Let My Love Open The Door

Ready for the new Audio Junk? Audio Junk is another Stoopid Kar Production live every Tuesday on randomradioonline.net and roundtableradio.net @ 8:45 pm EST. The World's Worst Mixing DJ -DJ JOE INC plays a variety of music-no format- just samples variety and more tonight. The Modern Mixtape. Replays on http://kaosradioaustin.org/ every Sat 3 am - 5 am-Texas Time Audio Junk 2/8/10.

Partial playlist 1. “Distractions (Intro)” – Roy Hargrove 2. “Food Fight in the Parking Lot”- Dave Grohl/Ashton + 3. “it’s not mink-it’s dead people”- from the Big Combo 4. trailer for Malcolm X 5. “Delicado”- Russ Garcia and his Orchestra 6. “gun show in VA” from Punisher:War Zone 7. theme from LOST 8. “Cross My Heart”-Billy Stewart 9. chase scene from Corrupt a/k./a Cop Killer 10. “Hate is the Difference” – Richard Conte from the Big Combo 11. “Give me the Chance” – Donnie and Joe Emerson 12. trailer for Showgirls 13. “Black Boys on Mopeds”-Sinead O’Connor 14. “Meat, Meat, Meat” – Consolidated 15. “S.U.S.” – The Rutles 16. “Sac”-Ruins 17. “The Flag”-Rick James 18. “Release Yourself”-Roy Ayers 19. “Many Rivers To Cross”-Jimmy Cliff

No Hiding Place

Leave it to Kindertrauma to kick more ass! I had been looking for the name of the short sci-fi film that they used to show on HBO all the time back in the 1980's about a boy from Earth who moved to a planet of neverending rain fall, and it turns out to be a Ray Bradbury short story called All Summer In A Day. The link provides youtube clips of the short film itself. Damn, my teenage years have really been coming back to haunt me in the last few months. Or at least, more so than usual.

I'm feeling sick this morning. I've been on a crazy-lady refined sugar eating binge in the last 48 hours that's been impossible to conquer. Now I've been up since four in the morning wanting more sugar like a crackhead. And I don't keep sugar in the house, and I am fighting the urge to walk over to the 7-Eleven on the corner, or wait until 6am when the grocery store across the street opens. God help me, I have never known a hunger pain that didn't result in me wanting to heave over the nearest toilet. Joe told me once that hunger pains aren't supposed to feel that way. But I have always gotten nauseous during even the slightest twinge of hunger in my belly, though usually I drink a lot of water to stave it off for a spell. The Metformin I take really helps with hunger, but sometimes like it's been this week it's as if nothing works, no matter what I try or do. All this Robitussin on an empty stomach doesn't exactly do me any favors either.

Maybe there's still some leftover vegetarian pizza from last night's "Superbowl party" at work this morning.

Is He Saying "Food Fight In The Parking Lot"?

I laughed so hard watching this skit on Saturday Night Live last night, partially because I could really relate to loving early 1980's hardcore punk and then realizing that makes me as old as the people on stage performing it. Like the bald old grey-haired man in the Mick Fleetwood ponytail and tie-dyed shirt still holding up the "peace" fingers and grooving to the Grateful Dead, my musical generation has become that very thing. Not to mention the fact that both drummer Dave Grohl and Fred Armisen were in 80's punk bands themselves (Fred was the drummer in Trenchmouth, who I think might have stayed over my house once while on tour, but I can't remember).



I was also curious if the way this skit ended was also a tribute to the time when Fear played on Saturday Night Live back in 1981 and the band was abruptly cut off because the producers were panicking that a riot was breaking out in the audience, having never seen people moshing before (John Belushi was a big fan of Fear and pulled some strings to get them booked). Hulu sort of cuts the ending to the above clip off a little at the end, but it fades out similarly, while Armisen is still talking, kind of like Lee Ving and the now-infamous Fear incident.


via videosift.com

For those whippersnappers who don't remember the Fear incident, here's the whole thing as it aired, and the sudden cut to commercial.

By the way, the kid who grabs the microphone and yells "NEW YORK SUCKS!" was Ian Mackaye of Minor Threat and then later Embrace and Fugazi.

A backstage report on the Fear incident on SNL.

Vampire Weekend

First 20 tracks on my iTunes while already wishing for springtime.

1. "Burnin' For You" - Blue Oyster Cult

2. "My Little Man And I" - Gruppo SPortivo

3. "Eria Tarka" - The Mars Volta

4. "(Don't Worry) If There's A Hell Below We're All Gonna Go" - Curtis Mayfield

5. "Theme From Route 66" - Nelson Riddle & His Orchestra

6. "Semolina" - The Residents

7. "Doin' It" - L.L. Cool J.

8. "Who Is It?" - Talking Heads

9. "The Ringing Hand" - Destroy All Nels Cline

10. "There Is The Bomb" - Don Cherry

11. "My Beautiful Bride" - The Handsome Family

12. "Roll On (featuring Jenny Lewis)" - Dntel

13. "Dress You Up" - Madonna

14. "Funkin' For Jamaica" - Tom Browne

15. "Bridge Of Sighs" - Robin Trower

16. "Jigsaw Falling Into Place" - Radiohead

17. "Lover's Prayer" - Myrtle K. Hilo

18. "Elvis Is Dead" - Living Colour

19. "Hidden Shame" - Elvis Costello

20. "French Film Blurred" - Wire

That's Entertainment

A guy I work with suggested I get John Layman and Rob Guillory's Chew since the first several issues have just been released in trade paperback, and so far I'm being quite entertained. Quite entertained indeed. And maybe a little less hungry than usual.

