Lazy Confessions

The Friday Five:

1. How often do you clean your home?
Heaven knows, not nearly as much as it needs it lately. In the last year with me being sick a lot and perpetually exhausted I haven't had the energy to knuckle down like I am used to. I vacuum and scrub toilets and floors every few days, but the inveterate slob in me still leaves her books and clothes lying around everywhere. Although in my defense they are all clean clothes that I just haven't put away. I keep the dirty ones in the hamper quite religiously.

2. What domestic chore do you hate?
Probably dusting. Goes back to when I used to have hundreds of action figures covering every surface of my house, making my entire living space a dusting nightmare. Every so often I would have to give all the action figures a bath in a tub of warm water to wash the dust out of all the nooks and crannies. Now I keep most of my toys in boxes, but I have since come to dread the act of dusting ever since.

3. What domestic chore do you enjoy?
I like to wipe mirrors and windows. I don't know why. back when I used to hang at Just Dave's house I would randomly start washing his living room windows. He thought that was very weird of me.

4. Do you own a washing machine or go to the laundrette?
Washing machine. Going to the laundromat was such a drag. Once an elderly man felt me up, and once I met a strange girl who claimed to be a friend of Jeffrey Dahmer. And then there was the bum who died on the bench next to me. So yes, washing machine, please.

5. Do you iron underpants and/or bed sheets?
I iron both just by placing my fat butt on them every day and night!

Loser Leave Oxnard

Something tells me I need to give 90's alt-country rockers Lucero another listen:


Now streaming: The first song off of Lucero's forthcoming album, "1372 Overton Park." It's called "The Devil and Maggie Chascarillo," which comic book geeks (ahem) the world round will recognize as a reference to one of Jaimie Hernandez's central characters in "Love and Rockets."

Here's the slant rhymed chorus:


Love and Rockets won't you please
Maggie and the devil, California streets
Now Maggie the mechanic, punk rock girl, lonely saint
Who ever thought it was gonna turn out this way?


Blame those Springsteen horns on Memphis (and possibly Craig Finn), Lucero Nation. I like 'em, but the alt-country crowd's never been too open to change.

"1372 Overton Park" is out Oct. 6 via Universal/Republic Records.

Whine And Grine

My darling Mike Williams on the drums (starting at 1:05) performing "Dance With The Blues" with Bobby Messano on guitar and Robert Kopec on bass.

Here's Me Missing Comic-Con

Surprise! Joe cranked out an Audio Junk last night, featuring tracks from bands like Aphex Twin and The Cadillacs and movie clips from Happy-Go-Lucky, to name a few. Audio Junk is live every Tuesday night at 8:45 pm EST on randomradioonline.net. Enjoy!

A Screaming Comes Across The Sky

I'll admit, James Lileks is funny. Very, very funny. But my homeboy Leonard Pierce is funnier. And when it comes to The Watchmen, knows what he's talking about.

Really, Lileks? You just couldn't relate to Dr. Manhattan? Well, neither could Laurie. Not any other human being on Earth. Perhaps that was... the point?

Suffer For Fashion

First 20 tracks on my iTunes bummed out that the pool isn't open on this scorching hot day.

1. "Leviticus: Faggot" - Me'Shell Ndegéocello

2. "The Lottery" - Kottonmouth Kings

3. "Wrapped Around Your Finger" - The Police

4. "Untitled" - Keiji Haino

5. "Wig Out" - Pete Rock & CL Smooth

6. "That Obscure Object Of Desire" - San Serac

7. "Honestly" - Zwan

8. "Sister Fate" - Sheila E.

9. "I Can't Wait To See My Baby's Face" - Aretha Franklin

10. "I Don't Want To See The Sights" - Charlatans

11. "Black Betty" - Ram Jam

12. "Dickie Boys" - Kepone

13. "I'll Do Anything" - Doris Troy

14. "4 Minutes" - Madonna

15. "Hai Raba!" - Craig Pruess & Bally Sagoo Feat. Gunjan

16. "Oye Como Va" - Tito Puente, Jr.

17. "Hateful Hippe Girls" - Lida Husik

18. "Upstart" - Meatjack

19. "Being Here" - The Stills

20. "Balloon Man" - Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians

Schedule

Mon 27: 5-cl
Tue 28: 10-4
Fri 31: 12-6
Sun 2: 4-cl
Mon 3: 9-4
Wed 5: 9-4
Thur 6: 9-3
Sat 8: 9-4
Sun 9: 4-cl
Tue 11: 5-cl
Wed 12: 10-5
Thur 13: 10-3

Ah Cut Mah Finger Kinda Gnarly

A $70.00 Wall Of Voodoo CD? A $70.00 WALL OF VOODOO CD???

And it doesn't even have the hit, which came later, on their album Call Of The West. But this was the album that came before that -- their first album, actually, on A&M right before they switched over to IRS -- and according to critic Greg Adams over at Allmusic.com, probably their best. Seventy bones good, though? Yeesh, whooooo....

I do enjoy Stan Ridgeway's voice, however. And he really does talk that way. No foolin'.

Anyway, enjoy the hit. And I think you all know what that was.

