Sunday, January 31, 2010
First 20 tracks on my iTunes feeling bad about making the poor driver from Pizza Hut come out to my unshoveled neighborhood.
1. "Back In The U.S.A." - Chuck Berry
2. "Don Camero Lost His Mind" - Guttermouth
3. "The Look Of Love, pt 1" - ABC
4. "Totally Hot" -Orchestre Super Matimila & Remmy Ongala
5. "Computer Man" - Marble Valley
6. "Calming The Snake" - Sonic Youth
7. "Diamond Hoo Ha Man" - Supergrass
8. "Rave On Fuck Face" - Tit Wrench
9. "Tennessee Stud" - Johnny Cash
10. "Modern Beat" - The Cold
11. Kotiya Zolo Te" -Bowane
12. "I Like You Booty (But I'm Not Gay)" - Insane-O-Flex
13. "Mellow Chick" -Li'l Ronnie & the Grand Dukes
14. "Let's Flip" - The Cold
15. "Endangered Species" - Ice Cube
16. "Postcard" - Headcase
17. "Big Blue Diamonds" - Little Willie John
18. "Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?" - Bauhaus
19. "Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight" - The Rezillos
20. "Big Shots" - Eyedea & Abilities
Saturday, January 30, 2010
No Song, But It's Got A Boss Train Accident!
Video clip from WAVY-TV circa 1980 about the blizzard that I had mentioned below.
I just remembered another great snow moment. The time it really dumped on us back in the mid 90's when I was living over in Stockley Gardens in Norfolk. The Stockley Garden park behind my house was breathtaking. The old colonial homes and tall oaks covered in icicles and snow, rarely have I seen a more beautiful sight. The roads were practically empty of cars, and I remember Joe and Lou (back with "Lucifer" was living with Joe and Steve and me) pulling me by the arms while I skated awkwardly on my treadless combat boots -- the same ones I wore this morning -- on the icy abandoned side roads through the park. It was windless and silent, except for our laughter, and oftentimes my screams as I came close to falling often. But the guys held me up the whole way.
How disconnected I feel from that whole scene. Living in Ghent with the other artists and musicians and such. I suppose next decade when I start getting nostalgic for the 90's, it's Stockley Gardens covered in snow I'll remember the most.
Oh, and maybe Vic Demise falling down two flights of stairs at my apartment building.
I just remembered another great snow moment. The time it really dumped on us back in the mid 90's when I was living over in Stockley Gardens in Norfolk. The Stockley Garden park behind my house was breathtaking. The old colonial homes and tall oaks covered in icicles and snow, rarely have I seen a more beautiful sight. The roads were practically empty of cars, and I remember Joe and Lou (back with "Lucifer" was living with Joe and Steve and me) pulling me by the arms while I skated awkwardly on my treadless combat boots -- the same ones I wore this morning -- on the icy abandoned side roads through the park. It was windless and silent, except for our laughter, and oftentimes my screams as I came close to falling often. But the guys held me up the whole way.
How disconnected I feel from that whole scene. Living in Ghent with the other artists and musicians and such. I suppose next decade when I start getting nostalgic for the 90's, it's Stockley Gardens covered in snow I'll remember the most.
Oh, and maybe Vic Demise falling down two flights of stairs at my apartment building.
All Dressed In White
Okay, more snow than I had initially anticipated, considering how often we're bypassed for other, less beachy locales. The drifts along the side of he house remind me of the blizzard of 1980 when I woke to drifts so towering they covered my bedroom windows. I always remember opening my eyes that morning and being greeted with the strange glow of sunshine through a white curtain of snow pressed like glass against its entirely. I remember my family's miniature schnauzer Robbie plowing through the depths of it like a cartoon gopher. And I remember walking over to Jeanne's house two houses down from mine and the snow being so deep I lost one of my boots and I didn't even notice until I got to her front porch. We went back through every footprint in the snow -- with me hopping on one leg -- until we found my boot in one of the holes.
And most people I talk to don't remember that blizzard in '80. Sure we had one a year before, and I think a year before that one too. But the one in 1980 remains the most memorable to me, for the sheer volume of snow that we got, the "song" that they made up about it on the local news, and the fact that the people who had gone to Norfolk Scope that night to see the Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey Circus had to stay all night in the coliseum, sleeping on the floors with the staff, circus people, and even the animals. And to prove that I didn't just dream that, my good friend Mike remembers it well because he was working as an usher at the Scope back then and he was one of those people who had to sleep on the floor as well. And yes, he assures me, it was definitely 1980. He'll hardly ever forget that blizzard for as long as he'll live.
