Friday, September 28, 2012

a.p. and crew

what it is: a.p. and crew
where i found it: old virginny

First of all, if you don’t know the Carter Family here are a few clips. And shame on you.

SINGLE GIRL (this one really cooks)

I’ve been reading Will you Forget Me When I’m Gone, an excellent book on these folks without a dull page yet. Here are a few highlights:

A.P., the patriarch, is struck by lightning while in the womb, giving him a lifelong restlessness that extending to his onstage presence, often wandering around or “staring out the window” when he should have been singing. He also spent years wandering Appalachia on foot selling fruit trees with a fiddle in a flour sack, playing with the locals, sometimes selling them a tree in the process.

Mother Maybelle (my hero) creating her own guitar style out of nowhere, “the carter scratch”. Wildwood Flower, above, gives you an up close view of this as well as her deadly serious affect. Said her daughter, "momma didn't believe in busting up (smiling or laughing) on stage".

With their first royalty check the family bought a Chevy Sedan, the back seat of which A.P. often used to move around hogs.

Most of all I’m happy to hear about Doctor Brinkley, who hired the Carters to play on his mega mega mega watt radio station XERA (which you could hear from Mexico to Canada), which he opened just across the Mexican border partly out of spite towards the government after they revoked his medical license for drilling holes in impotent men’s testicles and replacing them with goat nuts.

What else is there to say?

Thursday, September 27, 2012

journalistic integrity

what it is: journalistic integrity
where i found it: the new york post

For those of you readers who don't in live and around NYC you're really missing out not being able to see the New York Post headlines each day. Yesterday's headline with a picture of Achmadenehad (sp?) and the headline "PEACE OF SH!T" [sic] reminded me of how lucky we are to have a paper like this with such wide circulation. The thing that can't be forgotten here is that this is not considered by many to be a tabloid, but a paper that millions of people actually read for their news. It's kind of hard to find some of my old favorites online such as TAL-I-BAM!!! (since become a band name), A-MEN (when the governor of New Jersey resigned/came out as gay/got ordained), COWARDS!!! (congressmen evacuating the capitol in an anthrax scare), etc. But you can scroll through the daily covers here and here's a page with a poll for best Post Cover of the 2000s. If I didn't live in NYC I think I would subscribe.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

following up

what it is: following up
where i found it: recent posts

There are a couple of recent posts I feel compelled to follow up on.

First - I found the Kreator video on which the drummer is wearing a Soothsayer shirt. With its reverse negative cornfield footage and what is supposedly them playing in a cathedral, the video is kind of boring, but I think this is their finest hour other than some crummy stage banter on an old live album in which the singer shouts out with a heavy German accent "during this next song i want to see a riot of violence".

Second - Here are two of those Gordon Matta Clark films, guerrilla architects and all.




Saturday, September 22, 2012


what it is: soothsayer
where i found it: i saw the drummer from kreator wearing their t shirt in one of their early no budget videos and decided to investigate back in 1980-something

This is beyond under rated, because it was probably never rated by anybody, but listen to those dag gone vocals!

Friday, September 21, 2012

mystifying metamorphosis

what it is: mystifying metamorphosis
where i found: underground

When I think of Finland I think of good times rock n' roll. Nothing gets me in the mood to party like some Impaled Nazarene, Satanic Warmaster or Incriminated. One of the more mystifying trajectories in Finish metallic music has come to us via the always creepy Beherit, an early portal of deep blackness turned into a later portal of ???

Drawing Down the Moon (full album youtube here) is one of the more unsettling corpse painted affairs in the evil music cannon, albeit soon dethroned by a subsequent something called h418ov21.c which gives us awful drum machine, Casio keyboard, very crummy rap and such hits as a song called Fish, which doesn't seem to sound like any fish I've ever encountered unless its a broken robot fish flapping it's tail. Others have theorized that something like a nervous breakdown or drug induced psychosis happened in between these records, but I like to think of it as an oddly emotionally authentic and conscious screw-you-metal-heads-who-think-you-know-what-disturbance-and-evil-is aesthetic choice.

Sort of related in a very loose way (1. involves psychologically bizarre electronic music, 2. composer included as intro on Mayhem album = black metal link) is this playlist of Conrad Schnitzler tracks and videos. I recommend maximizing the video on your screen and just letting it do it's thing for a few hours.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

new york in the 1970s

what it is: new york in the 70s
where i found it: i didn't

I was too tiny to ever deal with any of this stuff in person, which is probably a good thing. But I like looking at it now.

Here's a goofy song with a pretty incredible series of photos all dating from 70s NYC. You might want to listen to something else while you watch it.

Here's an aptly named page called Dirty Old 1970s New York City.