Curiouser And... Well, You Know The Rest

You can't imagine my excitement two Wednesdays ago when I pulled up the Trilogy website and saw that a hardcover copy of Alan Moore's famous and controversial graphic novel Lost Girls was being released as a limited edition, although I had my doubts that there would be any left by the time I got over to the store. It's come in and out of print several times, each time in various formats, but I've missed very opportunity to read it as its come by. But when I got to Trilogy the owner Jerry told me that he only had one left and it was on hold for a customer who was coming to pick it up the next day. But then he thought a moment and then called their sister store over in Norfolk to see if they had any more left. They had one left in stock, so he asked the girl there to bring it over to his store later that day, and he handed me the copy he had on hold. Success! And here I was perfectly at peace with not coming away with a copy for myself so last minute. The universe is certainly aligned for my benefit. Or Jerry just wanted to make a sale, either way.

And boy howdy, did it not disappoint. Lost Girls is the story of three very famous children from three very famous children's novels -- Alice from Alice In Wonderland, Wendy from Peter Pan, and Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz -- all grown up now, and trying to sus out the mysteries from the incidents from their repressed, exceptional childhood experiences through sex, sex, and more sex. Locked away together in an exquisite Austrian hotel after the Boer Wars, the three ladies meet, mingle, and regale their past stories to one another, quite often to arousing effect. And the sex is graphic. Pornographic, even. And Moore himself seems to agree, or has been of the opinion that calling it pornography himself will compel its detractors to disagree and call it art, in order to be willfully contrary. But it's not without its share of controversy. Sodomy, Sadism, onanism, tribadism, incest, pedophilia, bestiality... few stones are left unturned, few taboos not brightly illustrated -- and all by the immaculate hand of Melinda Gebbie, with vivid colors that leap off the page, combining her own distinct style with segments that pay homage to the likes of Aubrey Beardsley and Alfons Mucha, as well as capturing each woman's story in a manner that creates a different visual universe for each fable to unfold.

But each woman has been haunted by her own demons from her past. Silver-slippered Dorothy, a sexually vivacious "farmer's daughter" type, has sex with all three of her farmhands, likening each one to a brainless scarecrow, a mechanical tin man, and a blustery boy hiding his secret cowardice. Aristocratic Alice, elderly yet still beautiful and sensual, prefers the sexual company of women only, though perhaps due to a repressed childhood memory of being molested by a friend of her father's in front of the family looking glass. Wendy, shy and demure, is married to a dull, stuffy older man who natters on about war ships and calls her "old thing" as his idea of a term of endearment. But she is haunted by an incident from her past, involving her brothers and a mysterious, Pan-like boy who teaches the Darlings how to express their nascent sexual awakenings.

But more than a simple sex-romp, Lost Girls objectifies while never losing sight over the characters themselves. Alice speaks with the elegant refinement of one of her station in life, with Wendy's simple, English middle-class speech and Dorothy's American Midwestern twang. Even the hotel itself stands as a stately pleasuredome to the world's harsh Xanadu, while Paris riots after Stravinsky's infamous The Rite Of Spring, Archduke Ferdinand is assassinated, and Europe is on the brink of the worst war it has ever faced. But even more than the sex itself, the story is about three women who together learn to face the "lost girls" that still live within themselves, purging their souls as well as refilling them with orgasmic ecstasy. In the minds of Moore and Gebbie, these three modern-day fairytales are parables of feminine sexuality. But it is also about three women coming to terms with who they are, and with each other as their guides. Feminist? Or just pain filthy? Moore and Gebbie let us decide for ourselves.

Laugh About It Now

The Friday Five:

1. Do you like your handwriting?
Eh. It'll do.

2. Do you prefer to print or write in cursive?
My printing looks better, but cursive is quicker. Dontchaknow.

3. Do you think handwriting should be graded in school?
I spoke to a guy in his early 20's recently who told me that he was never taught cursive in grade school. Has that been a trend in this age and day? There was probably a time when I suppose being graded on that kind of thing mattered, but seeing as how everybody types or texts these days, and not very well at that, it sadly doesn't seem to matter anymore. Do they just teach kids to pronounce things phonetically now?

4. Do you prefer writing in pencil or pen?
Pen, even when drawing. I like to live dangerously.

5. When you write in ink, do you prefer a neutral color such as black or blue, or a fun color like purple or green?
Once you go black, you never go back.

Make It Nice For Everyone

I must say this has been quite the week of youtube surprisery.

SOMEBODY PUT "DON'T SIT DOWN ON THE PLEXIGLASS TOILET" ON THE SITE.



HAPPY DAY! \o/ \o/ \o/ (three cheers!)


* In case you weren't aware -- and believe me, for years I wasn't -- this was a hidden track on the vinyl copy of Styx's third album The Serpent Is Rising, the existence of which one would never have been hipped to unless they had listened to the album all the way through. And somehow, I get the feeling most people didn't. Needless to say it sounds nothing like the rest of the record, nor does it even sound remotely like Styx. But back around when I first met Just Dave and S. the two of them used to sing this song together like it was a sort of in-joke between them, because one of them actually did have the album and knew about its sweet little secret. To this day I still hope that my future dream home will have a mechanism that will play this song every time somebody closes my bathroom door to use the toilet. And a girl can dream, can't she? *

The Girl With the Perpetual Nervousness

Rejoice! The Feelies and their 1980 classic Crazy Rhythms is getting the remastered re-release come September, having been out of print for heck knows how long. I have this on vinyl and haven't been able to hear it for years since my turntable hasn't been up to snuff these days so it will be a pleasure to be able to relive this post-punk classic, derivative yet so influential (even the album cover screams 1990's Weezer) with their haunting soundscapes, climbing percussions, and moody dips and swirls, both minimalist and frantic at the same time. Strangely enough this album reminds me more of the early 90's, since I first heard it around 90 or 91 and likened it to some of my favorite Velvet Underground material. I wasn't exactly this hip in 1980, I assure you.

