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Thursday, October 9th, 2008
12:59 am	Miriam. Black. Demimondaine. You can really learn a lot that way It will change you in the middle of the day. Though your confidence may be shattered, It doesn't matter... Sometimes a Great Marvel (16 mm; 5 minutes; black and white; silent/sound) A father (Watt), suffering from the delusion that his etymologically precocious son (Smothergill) is pretending to be mute, poses as a 'professional conversationalist' in order to draw the boy out. Who Can I Turn To Stereo "you cannae be both a chump and a ghost" "yeah?" "simple. the essence of chumpness is getting, well, chumped and we pretty much agree, i think, having something happen to you defies the essential nature of Ghostliness." "maybe i'm in some nether-realm where i'm not all the way Dead, all the way Chump." "so i'm slowly turning into your Thought Projection, is that it? and why, pray tell, would you be peddling this particular brand of shit to, you know, yourself?" ps/ I PAY SARCASTICO TO THE CROONER OF LIGHT MUSIC (exception to neil diamond [houston] taking public transit]) SmOAK of the ordinary... [ Pierre or The Ambiguities is prolly down inna box inna closet (another "little something" fawn thoo th' cracks generated by the scanning I {one eye a fork, the other a knife...}) ] b.) used t'make tapes (walkin' inna indie wunderland...) z.) "carpet man" (5th Dimension) pedwar [ a shout.out to destructobanjo and nyquil_baby, people who helped me through the hard times 3,4 years ago. thanks! ] See that my Talmud is kept Moist Drinking While Intoxicated, April 2004 (to answer a question from a differenter time than, sheesh, April '04...) No results found for "bitchin' teen domain" ". Minneapolis is full of snobby fuckers who have nothing better to do with their time than make up nonsense and impersonate other people. Bigups bullshit drama" -- Ana Widstrom Mr Zero Karma / "leaving no footprints" I didn't tell you to avoid that escapade because it would harm BB, but because it would tip your hand to him and to King Vitamin. You are terribly exposed. When you had no life, this was liberating, I suppose, as was claiming you were "already dead." But now you are in the world. *yawn* [ dumped - without ceremony - Silicon Valley's own Eternally Aspiring model "persis" ] [cf, mem'ries (like Clouds Without Water)] STOP "broken down gambler" (Skillet Lickers) a-and duns cottios hedware ("hWipping Post," natch) turned into Cumberland street "Please write me a long letter and tell me more. Remember if you do not I will punish you. So now you know what I will do to you, you naughty boy if you do not wrote." [ KEYWORDS : brolin , boylan , henry flower ] (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 4th, 2008
10:49 pm	"Bag of Dicks" award goes to ...Cathy Procopio of Cantos Booksellers (store and owner encased in the dried piss scent of Winstons). i was walking up Campbell to pick up tix for the Joe Biden concert (shut up!) when i decided onna vim to duck into the aforementioned green-awninged extablishment. selection's gone from decent/tolerable to practically pretty much nothing. "can i help you find? huh? Huh??" the Proprietrix asked. said i was "just visiting" and if something was way ouch the ordinary, i'd pick it up, sure! on my way twards the door, i saw something amusingly Colorful, deshelved it and opened to Contents. she removed it from my hand and huffed, "now it's used! there's a library up the street, perhaps you should go There..." i was right on the edge of "fuck you, lady, fuck you very much" when she turned her attention to a young couple who'd entered the store. she raced to the back and discovered them ... opening a book ! and *this* is what she said: "i know the chains have conditioned people to think of bookstores as libraries, but they are not. i would be glad to sell you this book and you can go to the coffee shop down the street to read it." ...again, taking the book from a (potential) Customer's hand. are you getting this? Mz Procopio obviously doesn't know shit about selling anything / you never take merchandise out of the hands of someone who may be considering a purchase. and the notion that she's competing with "the chains" is ridiculous: they have a SELECTION, she does not. it's well.managed independent booksellers like Ram's Head and, sure, the used shop "Too Many Books" that are a natural alternative to the Big Chains. locals don't recognize Cantos as a local business because she shows utter contempt for her adoptive city. am i suggesting that she comes from a place where rudeness is a way of life? i do not: she's from either Syracuse or Albany and i can tell you that down the road in Binghamton, people were so turned off by the owner of Gil's Book Loft that he had to take his abrasive personality out of the mix and focus exclusively on mail order/online sales. when a business owner hates their customers, their one or two employees and, quite possibly, their own miserable self, it's no wonder Cantos Booksellers looks as though it's going under... that was a lot of funn, no? truth be told, the book lady ain't what's really under my skin (and when you hear me making "political" rhizome everywhere, politics is prolly the *last* thing on my mind). we're having "stress reactions" here at the Motel. sneaky political operatives, prolly Unitarian, are pulling switcheroos. and that engagement ring you found on the sidewalk (complete with Bill of Sale)? well, that item - which hath no owner - it's exceeded the elastic limit of the 30 day return policy (and i, a solid, am Agitated [an exchange *might* be considered, but - jeez louise - for what and WHY?]). you don't have to play "high school" when you're _ years out / in *this* world, "high school" comes to you ! from Th' MindHive Yearbook (author subknown) sleestak - A caped figure lurking on the edges of Hive activity, sleestak has devoted his long (two hundred and twelve years, fact fans!) life to spinning a web of intrigue about his shadowy doings. Rumored to be a founding member of the illuminati, sleestak enjoys wiping frosted TV dinner trays over his belly and inscribing arcane symbols on the soles of his slippers with a ballpoint pen. He likes his gals, or not, who knows? Catchphrase: "Easy left! Hard Right!" Current Music: "my station will be changed after awhile" (Blind Boy Firk) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