I'm feeling a little better than I did before. Earlier I was eating a baguette, which I've been trying not to do so much lately, with olive oil and chipotle/cayenne Parma and I think it didn't sit well with me. But I think I'm on the proverbial mend. I kind of wish it was 1980 again. That Jeanne and our brothers and my little dog were all out building igloos in the backyard, or even searching for my lost boot in hundreds of criss-crossing footprints in the knee-deep snow. I miss being outdoorsy. I miss getting dirty. Days like these makes me realize how much I miss being a kid.
Well, maybe not everything about being a kid!
Um, What.
Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music getting a remaster re-release.
Snow, snow everywhere. And nobody's tried to call me into work today. I tugged on my combat boots (which are strangely not all that water repellent) and trudged around the neighborhood, Then I trudged right back home, took some cough syrup, and crawled right back into bed. Sucks that I feel to icky to go out and play.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
J.D. Salinger, 1919-2010
And here I was actually thinking about buying another copy of Catcher In The Rye since I haven't read it since high school. Which is probably when most kids wind up reading it, I suppose. But I'm pretty certain I can scare up my tattered old copy of Franny And Zooey somewhere in this Bohemian wasteland.
I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddamn cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
RIP Jerome
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Coney Island Babies
I have always been fascinated by the autobiographies of women in rock music, more so than men, because I am always intrigued with what motivates a woman to follow the paths so well worn by men. You never hear a girl claiming that she first learned to play guitar because she "wanted to get laid", or how easy it was to find a bunch of girls hanging out wanting to jam in somebody's mom's garage. What inspires women to follow the paths not mapped out for them since birth, especially in an age where women's paths were mapped out for them, fills me with more inspiration than reading about Bob Dylan hopping trains when I grew up being told not to drive by myself late at night.
And what's even more interesting is that Patti Smith was not initially out to become a rock star, let alone the future "Godmother Of Punk" when her debut album Horses was released in 1975, her poetry combining her accumulated 1960's upbringing and beatnik influences of Rimbaud and Baudelaire set to spare, minimalist rock 'n roll rhythms. Patti loved to draw and to paint, to write poetry and make jewelry. Leaving her south Jersey home after dropping out of college and giving up a baby for adoption, she roamed the streets of New York City starving and sleeping in empty doorways, wearing long scarves and heavy raincoats even in the scorching city heat to complete her idealistic young Bohemian look, with Rolling Stones records and art tablets tucked under her arm. And it was then that she met Robert Mapplethorpe.
Just Kids, the fresh new autobiography written by Patti herself, chronicles those early lean years together, when two young lovers swore within the first forty-eight hours of meeting each other that they would always look after and protect one another for as long as they both shall live. Smith's first book of prose is just as fluid and descriptive as her verse, simple yet every word well chosen to paint a mental picture for the reader of what life was like in the late 60's and early 70's New York, from the Hotel Chelsea to Max' Kansas City, from the boho sidewalks of St. Marks Place to the seedy grit of CBGB's. Fueled by their creative drive and their shared vision, they set out to discover themselves as well as their places in the art world. And of course, we all know the great things that they each accomplished. But getting there, as per usual, was always half the adventure.
I'm halfway through the book now and I can't put it down for a second. I love being in Patti's mind, hearing the thoughts of a woman I always admired but really knew so little about outside of her music. My friend who was a docent at the Chrysler Museum Of Art in Norfolk learned while working there that the museum was one of the first (if not the first) museum to host an exhibit of Mapplethrope's work when nobody else wanted to touch the stuff. It's one of the reasons why we both take a great deal of pride in our humble little local establishment.
And in a way, the story of Patti and Robert reminds me of the early years when Joe and I were living parsimoniously, the days when we'd decide if we'd spend our last few dollars on food or music, and music often winning out in the end. My heightened sense of a living, breathing counterculture at the time coming out of my middle-class suburban upbringing. Punk bands sleeping on our floors as they breezed through town. Graduating from Ramen noodles to Kraft Macaroni and Cheese when I made a few extra bucks. Maybe not as gritty living as Patti and Robert, to be sure. But I can relate to the passion that drove their creative juices. I used to know that feeling. God, whatever happened to that feeling?
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Monday, January 25, 2010
False Women's Fashion
Anybody remember MTV back in the 80's. Shortly before they stopped showing music videos. They gave Andy Warhol his own show for a brief spat from 1986 to 1987 called Andy Warhol's Fifteen Minutes which ran only about five episodes or so, and I never really watched it at the time but I do remember the ad spots for it on the channel more than anything.
Turns out two things I like very much collaborated together in one short segment. Actor Sir Ian McKellan recites Shakespeare's Twentieth Sonnet while Queens, NY band The Fleshtones jam in the background. According to a comment on youtube this is also contained on The Fleshtones's album Big Bang Theory, which I don't have. But ooohhhh, did Hexbreaker get a lot of play in the college year(s).