So what was I listening to in 1980? Well, not Red by Black Uhuru, and not just because it came out in 1981 instead. I got this on vinyl back around the same time as Crazy Rhythms but I just managed to pick up a used copy at work the other day because, like The Feelies, it reminds me of the decade that came immediately after. With producers Sly & Robbie's incorporation of classic roots reggae with slick dancehall rhythms, few memories for me are quite as vivid as dancing to "Youth of Eglington" and "Sponji Reggae" with friends down at the seedy old Friar Tucks bar by ODU in the sweltering summer of 1990. A spot which was bulldozed and now taken up by the enormous Ted Constant Center. So not the same.

So what did I actually listen to in the year 1980? Most notably, my father's 8-track to One More Song, the out-of-print second album by ex-Eagles singer/bassist Randy Meisner, which provided the soundtrack to the year I turned eleven and was finally giving up disco for something -- well, I wasn't expecting something quite so laid-back southern California AOR but hey, baby-steps baby. But getting this used at work on the same day as Red was an unprecedented coup, especially since the only way I could get it for my dad again was having one of my regular customers gifting me with a burn just because we were discussing the album at random one day and I told him about how it was one of my father's favorites. But for all its earnest, romantic cheese, there isn't a fumble on this album from beginning to end. Meisner was always my favorite Eagles vocalist, and the record feels very much like the kind of 70's rock (with a touch of early 80's synth) that reminds me of my childhood when my dad started to assert his dominance over the 8-track player and my mom's penchant for Broadway musicals.



I love every song on this -- even the following "Deep Inside My Heart" (with backing vocals by Kim Carnes) which actually reached #22 on the U.S. charts, despite sounding an awful lot like Jackson Browne's "Running On Empty". Or maybe because of it. And yes, my dad had that 8-track, too.

Chicken Wings And Vanishing Point

No new Audio Junk last night, and maybe not for the next week or so as Joe is on radio hiatus for the summer. He wants to revamp and restructure the programming a bit, being that there's only so much to work with in our collection, vast as it already is. The show should return by early August, so hey -- everyone's got their Tuesday night's back! (hyuck hyuck)

I suppose my body is finally getting it through to my brain that I can't eat late in the evenings anymore. Not like I really have to begin with. Typically I eat nothing after 8pm because if I do my stomach hurts first thing the next morning. But this past Saturday night I stayed up all night watching movies and junking out, and my chest felt as if it would explode the entire day afterwards. Probably heartburn, but nothing like I had ever felt before in my life. I ate nothing the whole day until I went to a baseball game later that night with Joe and Al and had hot dogs, which didn't exactly make things any better. But that's it for me eating after dark, unless you wanna see the gremlin in me come out. And I look stupid in a mohawk. Or that is at least I think I would.

I will admit though that I have been eating bad food like a woman on a suicide mission these days, and it's safe to say that it's all stress-binging through and through. I'm still trying to sort out the horrid mess of insurance claims from my colonoscopy and everything leading up to that, and luckily my HR rep from the store is doing marvelously with everything she can. But I'd be lying if I said that the worry doesn't eat away at me every day. Last night I was even having nightmares about nosediving into debt, having to file bankruptcy like I did in 1994 over my gall bladder operation that my insurance didn't pay for -- after they had initially agreed to pay for it. Lately all I seem to crave is bread products, particularly baguettes, and cold coffee. And I've gained weight in the last few weeks which naturally exacerbates the stress. I spend so much thinking over money, and bills, and the job, that when it comes to food I'm just too tapped out to invest in so much thought when it comes to putting together my meager leftovers from the fridge. And the thing is that I like putting thought into my raw vegan diet, so when it gets down to the fact that I'm not even raw nor vegan for the time being it shows just how too mega stressed I've been to focus on what's important: Being healthy so that I don't have to go through the hospital claims rigmarole anymore.

Is being the weight I was three years ago really too much to ask, people?

Land Of Sonic Numbers

First 20 tracks on my iTunes this morning looking over Mike's photos of custom made guitars from this year's Summer NAMM trade show.

1. "Good Life" - Inner City

2. "Two Hearts Beat As One" - U2

3. "Bacon Boy" - Billy Goat

4. "Teenage Lobotomy" - Ramones

5. "Credit In The Straight World" - Young Marble Giants

6. "Million Miles" - Devil's Gun

7. "Torn Curtain" - Television

8. "Raspberry Beret" - Prince & The Revolution

9. "Chelsea Rodgers" - Prince

10. "Ghetto Woman (parts 1 &2)" - Ruth McFadden

11. "Break Away" - Flour

12. "Chewing Gum Weekend" - Charlatans

13. "To Have And Have Not" - Lars Frederickson

14. "Adventure" - Be Your Own Pet!