2:39 am	"bake a new hed, Ted..." [ i decipher here with another name... ] Retirement in 4 years! Have been thinking about 60 acres in Arkansas: pick-up truck w/gun rack, goat, pig, 5 ac. in asparagus, and a worm ranch. Can you get worms to grow little feathers - so they can be used for fly fishing? Jackals, False Grails: The Golden Horseshoe Transylvania 6-5000 (1985) BOMB D: Rudy DeLuca. Jeff Goldblum, Joseph Bologna, Ed Begley, Jr., Carol Kane, Geena Davis, Michael Richards, Norman Fell. Tediously unfunny horror-movie spoof that wastes a lot of talent. Shot in Yugoslavia, and should have stayed there. ["If he was my friend, I'd shave his butt and send him off to New York." "I already done it."] "This is the Zodiac speaking..." IN BREAKROOM WE PUT UP AN "IMAGINE" POSTER AND WE BORROWED AN AIRPLANE PICTURE FOR OUR SIDE. IF THIS IS NOT O.K. LET ME KNOW. SINCE I HAD AN OLD BROOM HANDLE I WENT AHEAD AND RE DID YOUR DE-ICER BOTTLE. S(cape) it von't be a stylish funeral / a nazi var crimes tribunal... [ No one Slothrop has listened to is clear who's trying whom for what, but remember that these are mostly brains ravaged by antisocial and mindless pleasures ] "Someone the other night was dying," Rohr tells him, "I don't know if he was inside the Zone or out at sea. He wanted a priest. Should I have got on and told him about priests? Would he've found any comfort in that? It's so painful sometimes. We're really trying to be Christians ..." "My folks were Congregationalist," Slothrop offers, "I think." Current Music: "possession" (eCostello) (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 28th, 2008
6:32 am	"do you have the papers?" ...health department closed the City Market Building for "mouse droppings." the fact is that the Market Building - all food vendors (including the Cuban stand / best espresso in town for only a buck) - doesn't have any more of a problem than Downtown's other eateries: you could say that "mouse droppings" go with the territory. but we at Tire Sale Confidential smell a rat / specifically City Manager Darlene Burcham (aka "Big Red"). we have to be careful what we say, though: when a local blogger discovered someone who looked an awful lot like her weaving at high speed through a parking lot in an official vehicle, City Attorney Bill Hackworth convinced the individual that he'd seen no such thing (the vokka that drank itself?). the short of it is - and it's no southern mystery - the City wants to drive out the food vendors and put the facility to other uses / related, perhaps, to the soon-to-open Taubman Museum of Art across the street (the museum will feature the Lady Taubman's collection of Judith Leiber handbags). we likewise sense the hand of Warner Dalhouse, the high-powered midget who sold out a local bank 15 years ago. let's face it: Roanoke is a sealed tuna sandwich and the number of shit-disturbers i can count on one hand... Political Signs people put 'em in their yards, make bumper stickers, etc. one i've noticed of late is "Another Family Clinging to Guns and Religion" / these are the folks who can take or leave McCain, but are riveted by the specter of the almost/nearly Miss Alaska, a sort of post.ironic embodiment of Nicole Kidman's role in To Die For (will she send Levi Johnston out to bust Obama's kneecaps? McCain's?). but let's be specific about what sort of faith the armed an' faithful are clinging to. i mean, we could be tawking about Hezbollah / or the Polish Cowboys settling the West Bank with Uzis and an unerring sense of destiny. nope, we're talking about the One True Faith: some variety of Dispensationalism that you can get a taste of by way of your local TBN affiliate. Political Signing the dumbshow of American politics, an embarrassment i wouldn't even want to begin explaining to my Algerian aunt (she hears quite enough about it already, i'm sure). rumors boomerang , "explanations" flicker for an instant -- here's one from well outside the North American Entertainment District: Mayor Palin no like Dodie Smith I CAPTURE THE CASTLE ! ah, the seduction of America's Youth - including 40 yr old "young poets." let's listen in: "Finished? It isn't even begun! I'm still collecting material - though that'll go on indefinitely, of course." He began to walk about, talking more to himself than to me. "I believe I could make a start now if I could get a scaffolding that really satisfied me. I need a backbone -" "Was that why you took the haddock's?" I said involuntarily. a British novel with a voice we Americans can appreciate, sure / America, where everyone is young .. up to a point. David Foster Wallace understood that in America it's perfectly okay t'be a "40 yr old young poet," but he had no interest, apparently, in being a 50 year old one. Youth in America is a state of forever chewing fresh distractions / and that - carried to extremes (as all things are in America) - renders one unfit to do anything else. Each cartridge in the dock dropped on command and began to engage the drive with an insectile click and whir, and he scanned it. But he was unable to distract himself with the TP because he was unable to stay with any one entertainment cartridge for more than a few seconds. The moment he recognized what exactly was on one cartridge he had a strong anxious feeling that there was something more entertaining on another cartridge and that he was potentially missing it. He realized that he would have plenty of time to enjoy all the cartridges, and realized intellectually that the feeling of deprived panic over missing something made no sense. [ KEYWORDS: vulgar , vulgarity , robert benne , midge decter's penis, ben kingsley bong hits , edward said , embassy of the united states , bucharest romania ] Current Music: "we'll take oregon hill" (Tulsa Drone) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008