Not to mention Joe booked them once and they autographed our vinyl copy of the Bachelor Party soundtrack, one of Joe's all-time favorite movies (aside from The Wizard Of Oz). They wrote something about how much the movie sucked but that they wished they had done more. Er, soundtracks, that is. Or at least I assume.
Turns out two things I like very much collaborated together in one short segment. Actor Sir Ian McKellan recites Shakespeare's Twentieth Sonnet while Queens, NY band The Fleshtones jam in the background. According to a comment on youtube this is also contained on The Fleshtones's album Big Bang Theory, which I don't have. But ooohhhh, did Hexbreaker get a lot of play in the college year(s).
Not to mention Joe booked them once and they autographed our vinyl copy of the Bachelor Party soundtrack, one of Joe's all-time favorite movies (aside from The Wizard Of Oz). They wrote something about how much the movie sucked but that they wished they had done more. Er, soundtracks, that is. Or at least I assume.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Holiday In The Sun
Joe (3rd from right) at Appel Farms performing arts camp in south Jersey, 1980's.
First 20 tracks on my iTunes this evening backsliding with a vengeance, but just dusting myself off and starting all over again tomorrow. It's all I can do.
1. "Love" - The Dream Academy
2. "Maniac" - Firewind
3. "Bye-Ya" - Thelonious Monk Quartet
4. "Eye Of The Chicken" - Butthole Surfers
5. "Strange" - Aorta
6. "Lowdown" - Boz Scaggs
7. "The Dude" - Quincy Jones
8. "To Have And Have Not" - Lars Fredericksen & The Bastards
9. "Backwater" - The Meat Puppets
10. "It's Too Soon To Know" - The Orioles
11. "Budapest By Blimp" - Thomas Dolby
12. "Old Timey Holler" - Leonard Emanuel
13. "I Want You" - Satan And Adam
14. "Father Of The Flower" - Trial Of The Bow
15. "Borderline" - MC5
16. "Swan Lake Nepolitian Dance" - Peter Tchaikovsky
17. "That's Where I Came In" - The Ink Spots
18. "Girls Made Of Heavy Metal" - Hysterica
19. "Beethoven - Piano Sonata No. 21 Moonlight,1st Movement" - Ludwig Van Beethoven
20. "Music & Politics" - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy
Saturday, January 23, 2010
UPDAAAATE!
I want to thank Aunt John from over at the magnificent Kindertrauma for chiming in on my last blog post about the film that I was looking for, which turned out to be the 1940 Shirley Temple film The Blue Bird. The following clip is the scene that I was talking about, and it's funny how much of this I remember -- the children playing ring-around-the-rosie, the discussion about the shoes (Holy crap the discussion about the shoes!), and.... wow, pretty much everything, except for the fact that Shirley Temple was in it. Not to mention Gale Sondergaard and Sterling Holloway...
And the parting of the two teenagers still breaks my heart so many years later.
But what's really funny is that a few days ago I was reading a post on Kindertrauma about The Blue Bird posted a mere few days ago and was just thinking about searching for it on netflix or something so that I might check it out myself, just because it looked so weird and cool. How hard would my wig have flipped if I had watched the film not knowing, and then this scene would pop up? I am already grateful for the heart attack that I've been spared for being braced for my childhood trauma coming back to haunt me ahead of time!
And I am extremely grateful for Aunt John and the rest of Kindertrauma for always coming through in finding my long-lost nightmare fodder. You guys rock my socks. Thank you again!
And the parting of the two teenagers still breaks my heart so many years later.
But what's really funny is that a few days ago I was reading a post on Kindertrauma about The Blue Bird posted a mere few days ago and was just thinking about searching for it on netflix or something so that I might check it out myself, just because it looked so weird and cool. How hard would my wig have flipped if I had watched the film not knowing, and then this scene would pop up? I am already grateful for the heart attack that I've been spared for being braced for my childhood trauma coming back to haunt me ahead of time!
And I am extremely grateful for Aunt John and the rest of Kindertrauma for always coming through in finding my long-lost nightmare fodder. You guys rock my socks. Thank you again!
No, It Was Not Animal House
Looking for another movie from my childhood, and I may submit this one to Kindertrauma too, since they did such a bang-up job finding The Five for me like they did.