15. "Loose Translation" - The New Pornographers

16. "Just One Of Those Things" - Lee Morgan

17. "Free Yourself" - The Untouchables

18. "Third Time" - Roy Ayers

19. "Play With Me" - Thompson Twins

20. "Strangelove Addiction" - Supreme Beings of Leisure

Schedule

Tue 21: 2-7:30
Thurs 23: 5-cl
Sat 25: 9-2
Sun 26: 3-cl
Mon 27: 5-cl
Tue 28: 10-4
Fri 31: 12-6

Don't Stop Her Now

The archive for MTV's 120 Minutes! From 1986 through 1995! Not every episode, obviously. But wow... I wish they would have had that one episode I had on tape during the summer of 1987 when they showed the Waxing Poetics video to "If You Knew Sushi", which was such a crazy big deal at the time, seeing a local band on MTV in any aspect, Even if it was around one in the morning.

But anyone who remembers 120 Minutes remembers distinctly how it was those two hours on Sunday nights when MTV used to show the videos that it would never get away with during primetime. Because, well, in the late 80's and early 90's bands like The Go-Betweens, Bad Religion, and The Wolfgang Press wouldn't be able to compete alongside Paula Abdul. Not to mention MTV was already in the process of weeding out their daily music rotation in favor of more traditional TV programming (let's not forget they practically ushered in the reality show craze with their Real World zeitgeist in 1992). Although we all joked on host Dave Kendall at the time with his hipster clothing and pompous demeanor (hey, we were pompous, hipster kids too) we still couldn't deny the fact that Sunday nights from midnight to 2 a.m. were the only reason to stay home from the punk shows and underground clubs one night a week. At least before the program ran stale in the mid 90's, running the same major label "alternative" bands that MTV was now showing in the afternoons as well, once the whole genre went mainstream.

Still, in an era when MTV was strip-running videos by the likes of Poison and Gloria Estefan, when would we have ever gotten a change to see a music video like this on the same channel? (BTW, the night this video aired Dave Kendall said that he HATED this video more than anything in the world and he was only going to show it ONCE and never again. Yutz. See why we hated him? ;) )



While I'm on a roll about the early 90's, it seems my palie Greg was on a similar wavelength last night when he posted the "Zoo Animals On Wheels" segment from the short-lived Get A Life, starring Chris Elliott, son of famed comedian Bob Elliott from "Bob & Ray", who also played Chris' long-suffering father on the series, along with Elinor Donahue (Betty Anderson from Father Knows Best) as his mother. Chris, a dimwitted 30-year-old paperboy still living at home, was also known for his own skits performed regularly on David Letterman back in the 80's, which is where I became a fan of his. But Get A Life was something extraordinarily special for its time: Something so completely off the wall, so unexplainable it often bordered on Dada. And so did this clip, which embodies Chris' kind of simple child-like spirit that often made you want to punch him hard in the face for it. The series came out on DVD briefly but went out of print just as quickly, and I never got a chance to get any of them in its time -- although I hear they are still struggling with musical rights, since each episode often had a montage featuring some popular song. I hear by the second season they stopped using R.E.M.'s "Stand" as the theme song and went with something more public domain. WKRP In Cincinnati is currently suffering the same issue on DVD.



Anyway, enjoy "Zoo Animals On Wheels" (the laugh track has been removed on the clip). And thank you again, Greg, for reminding me of the night this first aired. Holy smokes, that was probably the last time I laughed that hard.

A Mite Too Hyper

AHHHHHHH!

When I was naming the previous post "Badly Animated Man", I was ostensibly referring to the on-the-fly approach to animating Keef Knight's comic strip -- but in actuality I was thinking back to this old 'toon segment from the late 80's or perhaps 1990 that I recorded off Saturday morning cartoons that I used to show all my friends until I lost the tape sometime in the early 90's.



I had been looking for this cartoon segment for almost twenty years, and it's funny how I still reference it when commenting on crude animation everywhere as if people still remember what I was talking about. The part with the guy's mouth on his forehead reminds me of the times when that used to happen on The Smurfs back in the early 80's. And I know you know what I'm talking about. Non-Smurf watchers, my heinus.

Okay, I'm done spazzing now. I'm back from a baseball game and feeling gross from all the food. Time to give that fluttering greasy ticker in my chest a rest.

Badly Animated Man

A week ago I was posting a Michael Jackson related segment from The K Chronicles, a favorite autobiographical comic strip from my favorite comic strip writer/artist Keith Knight, and recently discovered that the man is starting to "animate" as well as narrate a few choice moments from his memorable creation. Check it out here. Damn this man. Few people make me truly realize how much I've squandered my own potential than the wit and talent of this guy. Sob. Shine on, you crazy diamond. And thank you for being my Facebook friend!

Don't Say I Didn't Warn You

Taken surreptitiously with my cruddy cell phone.

Okay, I meant to come back to this about two weeks ago, but only because the whole affair had been pushed back so many times I was beginning to doubt it ever happening. But as of Thursday, the wheels have begun to chug clunkily in motion: From here on out, all CDs in our store, excluding double-disk sets, will be permanently $9.99. This, allegedly, is in light of a recent deal cut with several major music distribution companies who will be selling their catalog to our parent company cheaper in order for us to sell it at a more reasonable price. I had read something in a recent industry trade magazine about how Walmart was considering dropping certain catalogs from their music departments unless the record companies cut them a better deal. And Walmart being the country's leading music retailer, that's rather a big threat. Does this have anything to do with that? Did our own company demand a similar deal cut with Walmart? Either way, it's done. And it's permanent.