1:51 am	Songs the Hammons family 3) Julia - married Benjamin Corder, bond of 20-Jan 1849 [ is any of it *legitimately* legitimate? i'm recalling the time the pawnbroker claimed that, through J. Mascis, i was some kinda co-sub-in-law to Matt Valentine (who knew?) / but that's how you control a yuman and/or Voting Block: FLATTERY. "Obama thinks he's better than you, shore ! He tells his elite Volvo-sippin' Bay Area supporters that yer a pack of rubes who cling to METH and BOB SEGER TAPES for solace, doncha know ! but Governor Palin understands that it's YOU who're the troo Americans / and you'll get what's coming to you - we PROMISE - if you lend us your support in November..." ] The Great San Bernardino Birthday Party presented the esteemed Cara Joyce with a prettygood banjo on Saturday. once she had it situated on her person, it was as.if she - and it - were thoroughly @ home (can't . stop . Smiling , ah do declare...) free noisemakers an' hats ! did you catch us at the Gay Pride Parade? i thought for sure it would extend to the intersection of 460 and Williamson Rd (where i crashed a "March for Life" function once-upon-a-time, exploiting the more-than-slanting resemblance between Operation Rescue's Randall Terry and Welcome Back, Kotter's Ron Palillo) but, no, it was a purely sidewalk affair around Elmwood Park. i rather enjoyed the fact we were being led by a miniature burro, only later picking up on the political connotations / but let's be fair: nobody said the Republicans weren't invited. they have as much a right as anybody t'be Fantastic. remember Steve Forbes' run for the Presidency? guy played down the most interesting fact in his own personal closet: his Gay Dad. anyhoo, it was a rather muted event overall (but what, really, do you expect in this town?). Hillbilly Theatre of Eternal Music ...so we moved twards the Market area where we discovered VHF recording artist the Black Twig Pickers "laying it down," as they say. Cara spoke with Meester Gangloff (also of Pelt) about banjo technique. eternal fan of Information that i am, i was prolly as tickled as she was. Inside Stevie Clover "Well, not notices exactly, but my name's going to be in print. There's to be a piece about me under the photograph Leda's getting into the papers - saying how I'm a young actor of great promise. After this one picture where I keep coming on with goats, I'm to go on a contract and be taught to act. But not too much, they say, because they don't want to spoil me..." Current Music: "fancy" (hugo largo) (Comment on this)
Friday, September 12th, 2008
1:31 am	England Damn & John Ford Coulomb ...7th Anniversary of el.Qaeda's Discussion with America (followed by America's Discussion with Iraq, with Afghanistan...). so glad ev'rybody's on the same page. City in Catawba never been before today (the fawns were as near to tame as you're likely to find) / though, according to my Aunt Bessie, the father of her stepmum, William Seton Lavender (whose people were prolly from Craig County) spent some time drying out there. "Mrs. Fox-Cotton said that was no book for little girls," I told him. "It's no book for little vicars," he said chuckling. Games of "Please" (four-way hit of Wittgenstein) "...and there is no doubt that sometimes thinking has a magical character: then the world is conveived as a cow to be milked, and by concentrating my intellectual energies I can get her to hold still and deliver. But that is not the only form thinking assumes. There can be a thinking that is a mode of love, not will." Current Music: "Period Music" (High Llamas) (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 11th, 2008
12:46 am	from Minffordd, North Wales 'Joey & Dad' was a lightweight summer replacement series, teaming the (then) well-known sexpot Joey with her (by this time) obscure father. Any given episode of this brief series is pleasant fluff, but a screening of two or more episodes reveals that all of them had exactly the same format. Joey would do a sexy number. Joey and Dad would do some implausible banter about their father-daughter relationship. Dad would do a solo number with a nostalgic theme, such as 'Those Were the Days, My Friend' or 'The Men in My Little Girl's Life'. Ray Heatherton was still vital at this time, so it's annoying that this series only ever gave him musical material with a September-song theme. Joey & Dad, Fertile Mom and Old Guy, no way am i referring to McCain and Spiro Agnes (Billy Barty as a vertically-challanged CIA agent was just wrong).... "I want to bear your children !" No Blaze Orange for Mr Hilter (with Pastor John Hagee) "Then god sent a hunter. A hunter is someone with a gun and he forces you. Hitler was a hunter. And the Bible says -- Jeremiah writing -- 'They shall hunt them from every mountain and from every hill and from the holes of the rocks,' meaning there's no place to hide. And that might be offensive to some people but don't let your heart be offended. I didn't write it, Jeremiah wrote it. It was the truth and it is the truth. How did it happen? Because God allowed it to happen. Why did it happen? Because God said my top priority for the Jewish people is to get them to come back to the land of Israel." Current Music: "short grass" (Ian & Sylvia) (Comment on this)
