The Muse and Whirled Retort 2016

T.H.E. .M.U.S.E. .A.N.D. .W.H.I.R.L.E.D. .R.E.T.O.R.T. August 2016

July 30, 2016

Lopez Island, WA

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We will be doing a small series of shows to celebrate its release!

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it will take you tp a little movie collage I made for one of the songs on the album so you can sample a track right now and enjoy a quick little collage I made... very fun!

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Here is your W.H.I.R.L.E.D. .R.E.T.O.R.T.

a new poem for summer.

July 30, 2016

Lopez Island, WA

In Late July

By Chris Chandler

Today I built my first sandcastle,
at the top of the tide line.

It is magnificent,

with small clam shells capping each turret,
draped in seaweed.

Long transparent gelatinous sea bulbs
crown the highest spires,

and form spirals winding down her spires
into her inner courtyard.

Her sandy keep sits high,

looking down upon the drawbridge
surrounded by an empty moat.

As the tide comes in,
the continual pulsing of tiny waves
flows into her channels,
begins to circle her with water.

A small child, compelled by this beauty,
runs out to ocean's edge,
bringing back buckets of water,
to pour into the carved canals,
drawing the seawater in,
priming the pump like a siphon.

Her name is June,
it is late July.

Soon the moat is full.

Our glorious castle stands proud in the setting sun.
Feathered flags unfurled.

I sit back in my plastic beach chair throne,
crack a champagne of beers,
and overlook my kingdom.

Yet the tide cares not for my reign.

It pushes closer.
Soon my kingdom is under siege.

The rampart begins to crumble.

The drawbridge floats away,
and resumes its former life as a piece of driftwood.

Walls patiently moulded with Tupperware pots

and a small child's spade begin to collapse.

Delighted! we cry at its impermenance ...

The persistent tide pushes against the walls of the keep.

A soft stew of salty seaweeds,
fringes the advancing front,
as one by one,
her grand pillars,
planted with flags of feathers,
timber back into the weedy brine.

Then, at last,
the final tower tips.

Yet, still one last proud feather
stands erect,
clinging defiant

against the sea,
until it too is engulfed and floats away...

Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow we will never see.
Leaving us only today...
and the sea, and the sand, and the tide...
and her eternal devotion to the pull of the moon...
and the look of wonder...
in a small child's eyes,
named June,
in late July.


Thanks y'all for your continued support...

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August, 2016



Seattle, WA

9:00 PM

The Chris Chandler and Paul Benoit Show

Egans Ballard Jam House

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Vancouver, BC Canada

7 PM

House Party - to Celebrate Storytelling

A House Party for the Storytellers of Vancouver, BC

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Victoria, BC

The Victoria Folk Music Society Presents Chris Chandler and Paul Benoit

The Norway House

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Ashland, OR

7:00 PM

CANCELED House Concert



Nevada City, CA

8:00 PM

The Chris Chandler and Paul Benoit Show returns to Nevada City with Obo Martin

The National Hotel

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Richmond, CA

8:00 PM

Full Two Set Show

Kaleidoscope Coffee

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Berkeley, CA

7:30 PM

Chris Chandler and Paul Benoit

The Monkey House

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Fairfax, CA


Laurie Greenfest Berger Presents

Wu Wei Tea Room

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updated: 5 years ago