It's a musical, probably filmed in the early 60's, but maybe the late 50's, in bright vivid Technicolor. The only scene I remember was that it appeared that all these children of various ages were in "heaven", dressing in colored togas, and I want to think that the boys wore blue togas and the girls wore pink, but I might be remembering that wrong. The children's names were being called one at a time to board a giant ship, and when I asked my father what was going on he told me that the children were all waiting to be taken down to earth to be born and only a few at a time could board the ship headed to their new homes, where they would forget everything about their heavenly life (angels? reincarnation?). In one scene a teenage boy's name is called and he is clinging to a teenage girl, not wanting to leave his love and never see her again. The boy is pried away from the girl and dragged to the ship, and the girl crumples into a heap in tears. As the ship sails, the children face forward on the deck and sing solemnly, and when I asked my dad why they were singing so sadly he told me that really the rest of the children were just happy to go and become born to families that will love them. Though damn if I could see it that way at the time.
I never heard of or saw any more of this picture, nor seen or heard of it ever again. Anybody got a clue? I would love the ease of mind in knowing that I didn't just dream all of this on one of my trippy childhood nights when I would sleepwalk through the house getting into showers fully clothed and weeping about lost lima beans.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Music For A New Society
John Cale appearing on a 1963 segment of the game show I've Got A Secret, a mere two years before forming the Velvet Underground. His secret was that he once performed Erik Satie's "Vexations" in its original 18 hour and 40 minute entirely. The man sitting next to him's secret is that he was the only audience member that day that sat through the entire performance.
It should also be noted that the blonde woman on the panel is Betsy Palmer, famous for playing Mrs. Voorhees in the original Friday The 13th film.
It should also be noted that the blonde woman on the panel is Betsy Palmer, famous for playing Mrs. Voorhees in the original Friday The 13th film.
Dee Sea Space
On January 29, WHAT NOT TO WEAR celebrates its 250th episode with DJ Crizti Walsh, who dresses more like a teenager than a 40-year-old mother. Stacy and Clinton call on 12 of their past contributors from over the past seven seasons to help them with the process, which leads to a special runway reveal. The former fashion victims share their stories with Crizti as they help inspire her makeover.
Another flashback to my old Music Man days! Along with Pam from my previous post, I also remember working with Crizti at the store around 1991 or so, when she was married to Veer editor Jeff Maisey and still pregnant with their first daughter. Very sweet girl, and as a semi-regular watcher of this show (as in, I catch it on afternoon reruns if I happen to be at home) I'm really looking forward to her transformation. And to maybe seeing a lot of my old friends at the after-party at the end of the show. :)
You look fab, grrl!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Another Day Another (Baby Cut) Carrot
I am trying (TRYING) to get back on some kind of diet regiment again, this time easing myself in gradual vegetarianism, even though I know that I could do it cold turkey (so to speak) like I did last time. I talked to a girl that I work with who has been a vegetarian for 14 years, and when I told her about the stomach issues I had last year around this time she nodded and said, "That's because you quit meat too fast. You have to ease into vegetarianism." Something about the enzymes in the colon that break down meat need to level off gradually I guess, who knows. But either way, I gotta do something. My weight is off the chain and my health is the pits. I wish I could get some kind of strength in me. I'm so weak. So tired. Time for a change. It has to happen.
And so does this shepard's pie recipe, made with root veggies instead of meat. Looks intimidating, but then again all cooking does to me. But I really, really wanna try it!
INGREDIENTS
2 medium russet potatoes, peeled and cut into large dice
1 medium sweet potato, peeled and cut into large dice
3/4 cup plain yogurt
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
2 tablespoons olive oil
10 ounces cremini mushrooms, cleaned, stemmed, and quartered
1/2 medium yellow onion, medium dice
2 medium carrots, medium dice
1/2 medium celery root, medium dice
2 tablespoons tomato paste
1 teaspoon dried thyme
2 cups mushroom broth
2 tablespoons soy sauce
3 tablespoons water
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/2 cup frozen peas
INSTRUCTIONS
Heat the broiler to low and arrange a rack in the upper third of the oven. Line a baking sheet with aluminum foil; set aside.
Place russet and sweet potatoes in a large pot of heavily salted water and bring to a boil over high heat. Simmer until just tender when pierced with a knife, about 5 minutes. Drain, then return potatoes to the pot. Mash coarsely; add yogurt, salt, and pepper; and stir until just combined. Set aside.
Heat olive oil in a large frying pan over medium heat until shimmering. Add mushrooms and cook, stirring rarely, until browned, about 6 minutes. Add onion, season with salt and freshly ground black pepper, and cook, stirring occasionally, until onion just begins to soften, about 3 minutes.
Add carrots, celery root, tomato paste, and thyme and stir to coat vegetables. Add mushroom broth and soy sauce and stir until incorporated. Bring to a simmer, stirring occasionally, and cook until vegetables are just tender when pierced with a knife, about 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, combine water and flour in a small bowl and stir until smooth. When vegetables are ready, add flour mixture, stir to combine, bring to a boil, and cook until sauce has thickened, about 1 minute. Season to taste with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Stir in frozen peas.