And it's not just my store, either. A couple of our chains are doing it locally as well. I talked to a guy I know who works at our chain in Blacksburg and they are doing it there already. I just got off the phone with Mike who is currently in Nashville attending the Summer 2009 NAMM and he told me that their area location chain is doing the same change as well. Whatever's going on, it's not just a few stores, like I was initially told it would be.

But here's the thing: Working in this industry for a long as I have, the only thing I see looking around me is "soft liquidation". Am I being cynical about this? Let me see:

Item one: $9.99 new CDs means fewer people buying our used CDs, most of which are already marked down to $9.99. Given a choice between a new and used CD for the same price, it stands to reason one would choose the fresh, virginal packaging. Used CDs are practically 100% profit for our store, since we pay barely a $1.00 to buy them back and we eliminate that unnecessary distributor. Why spend all those years putting our focus on selling used, only to now turn around and encourage customers to buy new? Unless of course, we want to get all that new out of the store.

Item two: And this is HUGE. A few record companies are still hold-outs on this deal, the biggest of which is WEA. Which means that we are shipping back every artist on the Warner Bros. label from our store. That's right. So that means the new Seal album, a cover of classic soul tunes that is selling like hotcakes, we no longer carry. The new Jason Mraz album with that hit single "Lucky" that everybody wants? Gone. No Linda Ronstadt. No Eagles. No Cars. No early Prince catalog. No Metallica! Can you imagine a music store that can stay afloat in this day and age without Metallica? Granted, it's not UNI or Sony, but still. And who knows, maybe WEA might cave eventually. But for right now, wouldn't it concern a music store to not even attempt to carry the Eagles or Metallica, even if they weren't $9.99? Unless of course, they weren't concerned. IF you knowhuttamean.

Perhaps I'm being cynical. But given what I've seen within the industry in the last few years, I think I have every right to be. Well, for now friends, pop on in to the store and snap up lotsa cheap new tunage. And be sure to ask for a lot of Warner-Elektra-Altantic artists as well, just to aggravate our staff. ;)

Oh, and the DVD prices may be going down too, in the next few weeks. Mm-hmmmm...

Hide The Salami

Oscar Mayer Wienermobile crashes into Wisconsin home.

I remember how back when I thought the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile was merely the stuff of urban legend. About 15 years ago or so a group of my friends and I somehow acquired these little Hot Wheels sized weinermobiles, all of which sat on the surface of some location in our respective homes. But I never knew that there actually was a real car shaped like, well to be frank (snerk!) a giant sunburned schlong. Then one night I was on the phone with my friend S., who was chatting with me about a rather serious issue while leaning against her kitchen window over in the Chapel Lake apartments on Laskin Road, overlooking the part of Laskin right before you merge into VA. Beach Boulevard or the interstate. It was nighttime, and all she could see of the traffic down in the street was the occasional car passing under the lone street light before disappearing into the darkness. Suddenly in the middle of her conversation she screams and drops the phone, and all I can hear is her laughing so hard she must surely be on the verge of hyperventilating. I am freaking out, hoping that she is laughing and not just having a coronary -- but when she finally picks the phone back up off the floor she apologises for spazzing out, but as she was looking out onto lonely street, lost in her serious thoughts and quiet conversation, a OSCAR MAYER WEINERMOBILE passed right under the street light before vanishing back into the darkness. Both of us looked at our toy weinermobiles sitting on our apartments and roared with laughter. It was like a sudden Loch Ness Monster sighting, and then nothing. It was so surreal. So Dada. But we never doubted its existence again. Hoping perhaps, one day, I'd be visited by the Weinermobile myself, like a magical spectre in the night.

But like these people in Wisconsin discovered, be careful what you wish for.

I've Been Handed A Blank Piece of Paper...

"From New York, the flash... apparently official. Walter Cronkite died according to TMZ... some 14 minutes ago.... "

Removes glasses.

"Well 14 minutes ago I discovered the news, not his death 14 minutes ago. Not that TMZ is the place to go for purity in journalism. Speaking of which, RIP Mr. Cronkite."

Keeps glasses off because I don't wear glasses anyway.

Schedule

Mon 20: 4-cl
Tue 21: 2-7:30
Thurs 23: 5-cl
Sat 25: 9-2

Hell's Half Acre

I need to get back on track with my diet. The past week has been a disaster, as well as the week before that. It's not that I've "blown it", per se. I'm still eating primarily raw in the mornings and afternoons. I just cave in at night and eat garbage when I get home from work, starved and too tired to prepare anything. And what's worse, I'm not even enjoying eating garbage. I get no pleasure in pizza these days, and the last time I had a burger I felt as if my heart were about to burst out of my chest in an attempt to evacuate my toxic body. Ice cream sickens me with its sweetness, although I'm still a sucker for parmesan cheese on my whole wheat pasta.