Monday, September 1st, 2008
4:12 am	Failures having been pounded in the Pennsylvania primaries by Sen. Aitch Clinton, the Obama campaign's move to appeal to those voters is likely to have limited appeal. Joe Biden? ...sure, he was born there - and can mock up a tolerable Welsh Labour MP - but he could turn out t'be this year's Lloyd Bentsen. solution? a man who had his legs blown off in Vietnam / yet *still* managed to make it happen on the field for the Pittsburgh Steelers in four Super Bowls. he has what it takes to say "Fuck You" to John McCain / but is generally recognized as too nice a guy to actually do so. i present to you ... the esteemed Rocky Bleier: ... not that i'm advocating that anybody say "f_ck you" to John McCain (or, for that matter, "Don't make me give you a heart punch, you old fuck, and put you out of your misery"): guy has made some bold, if not entirely practical decisions. case in point: this Mayor of Alaska, lady name of Elaine(?) Palin. there was a certain immediate novelty to a potential near-Commander in Chief being a near-Miss Alaska and having the adventure of a near-miscarriage while playing hockey ... but already the novelty's worn off. she tawks about being an Agent of Shatter w.r.t. that glass ceiling and - who's to say? - p'rh'ps she is (that is, if she's speaking as a woman prepared to keep up with the Scalias in quashing reproductive freedoms). you boys wanna know about breaking through glass ceilings? hitting them hard, i mean, high above the earth at frightening speeds. Lisa Nowak can tell you: SHE'S SEEN SHIT. and passion? she's got it out the wazoo (and you know, in your heart of hearts, that blondie had it coming...): Current Music: "Buick Mackane" (T. Rex) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 28th, 2008
4:43 pm	сутенер, который трахается ! Barack Obama (Live @ Pompeii) City Trailer Political Pony Daniel Deronda , baby at your breast ... Current Music: "Peking Saint" (Cat Power) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 13th, 2008
8:16 pm	Making the Nature Scene McAfee Knob - better known as "McAfee's Knob." the conquerage of said "knob" was not terribly difficult (no pain to speak of till a couple days later...). you say "yeshiva," i say "madrasa" ...let's call the whole thing off. ( Jerusalem as a neutral zone administered by the Armenians ...) get your Czech on ! Kybernetická Babička or The Cybernetic Grandma (thanks, alagbon) Information Wonderland The Subtleties of Padgett Powell (thanks, tredecimal) the Baptists across the street built a yooge warehouse to make Chrustian funn inside / yet they must make themselves known to the world / so, in spite of the new facility (which would probably look more at home on a Texas plain), they insist on highly amplified "fellowship" in the parking lot (my Sekrit Lottery wish remains the same: i buy this property and up go the fucking minarets...). Current Music: "thermal treasure" (Polvo) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 6th, 2008
11:58 am	blimp men take you 4 a ride ...but there are other versions of Pearlman's early years one hears at Mitchell Gardens. The most compelling is told by Alan Gross, who for 55 years has lived in Apartment 4C, a narrow space crammed with flotillas of blimp models, blimp posters, blimp photos, blimp key chains and a cat. "This is the window Lou always talks about," Gross tells me, pointing across the Whitestone Expressway toward the long closed Flushing Airport. "Lou's apartment is on the other side of the building. He couldn't even see the blimps from there. He saw them here, because I showed him." "balloonatics," "Helium Heads" ... Pearlman did join Gross at the hanger, doing odd jobs, but Pearlman did little but sit and stare, which "made the blimp guys uncomfortable. I had to tell him to stop staring, to come out and talk a little, or they wouldn't let him hang around. That's really when he started coming out of his shell, you know. Sometimes I feel like the Dr. Frankenstein who created a monster." Bruce Dern's Greatest Hit The blimp was assembled at a naval base in Lakehurst, New Jersey. There were problems from the beginning, among them the fact that the gold paint Jordache demanded tended to turn brown after several days in the sun, making the blimp look, in Gross's words, "like a giant turd." On its inaugural flight, on October 8, 1980, the new Jordache blimp floated into the New Jersey sky on its way to New York Harbor, where it was to circle a promotional party Jordache was throwing. It made less than a mile, however, before losing altitude and forcing the pilot to crash-land in a garbage dump. Current Music: "Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 29th, 2008
8:06 pm	Bridge over the River ASS "Outside, a Trailways pulls up to the curb. The driver jumps out and runs into the building. Underneath CAUSE OF ACCIDENT I write, The rubber grommet on the steering column was not replaced, causing the wheels to lock. The box was not topped with oil the track rod was loose the curve banked improperly the road greased with the fat of a wild animal struck down before we came. A clear case of metal fatigue of misadventure driver passivity and a choked fuel line. We are young marrieds, wed almost yesterday. Grady looks at me lovingly and I strike him down with my fabulous eyes. Like the basilisk. The Jaguar soars off the road and into the scenery." "Take care of all your memories," said Nick, "for you cannot relive them and remember when you're out there tryin' to heal the sick that you must always first forgive them." Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before. Open the door, Richard, I've heard it said before But I ain't gonna hear it said no more. in ad war chords ah won rid cards ah worn discard add worn chairs rid wash candor don rich awards hid corn awards rod chin awards war and orchids hid car onwards hid scorn award has drown acrid rho drawn acids hid scar onward ardor sandwich candid harrows word arachnids Current Music: "Winter in July" (the 6ths) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 15th, 2008
