Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Beach Sloth is creating Blogs

                Beach Sloth is a project I created officially on July 27th, 2010. I love blogging about people. There is so much culture to explore and support. Ever since I began Beach Sloth I have not needed a TV for anything. My life has been fulfilled seeing what wonderful pieces of work made it online into my browsers, my emails, my PDFs, my videos, and my music. Honestly thanks to Beach Sloth I have been exposed to more culture than I could ever possibly wrap my arms around. 

                That is why I created a Patreon account. I could use a few sponsors to help me meet my monthly expenses which are pretty small. I live frugally. At this point I do not need much to survive since I have cut down what I consider my needs. What I do know that I need, what I am passionate about, is all the wonderful people I have reviewed on this blog. Countless individuals that I have been fortunate enough to meet have become incredibly close friends, the kinds of friends that I can confide in and treat just like those people I have met in person.

                Financial support for Beach Sloth gives me a reason to spend a greater amount of time on auxiliary aspects of the project. Already I have released an e-book through Amazon, a chapbook I printed myself, an album free for download, an e-book released for free through Peanut Gallery Press (which has been favorably mentioned by Dennis Cooper), and a book through Dig That Book Co. So I try to keep Beach Sloth as active as I possibly can. 

                Everything I create for the blog shall continue to be free. I have great plans for Beach Sloth, including an eventual full-length book, another full-length album offered free of charge, and smaller e-books and chapbooks. People who feel like contributing money to me via Patreon can do so right

                I also understand a lot of my readership cannot afford to support me via Patreon. My presence on Patreon will not change anything about what I can for the blog. All it means is if someone wants to support me financially outside of the usual avenues of:

And – my Paypal account, which has since become an MEME 

             Recently I have also decided to start a Fiverr account which basically expands what I do on a regular basis into new forms. If you are interested in my Fiverr work (want something written, shared, re-tweeted, etc.) you can go:


They can. It is that simple. Nothing else will change. I shall continue Beach Sloth, this passion project of mine, because I think that what I do is rewarding in ways outside of mere monetary concerns. My ultimate goal for Beach Sloth is to have it financially support me and a small group of writers I particularly like (I have people in mind for this). That is far away but with Patreon that can become considerably easier. Thank you for reading this and thank you for coming to my little corner of the universe. 

                Additionally I would like to thank everyone who has been able to support me on Patreon. It means more to me than I can possibly express.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Advertising on Beach Sloth

                Today on this old Blog I have a special announcement: I am offering advertising up to whoever is interested. By no means is this going to dramatically change much of anything. After a few years of pouring my heart and scroll into this fine invention I’m ready to take things to the next level. 

                Advertising is in a few forms. Anybody interested in advertising can feel free to contact me at the following address:


                I use that address exclusively for anything payment or Beach Sloth business related. That address proved to be infinitely helpful whenever I have sold T-shirts or chapbooks. Anybody can buy either of those things from me still. 

                T-shirts, Buttons, Etc. go here.
                Chapbooks go here.
                Patreon (NEW) go here.

                I offer a few things for advertising purposes. As the blog is now an increasingly smaller part of what I do I also offer other places to advertise:

                My Twitter
                My Tumblr

                My advertising efforts have already begun prior to this post. Nobody has noticed yet so I figured now would be a great time to take things to the next level. Whoever is interested in advertising through any of my online platforms can do so. Simply email me, let me know what you need, what sort of prices you would be willing to pay, and what kind of advertising you are hoping to do (music, literature, other products, etc.). 

                Thus far my advertising efforts have been pretty successful since they have reinforced rather than taken away from what I have already done. Beach Sloth is a huge passion project for me. I hope to continue doing exactly what I love doing on all platforms. This project has taken on a life of its own. My initial estimate for the length of Beach Sloth was a year, tops, maybe two years. Now it is close to entering its fourth year, hence my desire to try and make this more sustainable for me. 

                Note that I am going to continue this Blog for the indefinite future. There is no specific end in sight for this site. I want to continue doing this with the least amount of interruption possible. I am infinitely thankful for everything everyone has managed to do for me. I have received great support for this project which is why it has continued this long. 

                Whoever is interested in simply donating me money (through the kindness of their heart) can do so via my PayPal account: I will continue to blog for you. That is a promise.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Beach Sloth - It doesn't matter what you look like on the outside it’s what’s on the internet that counts 11.0

                Among the masterpieces of the world Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection is the best. Other forms of art are stupid compared to what Beach Sloth has effortlessly accomplished in his debut poetry publication. Writers yearn to truly navigate the depths of the human soul the way an anonymous dad sloth does with absolute ease. Throughout the collection Beach Sloth goes from hilarious to tragic in mere fractions of an inch. Of course this may be due to the font size but it is a grand testament to Beach Sloth’s powers as a highly blogging entity that his work appears to be perfected within these hallowed pages. 

