RC Edrington has been a scourge on the small press for years. He’s published numerous chapbooks, the first being Whiskey Coma Blues. His scribbles have also appeared in countless journals, anthologies, e-zines and magazines. He offers no graduate degree in any imaginary art form. Nor can he produce a certificate of authentication from any hip writing guild to prove he is an actual writer. He despises hip coffee boutiques and the meaningless flesh that haunts them. You can , which I highly recommend as there is tons of great content and useful resources.
Concrete released their self titled debut album in 1987. I was a burned out mess coming out of the hardcore punk scene in desperate need of a change in sound. After all the aggression and testosterone that poured out of the Los Angeles hardcore scene, it was refreshing to hear Johnette's voice smooth the edges a bit. The album still remains among my all time favorites. It captures a moment and the emotions of a distinct period of time. Very reminiscent of the X album "Los Angeles" released in 1980. Perhaps not in sound, but in its ability to capture the jaded soul of Los Angeles. Some of my best memories of live music came from seeing X and Concrete Blonde play together. While X has garnered critical respect, Concrete Blonde was fairly ignored. This is a must own album. RC Edrington
I received my bound galley copy of ‘Scarred Canvas’ by RC Edrington in the post a couple of weeks ago and have just finished my second reading this morning, not the type of poetry book you want to be reading during breakfast. I had never heard of RC Edrington before, but that is the reason why I have this site and why I love finding new writers or new writers finding me, and what a privilege it is to find such a writer who speaks straight from the heart, fearless, with a back-bone straight and hard.
she cuddles nudein a puddle of pillowson the studio floor as tho she's alwaysbelonged therewhile I sitat this wornkitchen table& choke downstale bits of bagelbetween shotsof Jack Danielslast nightshe wanted loveI just wantedto lose myselfinside the acheof her softtattooed skinthis morningI sit & stareat her pale legs& breasts waitingfor her to awake& decide if she still will needwhat I hopeshe doesn't thinkeither of usmay have foundRC Edrington
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