1:03 pm	Give Obama a feckin BREAK already... guy has the GUTS to go before the NAACP and take to task McDonalds Corp. for committing, basically, CHEMICAL WARFARE against black african-americans. no doubt the O'Reilly/Fox crowd will go nuts over his championing of Belgian endive, but would you expect anything *less* from Bill "Americans are FED UP with opening up their lunch everyday and finding a stale BLT with mayo ... waitaminute, that's just me" O'Reilly? Tervist: Frowns from th'Gallery "say something NICE for once, Tim. i'll bet your old rival - and even the other one - i'll bet they're both, contrary to your Eternal Campaign to the Otherwise, most jocular fellows. i mean, how could you prove, right where you're sitting now, that - after a thousand years - what i'm saying is absolutely nontrue?" Action Park !! (b.w.o. Jay Jones) http://www.weirdnj.com/stories/_roadside20.asp http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Action_Park Tere (Huff the Magik Varnish) Attention, all Landmark employees, please ask permission before testing weapons on others... *********Tšau: ****"unchAnging windOw"******* " VESICA PISCES " Current Music: Guest Host (Stew) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 9th, 2008
4:47 pm	24 June 08 TV Movies - (70's) Cancer dramas w/ - what? - Peter Falk - one recovers? [songs] 2. "Larry" 3. Revenge drama - fat lady goes for body-identity change. - murders old lovers - locks one in the john. [ the Elite Programmers set all this stuff up years before ] 10 July 05 wrote something called ... "Caspian Shoes"? and i don't think i've written anything since. will likely transfer it from cassette to digital even though i fucking loathe the latter... Birthday Cara put one on me ... black balloons an' streamers, windows covered, pictures turned to face wall, skeletons, silhouette of th'Reaper w/ cowering figure, candles galore, chinese lanterns, black russians (death wore a sombrero / and me? black shirt w/ leopard pimp hat. more old-time Mystery School than any of that obvious Masonic horseshit (and she was just having a bit of FUNN). knitted me a logo onto a fine red shirt a-and, get this, th'Lady C did track down a copy of I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith (everything in the kitchen sink, y'all..). let me tell you, she - selected/put "in the wake of king fripp" on th'player - is/was the most selfless, wonderful person ! Terrastock 7 KOHOUTEK tear up like in Terry Allen's Pedal Steal / links jaswalender / copped a hip from a Noah Baumbach movie... An Evening of Contemporary BOX Music Pelt's set very "Empty Bell" (including the HAT) , gong/bowls to full.on BOXMAS. Secret Life of Machines that generator over by the beanburger an' expresso trailer goes down puzzly like a Doldrums song. did i see anything you can't live without? doubtful (discovered the SECRET INDUSTRIAL RESTROOM mentioned at the "Hidden Louisville" website). right now i'm in safe (secure) comfort at (with?) these tredecimal selections (HINT: start in the center / and work your way OUT). A _ Thing Happened on the Way Out the Arts Facility saw Dr Jeffrey Osborne, so - wtf - i holler, "JEFF OSBORNE !"...haven't seen the guy in long,many years - never really "knew" him, but -- the subject turns quickly to BLOGS and IDENTITY: "why is your username tdaschel and not, say, ESSdaschel? huh? HUH? Tim Poland doesn't think it's funny, i don't think it's funny and, well, you don't want to know what Matt thinks." Bodies without (Robertstigwood) Organisation [ your cancer cells will grow forever in a tissue culture dish if they are removed from your body. Odd, in Nature all things die or decay - except cancer cells, which can live forever. Cancer cells are an aberration of nature, a corruption of natural process, a loss of fundamental function. If cancer cells could, they would gladly overgrow a patient's body completely and with little organization... (Wb."w")] Excited States of America Matt would be Matt Laferty, a figment from my past (i guess). anyhoo, it was one of those deals that became a less-than-pleasant situation (did it all start on an ordinary evening at WUVT?). i even tried changing my name a year after i left Pittsburgh (privacy, protection, etc). Intentions of the Merch Hore there was somebody there who looked sorta like Matt, so i'm guessing it was him (Erik "th'Viking / doesn't ennybody remember?" Laferkopf presently cultivates a lo-maintenance burr). EML teaches a "History of Rock" course at SUNY-Binghamton. have no idea whether he's closer to Piero Scaruffi or, um, Rob Sheffield (and as an'ry schoo'child knows, it was Danny Conner who brought Sheffield and Renee Crist together). again, not sure why he and John were there. i mean, it's not as.if Lightning Bolt were playing ... june 20 (eeping milligram) Matt Laferty w/ red WFMU bag, a chore holler in this sea of muted colors. a-and that John Aguero (who didn't morph into King Tubby after all [who knew?]) have an IRONY on the 5th of July WFMU was playing "borrow my body" by One of Those Bands young Laferty kindly ignored during his time in Richmond (his tastes purely Anglophilic apparently / waiting for Throbbing Gristle maybe?) OUCH Castle & Environs no particular reason t'be Sour. guy recently helped organize a well-distributed (post)mixtape called People Take Warning (inspired by Operation Ivy's greatest hit? well, hopefully not the delusional Greil Marcus at any rate...). Christmas in July (My Playoff Beard) the consummate clew as to "why he 'hate' you like he do" is *so* simple: though he didn't write screenplays or form bands, he decided from a pretty much pre.adult sort of age to become a respected ROCK CRITIC (i mean, you've got to admire his committment to that sort of thing [writing one's own "kick me" sign?]). problem was, he left Richmond when it was at its most Ground Zero.est / i mean, he didn't know (and i wouldn't know either till LONG after the fact / only i didn't mind: chalk it up to a mean non.competitive streak). UNIVERSES were birthed there (Richmond was almostalways connected with the DC Metro scene, sometimesnever Chapel Hill). you'd have to interview a representative sampling of the entire cast: Andrew Beaujon didn't "get" the kids at the Eerie Materials house (and vice versa). the dreampop contingent felt victim to a conspiracy of LOUD (Slianglaos, Breadwinner). Dry County keeps promising to release a Brainflowr compilation (leaving Goshspeed! a Floydian afterthought...). and what of Pelt's revisionist liner.notes for Brown Cyclopedia ? there was never a center: Loris live at the Hole in the Wall (1995), passed hand-to-hand like some holy text, is as vital as the Doldrums album down at your local teen record shop. in short, the trouble is that M_tt, given his particular ambition, is still acting like he's the only person in the world with egg on his face. well, he's not. it's nice that Piero Scaruffi is around (in that Italy) to keep track of the ghosts that came and went in our own backyards / but Laferty wasn't the only person to've wandered Chauncey Gardner-oblivious to it all. we've all been in the fog / the point is to get OUT. Melody in C ("pisces") October 1981: Windy Gap to Cooper's Cove / Businesses: genetics, aerospace and, well, Cooper's Cove Babtist Church. the older kids remember best the old man who lived up from Creasy's. he showed David W. what he was working on / would send out stacks of letters to people like Bob Carver. through the miracle of industrial espionage - or perhaps simple twist of yumor (see also Pastor Bob Tilton's "missing" prayer requests) - designs would emerge, often five years later, from Europe (the Canton EC-P1 preamplifier) and Japan (the first NEC A/V receiver, the template, pretty much, for the ubiquitous "big black boxes" in today's home theater systems). that's Welch, basically, telling us impressionable kids about the old man (we were fascinated). the strangest story of all is that, even before the compact disc joak was laid on the public, the old man spoke - with neither approval nor disapproval - of a post.format world of digital sound files. house was demolished for a bleeding fucking Private Golf Course / but, t'be honest, it quickly fell on hard times after his death / i recall the orange spraypaint: "MPWC" ("the NWRA" in Colorgrovese?). his only sin was not getting PAID. "LSD thinking" my fiancee Cara - who i swear exists and isn't simply a literary invention for the realization of Projects - asked about it (i.e., "the stuff"): her background is in neurochemistry and pharmacology while i, on the other hand, minored in dropping (albeit Long ago...). i mumbled something in reply, heaven knows what, but now i'm remembering that there's a tendency to reframe environmental information - be it interpersonal, media related or natural phenomenon - as part of one's personal narrative (i.e., this TV commercial, overheard comment on the bus, Carole King song is speaking to me). one becomes identified with these things in much the same way as one becomes both Observer and Participant in dreams. i think her question was inspired by The Devil and Daniel Johnston, a documentary that led to a fruitful discussion about who along the art chain is the most big heap retarded (i would never include Mark Linkous under that umbrella, but - who knows? - p'rhaps coming back from the dead can skew one's judgment). ***************************888 next week: Sekrits of Airport Condiment Station ! Current Music: "the Last Bridge of Spencer Smith" (Country Teasers) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008
12:02 am	Galaxies Sombrero (you are to involve !) 1) i don't have time to update (yet). will be there "soon" (though) with tales of MY THEMATIC BIRTHDAY ("happy b_rthday / and don't forget about Death !" [hearts an' kisses, Sangria L...]) (2) Big Mister Funn w/ Louisville (Terrastock 7 and Days & Nights of thee Omfemmous LAFERTY GANG) QUESTION (have @ it, ALL !!) when i was growing up everyone had their favorite list of best albums. even Glenn Jones of Cul de Sac (it's a THING). it's a MYSTERIOUS PROCESS we ev'ry ma'am, hwoman an' chile should get down an' get WITH. but here is where YOU come in (and i want each and every one of you to / even if you don't have an a LJ account / ev'ryone / to chime in [and here's HOW : ahem ] *) tell me your favorite Somebody's Sound Recording that you insist on including on your what-would-be your OFFICIAL bestgood LIST that is not, in fact, one of your real and authentic favorites (this gets back to Mr Gurdjieff's observation - included in the ELEVENTH book of All and Everything - that "our favorite records are not - CANNOT be - our favorite records..."). ready? i'll start / it won't be particularly interesting (but that's where YOU come in [ manythanks !! ): Z) Beach Boys / Holland - a minor literature that sounds nothing like the Beach Boys / file it away with Neil Young's On the Beach or something. this is from the Blondie Chaplin era (we're talking about the Beach Boys, for crap's sake : a [sorta] Black President would be almost anticlimatic at this point...]). the enclosed Mt Vernon & Fairway EP is necessary (tho' it was prolly missing when you picked up the used vinyl). i hardly ever listen to it (unlike proto.cyberpunk document The Beach Boys Love You , the sorta thing Wire and Laurie Anderson might've done had they scored American Graffiti...) Current Music: "drive is that i love you" - MV & EE (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 18th, 2008