And as anyone who has tried to make a change in their diet, you know how much the world is against everything you do. Saboteurs are everyplace. People at work bring donuts and harass you into taking one. Parents invite you for dinner and fill your plate with fats and sugars. Boyfriends want to go out to excellent restaurants and deep down you want it just as badly too. The only way I can do this without distractions is to hole myself up in a hotel room for the next year and cut myself off from society, but of course that's not an option, and shouldn't be, for anybody. I have always noticed that healthy people only seem to associate themselves with other healthy people, and maybe that's precisely why. But I'm not about to give up the friends and family that I have. God bless Joe and Mike and my dad and the people I work with; I love them all -- and I'd rather not cut them out them out of my life just so that I can eat a damn salads for dinner every night.

But tomorrow is another day, and all that. Watermelon for breakfast, and maybe an iced coffee with soy milk and stevia on the way to work. Salad for lunch. Bananas for snack. Whole wheat pasta with tomatoes and basil for dinner. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. That can't be too bad now, can it?

Bayou Boogaloo

Sorry sports fans, no new Audio Junk this week. Some Tuesday nights Joe wouldn't mind going out to dinner and lounging in the bed with a full tummy watching Big Brother for a change (and I was along for the ride). But tune in next week for more musical soundscapes and film snippets. Not to mention hilarity. We must never forget the hilarity. Because the world needs laughter.



And speaking of which, to tide you over until next week, here's a clip of super awesome character actor supreme Timothy Carey doing a wacky dance in the now-rare and classic 1957 exploitation flick Bayou (A.K.A. Poor White Trash). Or he's being invaded by ants. You decide! (Come to think of it, I think I did this same dance to "Personality Crisis" at the New York Dolls concert last month, but I was too blitzed to remember. Or maybe it was Al.)

The Invisible Man's Revenge

Ethnic Diversity - When Black People Are Badly Photoshopped.

Photoshopping our way to a multicultural world.

The Caretakers

First 20 tracks on my iTunes trying hard not to let myself succumb to nostalgia.

1. "Cripple Creek Ferry" - Neil Young
2. "LowDown" - Tom Waits
3. "The Trickster" - Radiohead
4. "DI-1-9026" - Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel
5. "Down With The Ship (Slight Return)" - Scatterbrain
6. "Thieves In The Temple (Remix)" - Prince
7. "Computer Age (Push The Button)" - Newcleus
8. "Mucho, Mucho, Mucho" - Perez Prado
9. "Go Now" - Bessie Banks
10. "Got To Give It Up" - Marvin Gaye
11. "Lakefly" - The Hollowbodies
12. "Fattaliku Dëmb" - Cheikh Lô
13. "Looking Good" - Definition Of Sound
14. "Searching (PLeading For Love)' - Duke Ellington
15. "Unlocking The Door" - Peter Gabriel
16. "Move On Up" - Curtis Mayfield
17. "The Business" - Eminem
18. "Blue Suede Timbs" - Candiria
19. "[F-Minor C-Minor]" - Albert Ayler Quartet
20. "Don't Disturb This Groove" - The System

Second Fiddle To A Steel Guitar

Movies that have not yet been released onto DVD that I would give my left tit for:

The Devils (1971)
I think I have seen just about every Ken Russell movie out there with the exception of this one, and if this is the one Ken Russell movie that's never been on DVD then it truly must be tasteless in every possible way. I've heard that it had a limited release on VHS ages ago, and stars Oliver Reed and Vanessa Redgrave were threatened with three years of jail time for even setting foot in Italy after it was banned, which sounds almost real enough to believe if I wasn't skeptical of it being part of the film's promotion. Either way, it worked for me. I wanna see it now! And the clips I've seen already look utterly Russ-tastic!



Young Playthings (1972)
A little-seen Swedish soft core sex romp written and directed by American underground filmmaker Joe Sarno and starring the apparently game-for-anything Christina Lindberg, whom I know mostly as the one-eyed butt-kickin' revenge-seeker in Thriller: A Cruel Picture. But I first heard about her in this film, the stills of which look so trippy and outta-this-world they have haunted my dreams for 15 years before even seeing one second of this picture. Somebody rectify this immediately!

Urgh! A Music War (1981)
Even though the Naro video store had the VHS of this for rental for all the years I lived in Ghent, I still never got around to checking out this famed concert picture, even though I owned the cassette to this soundtrack in the 80's and my store actually sold a used copy of the CD for $120.00 (too rich for my blood). Featuring live performances by The Police, Steel Pulse, The Dead Kennedys, OMD, XTC, The Go-Go's, Gang Of Four, and even Klaus Nomi, just to name a few. Alas, like any movie or television program featuring popular music, the likelihood of getting the rights to all of those tunes is undoubtedly what will keep this cult classic in eternal limbo.



Get Crazy! (1983)
More proof that movies with exclamation points rule the school -- an old favorite from back when I owned it on VHS and used to show the scene of Lee Ving singing "Hoochie Choochie Man" to everybody I knew, as well as Lou Reed writing a song in the back of a taxi while hell-riding through the city. I even got to see it on the big screen at the Alamo Drafthouse Cinema in Austin back in February with some of those very same friends. Probably suffering from the same affliction as Urgh! A Music War for hashing out DVD royalties for song rights. And the fact that this movie didn't even do well in the theaters when it was released.