Transfer mixture to a 7-by-11-inch baking dish (or a 3-quart baking dish) and spread reserved mashed potato mixture over top. Place on the prepared baking sheet and broil until the top starts to brown, about 5 minutes. Let cool 5 to 10 minutes before serving.
And so does this shepard's pie recipe, made with root veggies instead of meat. Looks intimidating, but then again all cooking does to me. But I really, really wanna try it!
INGREDIENTS
2 medium russet potatoes, peeled and cut into large dice
1 medium sweet potato, peeled and cut into large dice
3/4 cup plain yogurt
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
2 tablespoons olive oil
10 ounces cremini mushrooms, cleaned, stemmed, and quartered
1/2 medium yellow onion, medium dice
2 medium carrots, medium dice
1/2 medium celery root, medium dice
2 tablespoons tomato paste
1 teaspoon dried thyme
2 cups mushroom broth
2 tablespoons soy sauce
3 tablespoons water
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/2 cup frozen peas
INSTRUCTIONS
Heat the broiler to low and arrange a rack in the upper third of the oven. Line a baking sheet with aluminum foil; set aside.
Place russet and sweet potatoes in a large pot of heavily salted water and bring to a boil over high heat. Simmer until just tender when pierced with a knife, about 5 minutes. Drain, then return potatoes to the pot. Mash coarsely; add yogurt, salt, and pepper; and stir until just combined. Set aside.
Heat olive oil in a large frying pan over medium heat until shimmering. Add mushrooms and cook, stirring rarely, until browned, about 6 minutes. Add onion, season with salt and freshly ground black pepper, and cook, stirring occasionally, until onion just begins to soften, about 3 minutes.
Add carrots, celery root, tomato paste, and thyme and stir to coat vegetables. Add mushroom broth and soy sauce and stir until incorporated. Bring to a simmer, stirring occasionally, and cook until vegetables are just tender when pierced with a knife, about 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, combine water and flour in a small bowl and stir until smooth. When vegetables are ready, add flour mixture, stir to combine, bring to a boil, and cook until sauce has thickened, about 1 minute. Season to taste with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Stir in frozen peas.
Transfer mixture to a 7-by-11-inch baking dish (or a 3-quart baking dish) and spread reserved mashed potato mixture over top. Place on the prepared baking sheet and broil until the top starts to brown, about 5 minutes. Let cool 5 to 10 minutes before serving.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Schedule
Thur 21: 9-11am
Fri 22: 5-cl
Sat 23: 4-10:30
Sun 24: 11-5
Mon 25: 9am-11am
Wed 27: 9-5
Thur 28: 9am-11am
Fri 29: 9-3
Fri 22: 5-cl
Sat 23: 4-10:30
Sun 24: 11-5
Mon 25: 9am-11am
Wed 27: 9-5
Thur 28: 9am-11am
Fri 29: 9-3
Hounds Of Love
SHELLAC on the ANIMAL PLANET?
Blimey... yes!
The guy in the glasses, Steve Albini, once told me at a Sonic Youth concert to go find all the "hot girls" at the show to tell them who he is. Then I bought a T-shirt off of him.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Purple Hazing
Pam was a local singer in the 1980's with a band called Female Trouble, and we used to work together at a local independent record store called The Music Man actually located in a Norfolk area shopping mall around the 1989-1991 time period. What I remember the most about her was that she had a powerful voice, was a back-up dancer in a Doug Lazy hit video, and was really into the band Warrior Soul. I recall this one time when a yellow parakeet from the pet store down the way from us got out and flew down to our store, clinging to the ceiling lights, and Pam and I spent most of a boring afternoon trying to get it down. I was pushing Pam on one of those big rolling ladders up and down the aisles while she tried to grab for the bird, which mocked us by waiting until her hands were inches away before flitting off to another fixture across the room. Mother of God, we were laughing so hard. Funny what sticks in your head twenty years later (see previous post).
Purple-haired Pam now performs in New York City and appears regularly in Troma comedy/horror films, including Tromeo And Juliet, Toxic Avenger 4 (Citizen Toxie), PDS Massacre, and Poultrygiest, to name a few. The girl's still a wild child, I gotta give her that. But she's still got that voice!
Go Purple, go!
Purple-haired Pam now performs in New York City and appears regularly in Troma comedy/horror films, including Tromeo And Juliet, Toxic Avenger 4 (Citizen Toxie), PDS Massacre, and Poultrygiest, to name a few. The girl's still a wild child, I gotta give her that. But she's still got that voice!
Go Purple, go!