                Trees give their lives for books but usually those books are not as good as Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection. Few things can be. Beach Sloth has for years, nigh decades, supported people. His credo of “Support Each Other” can be felt throughout the surprising debut poetry collection. At times dark and touching Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection takes a different approach from his actual blogging material. Yes the playfulness is still there. Yet there is specific commentary on some of the people that Beach Sloth truly cares for both people he has encountered and people he grew up with. For limiting the collection to random strangers, while fitting his blog’s aesthetic, is thrown aside for a more personal approach. 

                What is most interesting about Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection is the dearth of sloths. Throughout the collection Beach Sloth fails to mention much in the way of actual sloths. Maybe this is because Beach Sloth feels it is too painful to reflect upon growing up in a human’s world as a mere sloth covered in algae hanging off of trees. Currently few are interested in the secret lives of sloths excluding the valiant efforts of a select few biochemists who realize that sloth algae could provide a plethora of life-extending and life-improving pharmaceuticals. 

                Until such time as scientists are able to cure common ailments using sloth back algae, there is Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection. Sure maybe Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection will be unable to cure the common cold but it can improve the spirit and isn’t that just as good, if not better? There is a lot of harshness in life a lot of people who feel like doing it alone. Life does not need to be that way. People are social creatures and with Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection people will feel closer together. And that is better than any medicine. 

                Go HERE to learn more about the importance of Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection,how to order, and how to have a fun time in general. 

Note for Book Price: While I have a 'pay what you want' feature I would say that the minimum suggested price for the book is $13 US/Canada, $18 International (I figure I am going to be sending a lot of stuff internationally).

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Carousel - 2113

Carousel’s 2113 is a force of nature. Sounding straight out of the 70s Carousel highlight the best of that gigantic muscular style. Their chops are impressive and they tap into an overwhelming sound whether they are pummeling the listener with hyperactivity or slow dirges. Whatever their particular approach they dominate fully and completely. Volume is a must as these are pieces that were made to be as loud as possible. 

Wasting no time they throw the listener right into the thick of things with “Trouble”.      Moving things into an infectious groove with an exceptional drum and bass workout is the raw sound of “Photograph”. “Jim’s Song” burns through its track length with absolute ferocity with Dave Wheeler’s vocals as a true highlight of the piece. Aptly named “Highway Strut” employs an ideal driving rhythm that does not quit with a sense of hope tying everything together. Going for the slow burn is the expansive “Strange Revelation” whose dreamier elements build themselves up into a fevered pitch for the song’s satisfying finale. By far the highlight of the album is the title track “2113”. For “2113” Carousel create a sense of tension punctuated by some incredible guitar solos. “Turn to Stone” has Carousel closing the album on a tender note.  

2113 carefully comes together into a concise mix tapping into the best elements of classic rock, from the overwhelming rhythms to soaring guitar solos. 2113 shows off the sheer power Carousel possesses.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Peter Kater - Love

On “Love” Peter Kater displays his impressive talent proving why he is one of the best pianists around today. With a multitude of accolades already to his name, “Love” proves that they are well-deserved. Elegant and stylish Peter Kater has a voice that is uniquely his own. The piano here is mined for an emotional depth that few can reach. By letting these pieces nicely flow into each other the songs possess a unique spirit about them as they glide towards tender terrain. 

Carefully drawn out the opening track “Love” is a patient and kind piece of work. Peter Kater lets it build up moving into some breathtaking flourishes. Conjuring up images of Debussy is the gentle spirit of “Innocence” where his delicate touch shows the infinite optimism that flows through much of the album.  Rhythmically soothing is the powerful work of “Deeply” as it ebbs and flows from the subdued to the stratospheric. Easily the highlight of the album is the divine work of “Intimacy”. On here Peter Kater lets the sound simply linger as the cyclical nature of the piece lets it gradually come into full bloom. Full of sheer loveliness is the hallowed tones of “Union” where Peter Kater’s work gains great volume benefitting from his passionate performance, like a sonic approximation of a raging sea. Bringing the album to a close is the meditative spare work of “Passion”. For this track Peter Kater celebrates space as the piece is drawn out into dreamier territories. 