And to think that now you can't even smoke a cigarette in a park.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

intoxicated self portraits

what it is: intoxicated self portraits
where i found it: trolling

Here we have a guy who has taken pretty much every drug I can think of and created a self portrait while under the influence of each. At first it seems a little stupid, but as the variety emerges so does the guy's genius, which appears to be not solely chemically induced. I'm not posting any samples here, because they ourght to be viewed in context.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

grim celebrity sighting

what it is: grim celebrity sighting
where i found it: 10th street

Yesterday I had a grim and ridiculous celebrity sighting: Little Steven on 10th Street, disgruntled and indignant seeming to be locked out of a building. He had his bottom lip all stuck all grumpy, getting no answer on the buzzer or on his cell phone.  If I knew it was him I don’t think I’d answer the buzzer either.

His depressing leer, gypsy headbands and poor stage moves are a real turn off (unbelievably and thankfully he and Clarence Clemons were in the same band, easier to avoid) and in fact my cousin used to cackle and make me repeatedly watch this well meant, but horrendous video because she was so freaked out by him. 

However, I heard his radio show on a late night drive one time and it was actually good. I don’t know if he still does this show (I think it’s called Late Night Garage), but not only was he playing music that was better than sports talk radio and soft rock (what else was available on the dial), but he gave a long, well informed lecture about Barcelona and the Spanish architect Antoni Gaudi, who made one of my favorite (and exceptionally Gwar-like) cathedrals, Segrada Familia (see below). Go "Miami" Steve. 

Monday, September 17, 2012

Saturday, September 15, 2012

worth starting a riot over

what it is: worth starting a riot over
where i found it: the news

The Muslim world is up in arms, rioting and murdering whitie because of this movie, possibly the worst thing I've ever seen, production, acting and script wise. This may even beat The Room. I will understand if you don't sit through all 14 minutes, but at least check out the child gnawing a bone scene. I'm all for ruthlessly murdering anyone who offends you, but over this? Clearly, Blasphemists everywhere just don't seem to be able to cobble together a budget or get it together on an aesthetic level.

Friday, September 14, 2012

another remarkable phenomena of the new age

what it is: another remarkable phenomena of the new age
where i found it: reader jpw, inspired by the recent cecil taylor post

I don't know if you have ever seen Braco the Gazer.  He is an amazing Croatian New Age Huckster, who has elevated his art to such a level that all he does is gaze. 

He has been described as the " silent healer with the giving gaze" 

Here is a great video of one of his recent gazings:

Here is his web site:

I hope his gaze gives you comfort.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

fresh chicken & waffles fish & waffles + more

what it is: fresh chicken & waffles fish & waffles + more
where i found it: on the street

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

cecil taylor in the hands of a war criminal?

what it is: cecil taylor in the hands of a war criminal?
where i found it: facebook, the news

Marc Edwards (current drummer for off-the-hook-entropy-?-punk band Cellular Chaos) was recently reminiscing on Facebook about his participation in the making of Dark To Themselves, one of the scariest god damned Cecil Taylor records there is. Film footage apparently exists, but the session was done in Yugoslavia before the war in which the country spilt into twenty other countries and no one knows where it is. My theory is that it's probably in the hands of Radovan Karadzic, "the butcher of Bosnia", the war criminal who spent years after the war hidden in plain sight disguised as a new age guru named "Dragan", lecturing on macrobiotics and running an enterprise called "Human Quantum Energy". I welcome alternative speculation.

what makes you think there's a cecil taylor video under this hat? 

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


what it is: anarchitecture
where i found it: an old magazine

I ain't no art historian, so probably everyone knows about Gordon Matta-Clark except me. I'm going to tell you about him anyway. I was digging through an old pile of magazines yesterday and found an article about this guy who was into things such as cooking his art (e.g exploring the effects of Polaroids in a frying pan) and something he called Anarchitecture, where he recruited guerrilla construction workers in the 1970s to illegally cut the fronts off of buildings, rip houses in half, carve big square shapes in the side of abandoned structures in the Bronx and poke giant holes in piers on the Hudson River. He also made films (which I haven't gotten to yet) and opened a restaurant that was some kind of conceptual art piece that you could eat in. Unfortunately most of the information I can find about him online in couched in stupid art speak, so good luck with that. Here are some good related photos anyway.

