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“Memories of Old and Young”- Patrick Maguire
August 28, 2013, 8:59 pm
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My grandfather came to live with us for a time when I was eleven. His first night was the first night I heard the screaming.
As small boy’s are known to do, I immediately looked to the shelter of my parents. My mother soothed my fear as only she could. “Grampa sometimes makes noises in his sleep. He’s done that ever since I was a little girl but it’s nothing to worry about.”
Back then we didn’t have words like PTSD in the popular vernacular. My mother lacked the resources to accurately describe what WW2 had done to my grandfather but her words were a comfort. The screaming was something you got used to like the popping of radiators when the heat comes on. The thing that was hard to get used to was the crying.
One day when I got up to use the bathroom I found my grandfather crying on the hallway floor. This was not the first time I had found him in such a position but it was the first time I did not retreat back into my room to stare at him nervously through a barely cracked door. This time I walked up to him and said, “I’m sorry about what happened to you.”
He looked up at me with such a look of relief, which I at first mistakenly attributed to my saying sorry. With tear stained checks he then said to me, “Don’t worry son. I’m not crying because I was there. I’m crying because I’m so happy to be here.”

August 27, 2013, 10:59 am
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It’s hard to write when personal matters take over. Recently, a friend from the music scene, Samuel Yager of Birthdays, has been in a coma due to a bike accident. It was hard to figure out what to do because I am not his great friend. We are not constantly in contact however the connections we have had have been wonderful times and meant something to me, proving to me that he is a person that I want to know and to help.

Due to the recent incident, instead of posting my sadness about it, I chose to help organize a benefit show in Brooklyn, which is currently in the works. I also want to write about his music here, because it’s truly inspiring and awesome and I’d like to share a bit of that instead of wallowing in helplessness at the situation. So here goes:


Birhtday’s self-titled album, which came out in October of 2012 is one of my favorite collections of songs. There is an electronic dance-rock element as well as a kooky, fun Animal Collective style organic feel that drives the songs home.  The vocals are looped and harmonizing amongst spurts of noises, percussion sounds and melodic guitar parts that are catchy as hell.  “Biggie Shorty,” comes in like a 90’s dance classic with bleating electronics and a clanging beat, then whistling enters. This song could probably get anyone to dance or at least tap their foot. His vocals are low and echo-y overtop all that’s going on. Each song has it’s own strange, unique style going on, but they all give way to a heady, thoughtfulness.

The warm energy that emanates from these songs is contagious and exciting, especially with the thought that he does all of this by himself probably in his bedroom somewhere. “Mating Falls” rises into the speakers with a quick, clacking beat and some flowing synths. The family style vocals sing on top and suddenly the song bursts open into a combination tribal and house drum beat. It sounds like falling out of the air, out of a helicopter into a party or an ocean full of confetti. Each song feels like a party, a party with feeling and love, the kind that you know you’ll meet good people at and be engrossed in conversations.

These songs feel like happiness, dancing, and youth and I never want to lose any of that. They scream out all of Samuel Yager’s personality and entice you to move with it. You can listen to the album and his other tunes here:

If you are in the Brooklyn area, there will be a Benefit show at Silent Barn on September 14. It will be an all day event sponsored by a variety of helmet and bike light companies promoting bike safety. There will be raffles for customized helmets and artistic bike lights. If you want more information about Samuel’s progress or how else to contribute you can check out this blog updated by his mom and close friends:

Ride safe and rock on.

Blogshare with Patrick Maguire: “Three Coins”
August 20, 2013, 9:22 pm
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Failure to post needs to stop. Being done with grad school should allow for plenty of time to write in here however, it’s harder than I thought. So I’m gonna get a good kick in the ass by the talented Patrick Maguire who is going to be guest writing on Words For Food once a week.

Patrick is the author of the novel Oldandgoodfriend. He has also been writing short fiction that has appeared around the web since he attended Emerson College. Patrick now concentrates mostly on micro fiction. Below is the first piece to be featured on Wordsforfood, followed by once a week stories. Perhaps our words will combine or overlap at times in terms of theme or subject, but for now enjoy!

Three Coins

I step away from the post office. In my hand are a four coins. Change given to me by the post office attendee. Among the grouping is one of the dirtiest pennies I’ve ever seen. The kind that wore away it’s shiny exterior far too early to ever get it back. The kind of penny that has spent the last few years on the streets. The kind that has made hard choices, made wrong choices. The kind that maybe has too strong a taste for whiskey and too weak a will to function otherwise. The kind that would spend a whole day’s take on a burner phone but not have the stones to call his little girl. The kind that they threw a parade for when he came home but now stares at four coins in his fingerless glove. At least now I can afford a nip from the liquor store off Ashland.