Chew's protagonist is police detective Tony Chu, a poor guy plagued with being a cibopath, which means that he picks up psychic readings from everything he eats. The only exception being beets, which he eats almost exclusively in order to experience the peace of mind that comes from food that doesn't make him nauseous from experiencing too much of its back history. In a not too distant future where a purported bird flu scare made all poultry banned by the United States government, the FDA is now the most important and powerful law-enforcement branch in the country, and they want to hire Tony Chu to put his cibopathic talents to forensic good use.

A pretty good combination of belly laughs (Guillory's art hilarious and continuously fluid) and the occasional squick-factor (the above panel from the comic depicts a scene at the FDA offices where Tony is being talked into eating a rancid human finger found in a fast food hamburger to help determine the name and address of the finger's former owner). Becoming a potential cannibal for the FDA is naturally a horrifying prospect for any sane man. But Tony Chu is also portrayed as a very dedicated and thorough cop, and in a scene where Tony starts devouring the freshly dead corpse of a serial killer to get all of the names of the children that he had murdered, the man doesn't hesitate for an instant. Gratefully (or depending on your own personal threshold for gratuitous gore) we are spared the visual details. But not every scene does spare us, and I think that's an appropriate, even balance.

I just started reading this two days ago, but I am already having a blast. Definitely thinking of following this one regularly.

Here Comes The Rains Again

My death cough is coming back. Not quite full blast as of yet, but it's been building since last weekend and and I've been gulping down outrageous amounts of Robitussin DM to open up my lungs enough to get me through the day. Is it illegal to whine and blubber online about how much I'm willing to prostitute myself for a bottle of Tussionex right now? Like, if I advertise myself on Craigslist for outcalls and instead of "100 roses" can "roses" be Tussionex instead? And instead of sleeping with the guy can I just, um, hang out in his hotel room and watch the final season of Battlestar Galactica with him? Because I still haven't seen it yet. Although I'll probably end up passing out halfway through it because I just downed half a bottle of Tussionex.

Okay, despite how that sounds, I'm not a Tussionex addict. I only get one prescription a year, maybe two if I'm lucky, or maybe every other year depending on if my cough makes its dreaded appearance. My doctor gets mad at me for asking her for more when I run out, and I guess I should be thankful and grateful for having such an ethical physician at my employ. They say Tussionex is highly habit forming, although I can't imagine why because the stuff does nothing but make you want to sleep, and I don't know what all the fun there is in that. I rather hate taking it, to be honest. I am, however, highly addicted to not coughing, and if they can find some other substance that can work just as well that poses no danger I am more than completely on board with switching over. Or better yet, find out what the hell is wrong with me for a change. I've had this condition ever year since I went to visit my Aunt Ruby in Dallas, Texas back in 1982 and no pulmonary, allergy, or ears nose and throat specialist can tell me what causes me to break down into crippling, back-breaking coughs once a year every year since I was thirteen years old, and have it go on for months at a time until it has run its course. See doctors? Maybe my greed for Tussionex has less to do with me being a junkie and me just willing to go the distance to find some semblance of relief, since none of you yobbos will!

Okay, no more coffee for me today.

The Jack Tales

Brand new official website for one of my favorite actors,

Jack Stehlin!

Currently playing Police Captain Roy Till on the Showtime series Weeds, but will be appearing in the new film The Chicago 8 currently in post-production.

Keeping getting your face out there, Jack! It's just too purdy to be kept inside. ;)

Schedule

Sat 6: 4-10:30
Sun 7: 5-cl
Mon 8: 9-11am
Wed 10: 9-11am
Fri 12: 5-cl
Sat 13: 12-6

Fun And Games

Before they built the Ted Constant Convocation Center, there was this rickety old Tudor style establishment in its place. And it was where I lived almost every week about 15-20 years ago. Its final years. If you can stand the stench of stale beer and cigarette smoked walls, come inside and pull up an unbroken chair if you can find one.

Bill guards the door with his trusty pool cue 'o justice by his side. Years later it will be his roofing company that he owns out in Moyock that fixes the siding on my townhouse when the storm blew them off two years ago.

The typically darkly-lit back room with the video games, pool tables, and booths. Now that I think about it the whole damn place was darkly lit. Everything felt so low to the ground. Maybe it's just the camera angle. Chris sits in the booth while owner George's belly invades the lens.

One of the many times local band The Candysnatchers drew out the crowds. My palie Big Kev is second from left. I recognize the glasses and beard anywhere. Band member Willy picks his nose and looks on.

A stimulating evening of conversation, cigarettes and chess under the warming glow of a Supersuckers poster. Was this the grunge era or what? David rears his mighty claw for the camera.

There was usually a line at this Street Fighter game at all times, usually folks playing doubles for hours with extras quarters lined up along the bottom screen. I remember one angry guy flying across the room from the left hand side of the photo and karate kicking another guy playing Street Fighter, sending him flying as well. It looked exactly like the game.

I think that's the late Matt Odietus, guitarist for the Candysnatchers, playing Street Fighter on the left in the blue shirt and long curls hair, as I live and breathe. I was always much more of an Arch Rivals fan myself. My friend Randy (second from right) is chatting with another who is no longer with us, Chris Korbet.

A couple of girls from Richmond who came down with the band King Sour, holding down the bar in front of the stage area.

The Candysnatchers take the stage again. Practically the house band at this point, since most local venues had banned them for their notorious antics. Also often banned from people's homes and house parties for the same reason.

And last but not least, beloved soundman Bob, always sitting quietly at his board (bored?).

Thanks to Chris for use of the pics!