November 13, 2011

William Hung >> I see me runnin' through that open door

I can't believe it's still California Month, tremor #48:

William Hung - "I Believe I Can Fly"
(Koch Records, 2004)

Winning is always good, and California is all about running through open doors and making a new life for yourself.  Just ask any of the young ladies who arrive in the San Fernando Valley every year with a twinkle in each eye and a small scar under each boob.  I almost went to a New Orleans Hornets basketball game in spring '04 because WH was singing the national anthem before it, only a few weeks after his debut album had dropped.


He subtly butchers this song up until about the 2:55 mark, at which point the butchery escalates to another level, rewarding the patient listener with miles and miles of smiles.  R. Kelly's original version is one of the ultimate musical guilty / ironic pleasures (in fact, my YouTube name is a lyric from it), but I had never seen the video until just now:


(Fun Fact: The line "If I can see it, then I can do it" doubles as R. Kelly's modus operandi for choosing persons to target for sexual advances.  I am sorry for making that joke on the approximate 10-year anniversary of your passing, Aaliyah.)

Uplifting Ambient Bonus:

William Hung - "Inspirational Thoughts: Perseverance"
(Koch Records, 2004)


Planets with similar climates: Ween - "Freedom Of '76" (1994), Corey Hart - "Never Surrender" (1985), Patrick Swayze - "She's Like The Wind" (1986).


Currently reading: The Raging Pelican, écoulement no. 3.  (Also see: No place for "Raging Pelican" at Tulane, at NOLA Indymedia.)


Most interesting / non-believable YouTube comment seen of late: On Ween's "Loving U Thru It All" - It was my wedding song,and when it was over her father shocked me with his Ween knowledge by requesting that the DJ play "Lets get divorced" right after.

November 12, 2011

Screen Of Dreams >> See where it gets you

I can't believe it's still California Month, tremor #47:

Screen Of Dreams - "I Can't Remember"
(Horizontal Music, 1983)

Sometimes a song has one element that is just so cool that you immediately fall in love with it, and with song it's obviously the bassline.


This comes from what was apparently the band's only official release, a 12" EP on some label called Horizontal, which was probably their own label.  They allegedly also put out a demo cassette.  They were from San Francisco, which I now know had quite an impressive post-punk / goth scene going on.  Screen Of Dreams apparently broke up not long after this EP came out, which is probably a good thing for California's faultlines, considering how earth-shudderingly deep the aforementioned bassline was.  As for the vocals... Well, uh, you can't say they're not unique.  There are apparently no photos of this band on the net, so I'll post this great desktop wallpaper image I found this week.  There's a famous cheesecake photo of Sophie Marceau wringing out her wet shirt with a knowing smirk on her face, and someone named Al added a cuh-razy background to it:


I think Sophie would approve of this, knowing how she embraced her sex-symbol status in the '80s.  If this were a screensaver, you could call it a screensaver of dreams.

This insipid tool named Brett Ratner got fired from producing the Oscars because of an offhand gay slur.  His buddy Eddie Murphy was going to host.  All I can say is: http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=eddie+murphy+fag&aq=f  If you had told anyone back in the '80s that Eddie Murphy would be the half of a duo that was not fired for making a gay slur, people would have looked at you like you were out of your mind.  Murphy singlehandedly made it cool / glamorous to insult gay people back then, when he was the biggest comedian on earth.  How quickly people forget.  On a related note, I can say with 100% certainty that Ratner is gay, and that Murphy probably is.  As has been proven time and time again, i's always the gay-bashers who turn out to have been gay all along.

I saw an innovative sax player named Matana Roberts on Thursday; I had never heard of her until a few days beforehand.  Here's a clip:


She was very chatty and emotionally revealing while taking to the crowd during and after her set.  (I found out later that night on Wikipedia that she played on Godspeed You Black Emperor's last album and lots of other cool stuff.)  Afterwards, I went to see my favorite local jazz group, the Tarik Hassan ensemble, at Maison.  They played a new piece called "Arab Spring," which Hassan said was inspired by current events, as well as the slow and eerie "That Long Brown Hair" and the upbeat, somewhat forgettable "Mid Citizen."  Unfortunately, the group did not contain trumpeter Ashlin Parker, as it did the other time I saw it, in January; after I asked him about it, TH told me that was just a one-time thing.  I put $3 in their tip jar, which I think is a record high tip amount that I've given any band.  I got some chicken fingers, four for $7, which were more batter than chicken.

Yesterday I planted a small (about 4' tall) Carolina cherrylaurel (Prunus caroliniana) tree at Pelican Thrift on Tulane Ave.  I had grown it from a little seedling that I dug up three years ago, so it was nice to finally put it in the ground, though it took me an hour to dig a small hole, since the soil was essentially rocks, bricks, and other debris.  Kinda embarrassing.  I could've dug this hole in literally 1 minute in normal, non-compacted soil.  I was hoping no one was filming me to put on YouTube...  Then I saw Ray Nagin at the Home Depot on Carrolton.  (I thought he had self-exiled himself to Houston...)  Then I went to Rose Garden and bought a beautiful little Silken Pincushion cactus (Mammillaria bombycina) for $3 and a dwarf New Zealand Tea Tree (Leptospermum scoparium 'Nanu Rurum').

Puro Instinct's singer went as the BP oil spill for Halloween last year.  Piper for presi... er, head of the EPA!


Planets with similar climates - For Against - "Autocrat" (1985), The Sound - "Fatal Flaw" (1981), Bauhaus - "She's In Parties" (1983).