Monday, September 10, 2012

happy birthday, newk/collosus

what it is: happy birthday, newk/collosus
where i found it: wkcr

WKCR is good at reminding us about 1) what color socks Charlie Parker wore to a given recording session 2) when it's a jazz musician's birthday. Well, this past weekend was Sonny "Newk" Rollins (82nd)  b-day and I couldn't help browsing some footage. I must warn you that this clip is very sophisticated and sexy (more so than I usually take my jazz) and that the drummer has that kind of fusion-y sound with double bass and shit that is the bane of modern jazz festivals. However, Rollins has a great red v neck sweater tastefully matched with some white slacks and the more you watch him play the more engrossing it gets. I also heard a rumor that after this performance he jumped off the stage and broke his leg. There's probably some more intense footage of him playing with a mohawk on the Williamsburg bridge at 3AM in the 60s or something, but I kind of like this one.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

cosmic poetry from texas

what it is: cosmic poetry from texas
where i found it: within lonestar state oblivion

In case you ever doubted the power of Texas psychedelia, Roky Erickson has this to say to you:

Bedoin tribes ascending
From the egg into the flower,
Alpha information sending
State within the heaven shower
From disciples the unending
Subtleties of river power
They slip inside this house as they pass by

If your limbs begin dissolving
In the water that you tread
All surroundings are evolving
In the stream that clears your head
Find yourself a caravan
Like Noah must have led
And slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

True conception, knowing why
Brings even more than meets the eye
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

In this dark we call creation
We can be and feel and know
From an effort, comfort station
That's surviving on the go
There's infinite survival in
The high baptismal glow.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
There is no reason to rise alone
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Live where your heart can be given
And your life starts to unfold
In the forms you envision
In this dream that's ages old
On the river layer is the only sayer
You receive all you can hold
Like you've been told.

Every day's another dawning
Give the morning winds a chance
Always catch your thunder yawning
Lift your mind into the dance
Sweep the shadows from your awning
Shrink the fourfold circumstance
That lies outside this house don't pass it by.

Higher worlds that you uncover
Light the path you want to roam
You compare there and discover
You won't need a shell of foam
Twice born gypsies care and keep
The nowhere of their former home
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

You think you can't, you wish you could
I know you can, I wish you would
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

Four and twenty birds of Maya
Baked into an atom you
Polarized into existence
Magnet heart from red to blue
To such extent the realm of dark
Within the picture it seems true
But slip inside this house and then decide.

All your lightning waits inside you
Travel it along your spine
Seven stars receive your visit
Seven seals remain divine
Seven churches filled with spirit,
Treasure from the angels' mine
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

The space you make has your own laws
No longer human gods are cause
The center of this house will never die.

There is no season when you are grown
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
There is no reason to rise alone
Other stories given have sages of their own.

Draw from the well of unchanging
Its union nourishes on
In the right re-arranging
Till the last confusion is gone
Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
Of the always singing song they pass along.

One-eyed men aren't really reigning
They just march in place until
Two-eyed men with mystery training
Finally feel the power fill
Three-eyed men are not complaining.
They can yo-yo where they will
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Don't pass it by.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

more noise than you can shake a stick at

what it is: more noise than you can shake a stick at
where i found it: the 80s/mr. beatrice of new jersey

Here we have a relatively sizable archive of decades old noise cassettes who someone took the time to catalog and transfer to mp3. Obviously listening on your iPod is not the same as hearing this stuff through some shitty two inch speakers on a boom box you found in the trash, but welcome to 2012.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

superb, morally corrupt bass player

what it is: superb, morally corrupt bass player
where i found it: the tale has slowly unfolded

I had a little burst of early Zappa, mid-era Beefheart last week and I started wondering what ever happened to the bass player Roy Estrada, always one of my favorites. He's always right on point, no matter what those maniacal, tyrannical band leaders throw at him. Check him out in the below clip. He's the Mexican one (source of endless jokes, which he seemed to be in on) who looks a little like a weightier Mike Patton and has an incredibly high singing voice.


Well, it turns out he's a child molester and just got 25 to life without parole. Oh well.

i cannot find estrada in this photograph. maybe they already knew not to let him near the kiddies.

bonus material:
HERE'S A REAL ROCKIN' CLIP FEATURING A CAPE (though Estrada's more in the background)

Monday, September 3, 2012

vanilla sky seven second delay

what it is: vanilla sky seven second delay
where i found it: the fm dial

One of my favorite radio shows is Seven Second Delay, which mostly consists of two guys with no good set plan making it up as they go along in front of the microphone. I stopped listening about five years ago when they started broadcasting from a comedy club and interviewing guests, who seem to think they need to be clever or funny. All of their old shows are available on their archive pages here, and if you just shoot for a few at random (which are not broadcast live from UCB theater) you'll probably end up having a good time. At any rate, I listened to this recent show when I heard that one of the hosts decided to take one of my favorite un-controlled substances, bath salts (vanilla sky number seven) on the air. It's pretty good, but the intro is obnoxious and the guests are kind of annoying, so close your ears during those parts.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

nine eyes

what it is: nine eyes
where i found it: it took some investigation. but began with brian turner of wfmu fame

Nine eyes is an amazing photography collection curated by a guy named Jon Rafman, who combs through pictures taken by google street view robot cars, somehow managing to find a really excellent, suprising variety of images. Really.