2:43 am	H A Z A R D : john godolphin bennett memorial bake sale ... first holiday in ... 10 years (reminder: will start tawking endlessly about The W_bp_ge once i get some borders put up on one of its four ["pedwar"] pages. so.much shit happening at once...). 1) there was a bear, in a tree, on the trail. 2) Cara and i went to ("attended") the Malt Shop. (as ye can prolly tell, i'm chapter 17 of Ulysses right now [ah'll sleep when i'm _]) http://magicistragic.wordpress.com/ Current Music: "Holiday in Risk" (carla bley/paul haines) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 31st, 2008
3:57 am	"Milkshakes" w/ Nilsson ...foamin' numerals. i have a half-hour to explain what happened here: i made a mistake. my reasoning was down / and i started making all these enola gay accusations. the rock on which i built my church wasn't simply "unreliable" / it was a FALSE PROPHET. as tree is quick and stone is white so is my washing done by night Inland Empire (200?) you boys in the City (Chicago, Paris, Tehran...) prolly caught this one years ago, but let's face it / it takes a while for information to make its way (on rusty rail / by coal car) to the Hills. hell, even the mullet hairstyle was first spotted in Southern California (1972, atop Rick Roberts, late-Burrito and, er, Firefall...) Grace Zabriskie appears as the Lady Insinuating Warning w/ indeterminate Eastern European accent (y'all might recall her as ... Laura Palmer's mum). anyway, Zabriskie is from New Orleans, used t'know Mr Kerry Thornley. Thornley co.founded Discordianism, was friends with Lee Oswald and, later, grew to believe that he had been groomed for patsyhood as "the Second Oswald" if Oswald failed. that's pretty neat, but i'm mainly interested in the fact that Thornley's wife was named Cara (though he went beyond over the edge, she never stopped caring for him). Laura Dern "are you sorry about last night?" "are you?" [ some of those frames, she looks like Hazel Dickens... ] "Polish gypsy folktale" gimmick , hypnotized assassin lady [ walking to my car, this lady approached me from out of the Salem Public Library. she wanted to know if i was a Hypnotist / said she wanted t'be Hypnotized. a creepy situation, yet she was disarmingly Sunny and Enthusiastic... ] Four Days of Rain will the movie turn into "Matty Groves"? huh? Huh? focus the manuscript ("Watchtowers") to put a not-novel in that microgenre of: the Adequate Thornley (a bio) / but, HEY, also State of Grace (Joy Williams), The Only Good Thing Anyone Has Ever Done (Sandra Newman) / a-and The World Jones Made (Philip K. Dick) Love to Cara , who pounded my misguided iron bombs (shades of "Moon Roach"?) into boxcars, set 'em onna track.. Current Music: "I Do" (Bobby Patterson) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 18th, 2008
2:15 am	Them Action (Cowman Dr) graduation parties in the Valley. this one involved ... Ulric and, maybe, Lynn (dating? married?). ran into them earlier in the day, Chris King in tow. i was muddling through In Milton Lumky Territory, Philip K. Dick's anti-Wal.Mart novel.* Chris made what i thought was a crude remark about Ann in Features, something that put me in a general funk for the next few hours. i walked out the kitchen to my vehicle and left behind a Rock Opera - minus the rock - called Chippy, a musical disc featuring half of Texas. later, after dark, the People were there / shine-infused peaches and Mickey's green grenades. Masanori, an architecture student, was playing cards with Ulric's young nephew and niece. someone brought up Mr Jesus - G-d knows why - and M., in heavily accented English, said, "Jesus, he's fucked up." the chillurns, being culturally sensitive, never bat an eye. at last a general herding of people twards the garage. Ulric's gran'da presents him with a vintage th'Thing. this was occasion for much enjoyment ! people - ants, oncles, a Moroccan kid whose name i didn't catch (didn't drink, so was out in the garage blowing a joint) - they filed out. i ended up on an overstuffed couch listening to Brother U "explaining" Elliott Sharp. it was putting me to sleep so i changed the subject to ... Jolanta W. he said: "you know she was sleeping with Medgar Batish, right?" "huh?" "yeah, he said she doesn't really need glasses, that she wears them to cover up - what do you call them? - 'crow's feet'? they're just clear glass and she keeps a virtual barrelful by her bed." "she keeps a barrel in her sleeping chamber? that's, that's odd..." so it's 2 am / i'm sober again / goo'night... * But Bruce is incapable of insight; he seems never to have emotionally outgrown his teen years. Besides his fixation on selling typewriters, 24-year-old Bruce meets and marries a woman, Susan, who is ten years his senior, and who in fact had been his fifth-grade teacher. Bruce veers back and forth between submission to, and adolescent rebellion against, this maternal figure. Current Music: "Fate with a Capital F" (J. Ely, B. Hancock, T. Allen) (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 9th, 2008
