix Revolutions where movie where a number of their tracks make appearances.

I knew I was in the right place with this album (Beyond the Infinite) when I opened up the cd and on the inside cover were the words “Imagination. Use it as a weapon”.

But what is it about this track specifically that leads me to recommend it so? Well, beyond the night-tinged, atmospheric, and driven beats with a haunting flute/synth melody on the high end, there is Sir Patrick Stewart. This song samples Patrick Stewart! Listen carefully at the 4:21 mark to hear it. It is, to my knowledge, the only song to do this.

(Song recommendation by Cory Funk)


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On Graceland by Paul Simon by Keri Smith

And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

I was born in South Africa. My parents sailed around the world and as a result, missed almost a whole decade of music. Growing up we just had tapes from artists from the 1970s in one of those wooden tape holders where the top rolled back with a satisfying sliding whoosh. Since I was born in South Africa my mom also had stocked up on tapes from there, my favorite when I was very little being Ladysmith Black Mambazo’s adaptation of Rudyard Kipling stories. I would listen to the story and their singing of how the leopard got his spots, how the elephant’s trunk got so long…all about that imagined country that I’ve never been back to. So it was probably natural that I ended up loving Paul Simon’s tape of Graceland. It was the grown up version of the tapes I was listening to when I was very young, and it was catchy, and I always associated it with happy memories of my parents, even now, twenty some odd years after their divorce.


About the Author:
Keri Marinda Smith was born in South Africa in 1985. She grew up in Florida, moving around a lot with her mom before finally settling down in Gainesville after college. She played in punk bands and toured the country for a few years before moving to New York City to attend the New School. She graduated with her MFA in Poetry in 2017, and still lives in Brooklyn where she works as a bartender. Her first book, Dragging Anchor, will be out on Hanging Loose Press this spring.

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In Lust with Outlandos d’Amour by Kelley Crowley

It was 1983, my sophomore year, and the bus ride to and from school was the best part of my day. My classes were boring, my friends were boring and my hometown of Canonsburg, Pa was living death.
All I wanted was to be free.


About the Author:
Kelley Crowley has worked as a on-air radio personality, as a music journalist for the Pittsburgh City Paper and as the lead publicist for the world’s largest invention show. She writes to figure out who she is and who she used to be. Crowley currently teaches in the Media and Communication department at Shenandoah University in Winchester, Virginia where she encourages students to listen to the words.

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On Timespace by Stevie Nicks by Karen Hopper Usher

I’d been lying about liking Stevie Nicks.

I was nine or ten when my dad bought his first CD player.

I remember my bewilderment that he’d bought it at all—I’d figured he’d wait a few more years, as he’d made clear to me that the evolution from records to eight-tracks to cassettes to CDs was clearly a scam “they” weren’t done pulling.

But there was a woman involved, I think. Either my now-stepmother or the girlfriend who came before, I don’t remember now.


About the Author:
Karen Hopper Usher is a reporter in Northern Michigan. She is shocked she finished writing this piece because her puppy, who often curls up between her legs while she writes, cruelly put herself to bed at a decent hour. Karen can’t work like this. She requires the moral support of additional, night-owl puppies.