C.R. Avery at The Dream Cafe
Outlaw Hip-Hop Harmonica Player, Beatbox Poet, Punk Piano Player, String Quartet Raconteur, Rock & Roll Matador, Playwright.
” …a cultural magpie who’s impossible to pidgin whole.”
– Net Rhythm Magazine
” …imagine if Neil Young was inspired by hip-hop.”
– Vancouver Sun ( CAN )
Cue the frenzied combo of molar and spit. His tongue touches every chroma on its way to blue. He’s been rinsing with gravel, flossing with wire and chewing brick again, he’s been a bad, bad boy.
But he is crackerjack conjurer of washboards and rubber, even suburb girls welcome the twinging. I want to nibble yesterday’s corona from his chin, rub my index finger along the surface of his laugh, pull the maw open to check the slick road of his throat. There’s something illegal going on down there, the sweet keening of ancient instruments. the orchestra is fidgety, click-hipped, steaming inside that skin. The boy opens the beauteous and, in gut rendering, words become both otherwise and everything.