1:16 am	Arts Review ! ^~^~^~^~^~^ Mud Flapp Girl: Under the Bill by Kay G. Kind Fiction 298 pages $9.95 US undistracted by the Amusements - and Horrors - of the road, a professional lady driver puzzles out a murder involving her grandmother and best friend... Call Out the Lions what's it like? i'll tell you: That text belongs to itself. but you want some sense of what to hang from the tree before making any committment to said "tree" (i don't blame you). the primary narrator of MFG occupies a less ethically ambiguous position than the voice in Vicki Hendricks' Miami Purity (which i love to death, btw) / some congeniality with Puttering About in a Small Land (an old "west coast" novel that's never really gotten its due, one that doesn't sputter out like Inside Daisy Clover) / couple songs reminiscent of the Band's brand of Canuck Americana: "don't ya tell henry" & "life is a carnival" / nods to The Monkey Wrench Gang and, jeez louise, the late Governor Connally... Fire Hill we Discover our protagonist, Karen Flapp, on the road figuring it all out, spooning out measures of the Past to taste / a-and, hide under th'sofa, a homelife remembered with mother and sister not completely unlike The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds. Platinum Tips the Driving, though punctuated with affirmations, is characterized by long spells of "tach and dwell." the Driver is a quick study, remembering everything and everyone. the affirmations - friendly reminders, really - are salt over the shoulder by comparison... Accelerator (the Original) the Journey Through the Past takes us to Karen's lifelong friend Joely. their childhood is Huck an' Finn as seen through a suburban lens. Joely, one of the three guiding presences in the book, is regarded as a "freak" by some for her original coloring, practically albino if not for the jet black hair. a free thinker and friend to the woodland creatures, she is challenged by a truly freakish tormentor whose excesses dwarf anything in the popular teen movie Saved! (and while we're sitting here tawking, under the sign of Jena Malone, let me opine thet co-regionalist Dorothy Allison is surely in the same box of crayons ...). Deep Country Sorcerer anybody looking for an outside-looking-in "j.t. leroy" style hoax - or the touristy spirituality of Annie Dillard, even - will be disappointed. the author, for better or worse, chooses to comment on the world she's in and knows. and buried in the heart of the text (Discovered among, Yes, some Americans today...) is the rationale for pre.emptive jihad (a notion the Max Boots an' John Boltons are only too happy to exploit): "Aman could shoot us in our sleep 'cause we're not mooslims" (will this become, for Candidate Obama, the script from which one does not escape? we shall see, we shall see...[Pressed *also* between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened is P.K. Dick's The Crack in Space]). Sunshine and Grease a novel about people with a game of croquet that reads like Pnin outfitted with Holley four-barrels & cheater slicks... Blind Navigator the author has a fine ear for voices, as.in this exchange between Karen and her grandmother (the novel is filled with these innovative "slant curses," uttered under habit/compulsion [and, ultimately, explained]): "Karen squinches up her nose and sticks out her tongue, "Well, I'm never here to date. Zoot suit." "Zoot suit?! That's not a cuss word. That's a real thing. A suit." I laugh at her silliness. She's surprised, "It is? Sounds like it should be a cuss word. Wimple." Teenage Murder Mystery who was killed? Aman (get it? like the purloined letter, the content's not the issue). Karen, Karen's grandmother, Karen's best friend -- they all had some relationship to him, but what? that's what Karen - at an 18 wheeler's wheel, with ghost white cat by her side - is considering, bringing the LOGIC to (Mud Flapp Girl as post-Math Rock in the same way the first Throwing Muses record is proto-?) Small Thief the grandmother? the proverbial "hoot," "humdinger" and much else besides. like the song says: Liza was a gambler Learned me how to steal Learned me how to deal those cards, "Hold that jack and trey" Dr. Gone a ninjette slideshow, some ideal panopticon of justice, a one woman (practically) COUNTERFORCE: Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road, All through our crippled Zone With a Face on ev'ry mountainside And a Soul in ev'ry stone... i'm recommending this novel (and in an alternate universe where the only other books were K.W. Jeter's Noir, Todd Brendan Fahy's Wisdom's Maw & Richard Powers' Galatea 2:2, i'd nominate it for an Oscar/Pulitzer without hesitation...). inquiries: heart2226 (att) yahoo (dott) com [ w. "mudflapp" in subject line ] Current Music: "Sanction Smith" (royal trux) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 6th, 2008
11:44 am	Endo Hoberman (interpolating "City Enema") even the footnotes taste great: *The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean is the de-greening of America. Although the hard-drinking, poker-playing, gun-slinging Bean embodies the standard Western values of rugged individualism, summary justice, and white male supremacy, he also renders these values ridiculous. The self-proclaimed judge rips inconvenient pages from the legal books on which he bases his rule, wrapping himself (literally) in the American flag to declare that "there's going to be progress, civilization and peace ... and I don't care who I have to kill to get it." Salem Public Library Cara - who's working 60 hrs/week these days - sent me on a library mission. encountered an Extreme Hed-Scratcher hanging - tho' not SWINGING - in the foyer / i mean i *still* don't believe it. so completely f_cked up - and absolutely troo - i'm saving it for the REVISED EDITION of The Texan (by C.S. Barrios). Cara is a magik and i thank her once again for putting me in the way of the world / where i might bump my hed against it (Our Soft Planet), all.spinning wet and worldly ...) Current Music: "hey, where's your girl" - Lambchop (Comment on this)