Melodically sound, resonant, and rich Peter Kater’s “Love” is a gem of an album. It can be found right here

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Delete Your Account! Live

Where did your online presence begin? It is a question people ask themselves every day as they get trapped in an infinite feedback loop of social media. Lesser accounts shared on greater accounts, how did it come to this? Fortunately there is a group located in a super-secret location in Manhattan, specifically at 2180 3rd Ave, New York, New York 10035 coming together to try and shine some light on this difficult topic. 

The life of the online presence is a fascinating one. Early on in the life of an online presence there are a lot of kinks to work out. Origin stories are one of the exciting parts of an online presence’s career. Usually online presences get paid in tens, sometimes hundreds, of cents throughout their not particularly lucrative careers. Perhaps most intriguing is the many permutations of an online presence which in many ways mirror the experiences the presence has as they mature from troll to a post-troll figure. 

Post-troll is what happens when the joy of trolling ends. Everybody starts out as a troll. The world needs them to some degree. Some never really go beyond troll as being a troll is a particular unique online experience. Even more start their online presence as lurkers, those who have accounts for the sole purpose of following more prolific accounts. For these individuals the world is a place that they feel the need to shadow. 

Online presences began long ago in a world with slower internet connections. Those initial sites are full of embarrassing things. Plenty of those sites are now fully abandoned. Myspace is the Detroit of the Internet with the pages recalling individuals in their teens and early twenties ready for excitement. Songs play instantly on those sites welcoming the few that continue to roam, lost in an Internet that has passed them by. 

Few ever look back on those early days of their internet usage. They forgot what made their work so spectacular. With those first steps they began a career that continued onward into the future. Lots of lines written, journal entries shared with the world, and they were mere practice for what was to come much later. The nice thing about these early attempts is is they are all cached. With the rare instances when someone was foolish (smart) enough to delete them, they are still there waiting for a new set of eyes. 

This is the purpose of this reading: to celebrate the baby steps of a beautiful bouncing addiction to the internet. 

BERL’s BROOKLYN POETRY SHOP presents: Worst Case Ontario, Soren Stockman, and more!

Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop exists in the part of Brooklyn that makes Manhattan feel poor. That’s right, the good old fashioned 11201. Life is good in this part of Brooklyn and poetry is a large part of the reason why it remains such a desirable place to live. On August 25th in the year 2015 of the Lord, the dark Lord Satan, a handful of Canadians shall come to spread cheer and goodwill to the individuals in 11201. 

Jessica Bebenek makes the world a better space with her carefully placed poetry and prose. Her work has appeared in Prairie Fire, a terrible fire which devoured the Dakotas earlier this year. Upon putting out that fire the firefighters realized that the fire grew within those hallowed pages until it set a spark that destroyed over 12,000 acres of farmland. That is the power of poetry. Thanks to poetry over five Con Agra farms were lost. So yeah, Jessica Bebenek’s work is that good. Plus, she also knits, a skill few know how to do with her cleve of skill and finesse. 

JC Bouchard was born in a former mining town. Lots of people think he’s a miner but that’s because of the beard. Poets and miners have a lot in common: both are digging, both live in rural areas, but only one of typically possesses an MFA. One of his poems was long-listed which is pretty good as Santa makes sure to check that list twice. Yep, classic Santa, always reading poetry of the famed northern Canadians, as they aren’t too far from Santa’s workshop and understand the bleakness of northern life. 

dalton derkson uses a great deal of alliteration in their description of themselves. Punks do that a lot especially those from the prairies. Blessed with a heart several times too big dalton derkson has promoted his fellow punk poets from the prairies. Many poets move from the prairies as there’s not much to do out in the prairies besides counting prairie dogs, those cute creatures. 

JM Francheteau wrote a pack of lies in chapbook form. Usually people tell packs of lies but JM Francheteau went a little further, opting to instead publish them in glossy pages. It is curious to note that JM is yet another transplant from rural Canada, leading to the question as to exactly how rural rural Canada is. Unfortunately nobody has ever come up with a satisfying answer for the spareness of Canada. Canada is an empty vast place that puts Russia to shame in terms of frigid temperatures and not much happening. 

Julie Mannell writes for the Huffington Post, a famous Tumblr. She has received awards for her work which is grand indeed considering her work is award-worthy. When she’s not receiving awards of the highest possible caliber she’s busy planting the seeds of future poetry crops with the hopes that they will bear great fruit (or vegetables, depending on the person’s preference). 

Last is the American of the group, Soren Stockman. Straight outta Massachusetts Soren Stockham has appeared everywhere except Brooklyn…until now! Usually he spends his summers in sunny tropical Lithuania but for this rare year he’s making it out to the boogie down Brooklynites of the world. 

August 25th - the day poetry in the 11201 zip code changes for a few hours. Be there and don’t be square, please. 