Here Comes Lucky
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Monday, January 18, 2010
Lose Another Broken Heart In A Land Of Meat
A memory that keeps reoccurring, somehow, for some reason.
In the summer of 1988 I was in Ferrum in Franklin County, Virginia. Tiny crossroads of a mountain community that consisted of a small private college along the outskirts of the Blue Ridge Mountains, along with a gas station, two restaurants, and convenience store. And pretty much not much else. Farm country. Country country. You've seen it all before.
One night while perusing the previously mentioned Express Mart convenience store I spotted a teenage girl, roughly around fifteen or sixteen, thin, non-descriptively pretty, with very little make-up and her straight mouse-brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. But two things made her stand out so vividly to me: A small hopped nose ring, and a white T-shirt with this written across the front.
And I know, you have seen this girl in various forms in every town in every city, and she hardly stands out for any reason in this current culture of attention-getting competitions. But at that time, in that backwood country setting, she was the epitome of an anomaly that had me following her around the store the way you spot another fellow American in a strange foreign land.
As I left the store that night I pictured the girl's bedroom, back home at her parents' house. I pictured them rich, in some semblance of an 80's McMansion secluded in the hills. And her room as neat as a pin, walls covered in alternative posters. Her little tape deck next to her bed playing "Perfect Kiss" while she sketched in her art pad under the skylight. Yes, for some reason, I pictured her bedroom having a skylight.
Where the hell did all that come from, anyway?
Sunday, January 17, 2010
She's Too Much For My Mirror
First 20 tracks on my iTunes this relatively warm(er) evening predicting many big changes in my life in 2010.
1. "Painkillers" - Cannibal Ox
2. "Breakaway" - Tracey Ullman
3. "Green Green Grass of Home" - Merle Haggard
4. "This Is Not America" - David Bowie & Pat Metheny
5. "Shout To The Top" - The Style Council
6. "House Of The Juju Queen" - Jaine Jones
7. "Autre Introduction" - DJ Shadow
8. "Everybody's Talkin'" - Harry Nilsson
9. "Moondance" - Van Morrison
10. "Rocket" - Joe Bennett & The Sparkletone
11. "Never Been To Texas" - Power Of Dreams
12. "Rock With You" - Michael Jackson
13. "Say It (Don't Spray It)" - 2gether
14. "Guaya Guaya" - Notch
15. "Take Me To Your Leader" - Newsboys
16. "Reynardine" - Bert Jansch
17. "Latifah's Had It Up To Here" - Queen Latifah
18. "The Outdoor Type" - The Lemonheads
19. "Bargain" - The Who
20. "Job Application" - Meryn Cadell
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Lady Vanishes
Former Moldy Peach Adam Green has a new song out about Peter Bagge comic protagonist "Buddy Bradley" off his brand new album Minor Love out this week.
Speaking of Bagge, I rode the Amtrak this past weekend for probably the fourth time in my life and like every time I found it rather comfortable and enjoyable -- not to mention the complete lack of taking off my shoes and the casual pleasure of having a magazine on my lap. I only mention Peter Bagge here because the popular Libertarian cartoonist for Reason magazine eviscerated Amtrak in one of his comics. But I can't help it, I'm a sucker for choo-choos. I even got out at the Washington DC layover in the freezing cold to watch them change out the diesel engine for the electric one. Good times! And cold as a bitch.
Speaking of Bagge, I rode the Amtrak this past weekend for probably the fourth time in my life and like every time I found it rather comfortable and enjoyable -- not to mention the complete lack of taking off my shoes and the casual pleasure of having a magazine on my lap. I only mention Peter Bagge here because the popular Libertarian cartoonist for Reason magazine eviscerated Amtrak in one of his comics. But I can't help it, I'm a sucker for choo-choos. I even got out at the Washington DC layover in the freezing cold to watch them change out the diesel engine for the electric one. Good times! And cold as a bitch.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Teddy Pendergrass, 1950-2010
Former drummer for The Cadillacs, former lead singer of Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes, and an accomplished solo artist in his own right, I will always remember Teddy for how much these two album covers used to make me laugh when I would see them one after the other in the record store bins, like a before-and-after sequence.
Looking Like A Fool
I have not been able to stop singing this song all night.