The Legend Of Billie Jean (1985)
This ran more times on HBO in the summer of '86 than all the Michael Jackson videos on television in the last two weeks (and not the same "Billie Jean") -- and yet you can't find it anywhere on any format in this day and age. I heard someone tried to sell back a VHS copy to our store last week, and although we don't take VHS I would have raced down there to buy it off of them if I had known. Strange behavior from me, who once though the movie was soooo hella cheesy. But for some reason every time it was on TV, I couldn't change the channel. It's compelling in a way that I can't describe. Even years later S. and I still imitate Yeardley Smith's southern Lisa-Simpsonesque drawl when we blurt out "When am ah gonna git a diaphragm?"



The Decline Of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years (1988)
I think the first Decline of Western Civilization already had a limited DVD release, but although I love the first one for its 80's hardcore punk dynamic, it's The Metal Years that came after which brings back the funniest memories. More so than the punk documentary, the then-rising hair-metal scene in L.A. is unabashedly about the sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll, and there's plenty of each to spare in this vid. The best moment is still W.A.S.P.'s Chris Holmes drunk and lounging in his pool and downing two bottles of vodka at once while his obviously long-suffering mother looks on. (actually I do own this and the first Decline on bootleg DVD-R burns, so it's a tad lower on my priority list -- no left tit for this one, sorry. :) )



She-Wolf Of London/Love And Curses (1990) TV
Not the movie, but the British/American joint production team that was the X-Files of its time, if the X-Files were done strictly as a comedy (or an intentional comedy, I suppose). The program started out in London as She-Wolf Of London, where slightly daffy professor of mythology Prof. Ian Matteson (Neil Dickson) takes on a young female American grad student named Randi (Kate Hodge) who is also cursed as a werewolf. But another season later the show made a move to Los Angeles where Prof. Matteson hosts his own television talk show about the occult, renaming the series Love And Curses, which sadly cursed the series from there on out and the program perished an ignominious death. I used to watch it on the Sci-Fi Channel back in the 90's and quite enjoyed it, not to mention cursing me with a crush on Neil Dickson as well (hubba hubba). Funny dialogue, and fed my love for camp at the same time. I really miss this one.

Island of Lost Souls

I actually TiVo'ed the Michael Jackson memorial but I never got to watch it. Saw a few bits on the news, and the part with his daughter saying a few words. How could something seem so both touching and exploitive at the same time?

And just to make things clear, I so love Keith Knight.

From The "K Chronicles"

Jesus Chrysler Drives A Dodge

Smashing good news! Both Gun Shy and Bikini Red by London-based trio The Screaming Blue Messiahs are being remastered and re-released this Tuesday, though so far not on iTunes. (but give it a few days, who knows!)

The first time I had ever heard of The Screaming Blue Messiahs was during my senior year of high school when I had to stare at those words scribbled on the back of Tom Nuckols' denim jacket sitting in front of me in government class. But it wasn't until my freshman year of college when I finally got my hands on a cassette copy of Bikini Red, although I might have actually seen the video to "I Wanna Be A Flintstone" a month or two before entering school. It's all a hazy blur, much like the rest of my past has become. But the great times laughing and grooving to "I Wanna Be A Flintstone" with my friends at WRFM or dancing in my dorm room to "Wild Blue Yonder" are still pretty vivid and makes me glad that senility hasn't completely kicked in. I know have both albums on vinyl, but something tells me I may have to shell out for the CDs full price come Tuesday... if we get them in my store. And that's a big FAT "if".

Enjoy "I Wanna Be A Flintstone". Because, why not?

Schedule

Sun 12: 11-9:30
Mon 13: 5-cl
Tue 14: 10-4:30
Fri 17: 9-4

This Isn't Helping My Diet

The Friday Five:

1. What is your favorite vegetable?
I love lettuce, though not iceberg so much. And raw spinach. Both of which I can eat straight out of the bag like potato chips.

2. What is your favorite salad dressing, sauce, gravy, or condiment?
I don't really use bottled salad dressings anymore. I like to cut up fresh Mexican mangoes and put them in my salads. Their juiciness makes a great light, sweet dressing.

3. What is your favorite culture's food (American, Chinese, Creole, Indian, Italian, Mexican, Soul Food, Southern U.S., etc.)?
It's all good when done right. I've really been into Indian in the last few years.

4. What is your favorite beverage?
Tea. But mostly the fresh tea leaf kind. I don't exactly have the making for fresh leaf tea, so I make do with the bags. Mostly I drink water, and iced coffee in the summer.

5. What is your favorite food?
Like my children, I love all my favorite nom-noms equally. Oh wait, I can't have kids.

All 6's And 7's (No, Not My Pants Size)

Arrrgh! Okay, it's official: I don't know how to shop for myself. Unless it's got Bootsy on the front I have no idea what looks good on me. (sidenote: Boosty looks good on everyone)

Somebody seriously needs to nominate me for that What Not To Wear show. Because every girl needs a gay man and a smart-mouthed Jewish woman in her life to instruct her on how to dress.

Cures For What Ails Me

The past week has been a little difficult since getting fitted for a new crown on one of my lower bicuspids, the constant jaw pain creating a bit of a constant headache, and it makes me kind of want to stay in bed a lot. Even though resting on my jaw is what exacerbates the ache. I kind of haven't been online much lately since staring at the screen makes me rub my temples all the harder. But I'm supposed to be shopping for better clothes, particularly those elusive I-cup bras and, well, anything that makes me look like the 40-year-old I'm obliged to be.