Monday, August 24, 2015

Friday on Elm Street - Midnight Fun

Friday on Elm Street’s “Midnight Fun” shows that pop-punk is alive and well. Throughout the album they are reminiscent of Blink 182. Anthemic to the core these are songs that deserve to be played as loud as possible. With concise powerful arrangements and strong vocals both courtesy of Frankie Alberti, the songs linger in the mind long after they are over. Packed to the brim with cultural references this is a remarkably smart album. 

“11:11” wastes no time starting right in the middle of things as Friday on Elm Street burns through the track time. Powerful percussion defines the fast-paced “28 Days”. Lyrically “28 Days” shows off Friday on Elm Street’s penchant for horror films with a wink and a nod. Volume’s turned down for the sweet sounds of “Midnight Fun”. A total rush of sound defines the burst of energy that is “Crazy Lady”. Staying true to their fondness for terror is the “The Babysitter” which possess a cinematic quality to it, right down to describing the exact action of the titular hero. “The Plague” serves as the album’s highlight with everything syncing up in just the right way. Vocals are perfect with the mixture of humor and horror working perfectly. Ending things on a high note is “Same Damn Thing” whose bass line is wholly satisfying. 

Friday on Elm Street creates a fully formed cohesive and downright infectious album of pop-punk perfection with “Midnight Fun”. 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Dishwasher by Sam Pink

Dishwashers of the world unite. That’s what they do. Gross piles of half-eaten food keep them up keep them employed. At this point in their history they prepare everything for the industrial sized dishwashing machines. Employed to ensure the machines are taken care of theirs is a life of monotony. While life doesn’t seem terrible to them at first it soon becomes disgusting. Filled with this gross smell brought on by washing so many foods off of piles they learn to hate the restaurant patrons that come in, eat part of their meal, and head on off letting others take care of their food. 

Ramekins are for the needy awful people of the world. They think they are being sophisticated but they are not. Life with ramekins makes the dishwasher’s life unnecessarily more difficult. Impossible to clean easily they slow down the pace of a dishwasher. For ramekins are made one way and they will never change. Somebody talks about how the ramekins run out. Does anybody ask for these items because they genuinely desire them or because of another reason, because they are socially obligated to enjoy these foolish things. 

Even the dishwasher can make peace with his endless task. He hears the ramekins clink against the dishes. Out of this monotony he finds a sense of peace. By repeating the task he feels the same thing over and over again. Life becomes better as he looks for these small embellishments, the things that attempt to bring color to the grey mess that is the sink water. Dishes might be the dishwasher’s worst enemy but he has a soft spot for cups. Cups are easy things to handle. 

Hours go by. The dishwasher continues. He interjects into conversations, anything to relieve the tedium of dishwashing. Elements of the restaurant float on in and out of the kitchen. Cooks make the food and wonder about the stupidity of the patrons who eat there, those completely unsatisfied individuals. Yet those idiots never realize it the idiots feel they have paid for the right for everything to be perfect. Worst of all the patrons eat almost nothing that they have been given, letting their food linger long after the fact. 

Towards the end of eight hours the dishwasher wants to give up, wants to not smell like the stuff sprayed off of plates. Yet there is no relief. It starts all over again for theirs is a life that continues until everything closes. 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Bongo Boy Records Compilations Volume Six

Bongo Boy Records celebrates the current solid state of indie rock with its Volume Six Compilation. For this particular collection it carefully selects a plethora of bands giving it a wide selection from full-on physical sound of Jon Mullane to the gentle work of Hizreturn. Carefully paced Volume Six shows that Bongo Boy Records can put together an impressive mix-tape of sound, harking back to earlier sweeter more personal times with music. 

“Catch Me” by Barbara Kiss opens things up with the highest possible energy. The song is giddy and is able to barely restrain itself as it captures a sense of affection. For a more physical experience there is the dance-rock work of Jon Mullane, whose “Body Rock” delivers on its promise. Absolutely infectious it displays a keen knack for the sort of rock ’n roll bacchanal embodied by DFA’s extensive roster of bands. After two absolute rushes of sound Amycanbe’s “Truth Be Told” offers an introspective, summer-hazed languid tempo, with particularly effective horns. For the collection’s heart there is the tenderness of Secret Lie’s “Filling Spaces”. Gingerly hushed work appears on the emotionally charged “Don’t Want to do it Again” whose strings help emphasize Daniel Amedee’s earnest vocal delivery. Ending the collection on a strong note is the celebratory work of Inches From Sin with “Move On”. 

On Volume Six Bongo Boy Records shows off the cream of the crop of indie rock.