And according to the rest of the internets, neither can they.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Rescue Aid Society
Virginia Task Force 1 (VATF-1), Fairfax County's urban search and rescue team was activated by the United States Agency for International Development (USAID), Tuesday evening, January 12, 2010, to the earthquake near Port-au-Prince, Haiti. The task force is composed of 72 personnel, 6 search and rescue canines, search and technical rescue personnel, physicians, paramedics, structural engineers, other support personnel, and approximately 48 tons of rescue equipment and supplies. The team is self-sustaining for approximately 14 days. The task force left from the Fairfax County Fire and Rescue Department’s Academy at 8:15 a.m., January 13, 2010. The team will depart from Dulles International Airport late morning today. The task force deployed to the Haitian town of Petionville, near the capital of Port-au-Prince for a school collapse in November of 2008. The task force has also deployed nationally to the Oklahoma City Bombing, The Pentagon, Hurricanes Katrina and Isabel. Additionally, they have deployed internationally to the bombing in Kenya, earthquakes in Turkey, Taiwan, and Iran. Additionally, as a part of the Fairfax County Fire and Rescue Department, the task force maintains constant operational readiness, and is a local resource for residents of Fairfax County.
Snopes claims that the message being sent about texting "Haiti" to 90999 to donate $10 to the Red Cross is legit. Text, text, text away.
Is it possible to send one of the US nuclear powered carriers to Port-Au-Prince to help provide electricity and drinking water?
Coco Avant Leno
Whether ya like Conan or not, NBC made a dick move, and by no means their first. A conspiratorial part of me wonders if perhaps they did this in hopes that Conan would announce that he would quit, either to place Jay back in his spot or use the heat to oust Jay entirely, since I get the feeling even NBC is beginning to detect the odor of damaged goods coming off of Leno since his 10:00 pm failure. Putting Jay back on after 11:00 pm at this point won't guarantee the ratings he once had before moving, coming off such a well-publicized bust.
How do I weight in on it? To be honest, I haven't really watched late night TV in ages. I've only seen Conan on The Tonight Show maybe three or four times, and Jay's new show not at all. These days I barely even keep up with The Daily Show with Jon Stewart like I used to.
Believe it or not, I used to love Jay Leno on The Tonight Show. I mean, really, reaaally love Jay Leno... but back when he was guest hosting for Johnny. I know it may sound hard to believe not knowing his comedic history, but Leno used to be a genuinely witty, even edgy comedian in his time. When Carson took one of his typical night's off I would actually call friends: "Dude, Johnny's off tonight... LENO'S OWWN!" and I would be doubled over with laughter from the sheer irreverence of Leno's approach to hosting a show that he knows he doesn't have to carry for a living. He's no Carson, but he knows he doesn't have to be. The night he officially took over the desk I tuned in and was openly, visibly crushed. The guy who once hosted the show was now leashed, muzzled, and utterly neutered in order to keep the older audience from tuning out in droves after their childhood icon took a bow. I chalked it up to first-week jitters, to playing it safe until he got his bearings. But Jay, affable and pleasant as he is, never stopped playing it safe. Carson didn't play it safe, and from what little I've seen neither did Parr. Maybe in the last few years Johnny took it easy for a bit, but by then The Tonight Show had become an American Institution and he became one of the last few old school comedians still hosting a comedy program and his audience often reflected that. Other than "Headlines" and the occasional "Jaywalking" I found no other reason to really tune in to The Tonight Show anymore.
Of course Conan O'Brien is a bit of a polarizing choice for The Tonight Show, considering its demographic. Irreverent comedians like Letterman and O'Brien were well-placed past the midnight hour where their surreal weirdness could run unchecked and enjoyed by often a younger audience. Conan, despite his nervous nerdy charm and 1950's Howdy-Doody throwback aesthetic, was still bound to scare the blue-hairs out in the flyover states. Despite years of being on the air and gaining the confidence he once obviously did not have in front of the camera, Conan still doesn't have the ease or old showbiz polish of Letterman, who now at a more prime time hour feels comparatively more like old vaudeville the way Carson once did. Except Dave lost his irreverence but gained an even bigger chip on his shoulder than than ever before. Older audiences jumped ship from The Tonight Show and clung to Letterman like a life preserver, even through his recent controversy. Though whether or not Conan's ratings loss is due to losing that older audience or merely a in bad position following Leno's sinking show still isn't wholly determined -- mainly because NBC hasn't given either Jay nor Conan's shows enough time to cultivate an audience of their own, on their own.
I wonder if there will be another Late Shift movie made out of all this. As always, in the end HBO wins again!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Coming Up Around The Bend
New Audio Junk! Music by Mosca, Little Walter, Radioactive Goldfish, The Ralph Sall Experience, Prince and more. Clips from Overlord, Sexy Beast, The Shield and more. 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 1 am - 3 am.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Friday, January 08, 2010
Please Put The Hammer Down
First 20 tracks on my iTunes this morning trying to get my saggy weary ass in gear...