And then I come across websites like these and I shriek, "BOOTSY COLLINS HOODIES!" Because you're never too old for a Bootsy hoodie. No, really, you're not.

You Should See It With Xmas Lights

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Meet My Newest Facebook Freind

My favorite actor and make-believe television boyfriend Jack Stehlin doing his well-practiced soap opera "Slow Burn" look.

LIVE! From the Future...with Stuart Paap! - Slow Burn

Watch This Clip on www.theStream.tv

Like the song says: This is why he's hot.

Living Well Is The Best Revenge

My spicy Greek salad lunch at Rick's sandwich shop down by Shore Drive.

First 20 tracks on my iTunes needing to tighten up on my raw diet a lot more this week from all the cheating that I've done last week.

1. "Somebody To Shove" - Soul Asylum

2. "No Particular Place To Go" - Chuck Berry

3. "Liquored Up And Lacquered Down" - Southern Culture On The Skids

4. "Whole Wide World" - Wreckless Eric

5. "Frame By Frame" - King Crimson

6. "Stem/Long Stem/Transmission 2" - DJ Shadow

7. "Body And Soul (Remake take 2)" - Thelonious Monk

8. "Beat It" - Michael Jackson

9. "Can't Stop Falling In Love" - Louie Cordero

10. "I Try" - Macy Gray

11. "50 Ways To Leave Your Lover" - Paul Simon

12. "Oh My Gosh" - Basement Jaxx

13. "Surf City" - Jan & Dean

14. "Dead Presidents 2" - Jay-Z

15. "Lizard" - King Crimson

16. "Pulling Mussels From The Shell" - Squeeze

17. "Nightshift" - The Commodores

18. "I Got To Go" - Little Walter

19. "Cynthy-Ruth" - Black Merda

20. "Who Got Da Props?" - Black Moon

Breaking The Waves

You know, I have never see the Saw movies. Or Hostel. Or any number of the popular "torture porn" variety that's hip with the kids these days. Mostly because the whole idea of a horror movie that's nothing but gratuitous physical torture seems oddly dull to me. Yet I could probably watch a woman get her tongue torn out over and over with little to no effect, but something like, say, a Lars von Trier movie I can only watch once, because that kind of torturing of a woman gets far deeper under my skin. Not that von Trier makes horror movies.

But when did horror get to be all about shock value? And shock value can be a lot of fun sometimes. But is it always horror? These days, hardly at all.

I guess I'm just having a harder time than I thought trying to convince some of the kids that I've talked to that Let The Right One In was one of the most effective horror movies that I have seen in a long time, even though most of the violence takes place off screen. Things go on in that movie at a deeper and more disturbing level than any throat cutting or blood-letting that you could show, which has all been seen before.

Maybe people like knowing what to expect in a horror movie. Just like in all genres out there. What a depressing thought.

My Facebook Fan Clubs

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Think I need more?

Indoor Fireworks

My friend Barco in Outer Banks just sent this photo of a fireworks truck explosion on Ocracoke Island this morning. One dead already. Holy smokes.

Please be careful out there today, peeps. Don't fuck around like we used to do when I was a youth. I know, every generation says that when they become the older, hand-wringing generation. But God, we were so stupid as kids. I remember Gordon shooting roman candles out of his mouth from my balcony in Ghent over 13 years ago. Of course he was drunk at the time. Christ, my whole life up to this point could be one long PSA television spot. Just put my face up with a shooting star/rainbow graphic behind my head. The poster child for everything one shouldn't be doing, ever! *beams brightly*

In more old lady news, I'm off to Great Bridge to have a cookout with my family, and probably watch the other neighbors recklessly set their own yards on fire for our amusement. And I'm going to eat MEAT! Talk about things I shouldn't be doing.

I'm Ready For The End, No Where's My Ice Cream?

The Friday Five:

1. It's the last night of the world, and you've only just found out. What five things will you do in these final hours?
Thinking about the pets I've had, that one song that changed my life, the wristband I still haven't cut off, and Old Glory. And coffee ice cream.

2. How do you feel about our American Flag's design?
That whole 50 stars thing... why such a round, even number? So predictable.

3. What pets have you had?
Two dogs, one cat, one hamster, a lot of fish, and numerous hermit crabs. Not all at once, though. Well, not two dogs at once, at least.

4. What was the last activity you wore a wristband for?
The New York Dolls concert last month.

5. What song changed your life?
"The Hokey-Pokey"

Greatest Headline Ever

Repo Man Recovering Delorean Kicked In Taint By Michael Jackson Impersonator.

Repo Man? Delorean? Michael Jackson? Taint?

Do all these references in one single action mean that the 1980's mania has finally reached its apogee? Can we, like, dial it down a smidge from here on out? Although his Michael Jackson-Fu is unorthodox... but effective.

I just signed up for exactly 333 fan clubs on Facebook in the past few days. Sweet Jesus, I need a life.

One Week Later...

Sadly, I don't think that there's going to be any mad rush on my store for copies of The Streets of San Francisco tomorrow.

RIP Karl.

Schedule

Fri 3: 4-cl
Sun 5: 11-6
Mon 6: 4-cl
Tue 7: 2-7:30
Thur 9: 5-cl

Im Auge Des Sturms

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