1. "Cotton Picker" - Eddie Cochran
2. "I'm Gonna Run" - The Fiery Furnaces
3. "Delerious" - Prince
4. "Not Even A Nurse" - Robyn Hitchcock
5. "Paint Your Self" - Git Beats
6. "The Sermon On The Mount 3" - William S. Burroughs
7. "Ease My Mind" - Arrested Development
8. "Flight 89 (North America)" - Hot Rod Circuit
9. "He's Frank (Slight Return)" - The Monochrome Set
10. "Giving Up The Ghost" - DJ Shadow
11. "Sexy Boy" - Air
12. "Hello Skinny/Constantinople" - Primus
13. "Great Strange Dream" - Ray
14. "The Once Over Twice" - X
15. "You Gotta Move" - Aerosmith
16. "Add Some Music To Your Day" - The Beach Boys
17. "Atlantis" - Les Baxter
18. "What Is Love?" - Deee-Lite
19. "Breathe" - Telepopmusik
20. "Untitled Song For Latin America" - The Minutemen
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Chance Of Snow
Goin' out of town for the next 48-72 hours. But I'll be back Sunday evening. Stay warm! I doubt I'll be.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
It Might Get Loud
Trolling Bones: The Movie is online! Thanks to Paul Unger.
Trolling Bones, Part 2
Trolling Bones, Part 3
Trolling Bones, Part 4
Trolling Bones: The Movie - Part 1 from Paul Unger on Vimeo.
Trolling Bones, Part 2
Trolling Bones, Part 3
Trolling Bones, Part 4
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Tomorrow Belongs To Me
New Monday night Audio Junk is up for the download! Clips from Pink Angels, Hardware, Star Trek in Spanish, Bright Lights, Big City and more. Songs by Richard Elliot, Killing Joke, Zeke and more. 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.
Monday, January 04, 2010
Out Of Touch
Comedian Kyle Dunnigan was shopping in my store last night. He gave one of the kids I work with a copy of his CD for helping him. Anybody ever heard of him? Is he any good? Should I get out and get a life more often? Am I the only one who thinks so?
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Post-It
Oh Melissa, don't forget:
Wednesday. Trilogy: Get The Troublemakers, Gilbert Hernandez's latest graphic novelization of one of the many B-movies featuring his cult cinema star creation Fritzi Martinez. I really love this whole idea he has of fleshing out all these grindhouse movie posters that have decorated every cinemaphile nerd's bedroom over the years in Love And Rockets. Plus, Fritz's assets!
Also! The 300th issue of Comics Journal, featuring cover art and interview with Gilbert's brother Jaime Hernandez, plus Ted Rall, Dash Shaw, and my beloved Keith Knight (newly syndicated!).. Stuff to read on the train, at least.
Flesh-Wrap
Photos of a man who lost 400 pounds.
Well, that guy's my flippin' hero. And I thought I was wiped out after losing 140 el-bees.
He does inspire me to try something again, although it would help to have the physical trainer he had to keep riding my ass at the gym. I'm barely making it through an 8-hour shift on my feet like I used to do no sweat. I home and lay down and moan and groan and don't feel like exercising anymore, my feet and legs throbbing too much to walk around the neighborhood, let alone get back out of bed.
The frustrating thing is that I know I can do, because I have done it before, When my mind is set on something, I follow through to the very damn end. I wish I had a partner in this. Somebody to help keep me on the wagon for at least two weeks, which is usually when the regiment kicks in and I can take it from there. Just transitioning is so hard. But hell, everybody knows that. I just want to be in that mental zone again, and feel as good as I physically used to feel. I'm going out of town next weekend and I'm scared I won't be able to perambulate the way I once used to less than 5 years ago.
Also, why am I up at 6am?
Saturday, January 02, 2010
My Feets Keep Keeping Me Up
Starting Monday Jan 4- Audio Junk will be on @ 9 pm EST on roundtableradio.net and then Roundtable Wrestling Radio will be on the same channel @ 11:15 pm EST. Tune in THEN, ya hear me I say I SAY YA HEAR ME? I say.
Friday, January 01, 2010
Holiday Leftovers
As much as I abhor everything there is about the "Shingles Ladies" video that infected our last year, I'm only posting this because I figure that it was inevitable that sooner or later I would know somebody who did one of the millions of parodies.
The woman in the middle is a girl named Rachel that I used to know back in the early 80's when she was a tiny little thing. I haven't seen nor heard from her in over 25 years, but dang... 'lil Rach done grown up! Hubba hubba, 23 skidoo and all that.
Evolve Single Ladies CrimeStoppers 2009 from Evolve Inc. on Vimeo.
The woman in the middle is a girl named Rachel that I used to know back in the early 80's when she was a tiny little thing. I haven't seen nor heard from her in over 25 years, but dang... 'lil Rach done grown up! Hubba hubba, 23 skidoo and all that.