Currently eating or drinking: Dr. Oetker Ristorante Pizza Spinaci; Odwalla Mango Tango smoothie

November 10, 2011

Autumnfair >> Spring can really hang you the most

I can't believe it's still California Month, tremor #46:

Autumnfair - "Black Spring"
(Nate Starkman & Son Records Records, ca. 1988 / Mobilization Records, 2002)

"Black Spring" is a super-eerie ambient mindwarp, totally different from anything else this synthy post-punk / goth band ever released.  It's a shame they didn't record an entire ambient album.


This track originally appeared on a 1988 V/A compilation LP called The October Country, on a very cool label called Nate Starkman & Son.


This mp3 is from their 2002 compilation CD on Mobilization Recs. (a label run by Ethan Port of Savage Republic) with the truly horrible title 1986-1989.  The music on it is very impressive, showing fluency in all the key trends obsessed over by people with KROQ hair in the '80s, with charisma that was lacking in most of those bands, and some of the most mind-blowingly cool guitar textures this side of Sonic Youth or Plexi.  This compilation includes all six songs from Autumnfair's lone release, a 1991 10" called Glaciers And Gods on Independent Project Records, plus six more previously-unreleased tracks.  It does not contain "Naomi" from The October Country, though.  Some of them have (sonorously pleasant) male vocals and some have (rather grating) female vocals.  I highly recommend the song "Collide."  I was gonna post it, but the mp3 has bad clipping.  As you can guess, "Read My Lips" samples a certain George H.W. Bush speech.  Those boneheads Ministry of course later had a minor hit single by sampling GHWB's "New world order" speech.
Autumnfair was founded by Thom Fuhrmann of Savage Republic and Val Haller of Lords Of The New Church, making this band one of many noteworthy SR offshoots (Scenic, Fourwaycross, 17 Pygmies, Medicine, etc.).  Greg Grunke of SR apparently was also an auxiliary member of Autumnfair, but I don't know if he played on "Black Spring."



I'm really glad I stumbled onto this compilation recently, because I was worried I wouldn't have a good ambient track to post during this Californiastravaganza.  I'm not sure if "Black Spring" would make a good theme song for Black Spring Break, but there's only one way to find out.

Needing a title for this post, I resorted to making a lazy pun on a jazz standard that has been sung by countless dames of song; Ella did it best, in my opinion.  More recently, Jolie Holland wrote a catchy ditty called "Springtime Can Kill You".  Ladies, ladies...

Depressed, mopey humans can learn a lot from the will to live exhibited by plants and "lesser" animals of this world.  For example, see this photo I took of an elm tree stump regrowing along the Lake Pontchartrain bike path in Metairie, on 12/6/06.  Tree stumps only regrow from their edges, because the wood in the middle is dead.  Palms, being a more primitive type of plant called a monocotyledon, are the exact opposite, with the outside being dead and the center alive.  It took me a long time to notice that, even though I'm a plant fanatic.


Bloods, Crips, Juggalos?  FBI: Insane Clown Posse fans are gang

Planets with similar climates: Coil - "Dark River" (1991), Zoviet:France - "Thin Air" & "In My Secrecy I Was Real" (1990), Cluster - "Plas" (1972), Ennio Morricone - "The Watchers Are Being Watched" (1965).

November 9, 2011

Puro Instinct >> The picture becomes more complete

I can't believe it's still California Month, tremor #45:

Puro Instinct - "Slivers Of You" (re-recorded version)
(Mexican Summer Records, 2010)

Under their original name Pearl Harbor, this band of sisters, Piper Kaplan (vocals) and Skylar Kaplan (guitar, backing vocals) released this song on a 7" single and a 12" EP in 2010.  Then they had to change their name, so they chose Puro Instinct, and re-recorded this song that fall for their debut album, Headbangers In Ecstasy.  They made it more punchy and radio-friendly, while keeping its dreamy, blurry DNA.  Both versions are great, but I just prefer the second one.  It always feels like it's about to spin out of control or get too pretty, but the centrifugal force of its dark undertones holds it all together.  You have to face the facts that the sibling vocal harmonizing here is pretty spine-tingling, even if you're not into this kind of music.


The vocals can be very hard to make out, so here are some of the lyrics:
"Jaundice blondes in blue chiffon"... "Soakin' up the midnight sun"... "I'll take my time hangin' you out to dry"... "Slivers of you comin' through; the picture becomes more complete"... "Invidious and insidious; on a warpath with no remorse"... "She wears their rags like a bodybag and lets her life run its course"...
Male voice: "You never know who's got it"


Here is a remix posted about a week ago by some guy named Secret Circuit.  It starts to get dark and trippy at about the halfway mark:

 

A site called The Agit Reader asked Piper: And working with your sister, what’s the process like when you write songs? Are these collaborations more than one person writing everything?

Piper: It’s all pretty arbitrary. For instance, on “Slivers of You,” I came up with the bass and the beat, the keyboard part, and the vocal melody. I played everything I had recorded for Skylar and told her to come up with a fucking shredding hook and see how it goes. She probably toyed with it for 10 or 15 minutes. I left the room and all of the sudden I hear [mouths guitar lead]. I ran back in and said “That’s the one.” She fucking nailed it. That’s usually how we work.

I have to agree with her about the guitar riff, which is just so cool and surfy and jazzy.  Johnny Marr would've been proud to have come up with it.  In that interview, she also said Pearl Harbor was more or less a satirical coup to poke fun at the whole “beach bonanza” that was going on.  She's referring to all the recent beach-themed band names like Beach House, Best Coast, Wavves, etc.

Puro Instinct's secret weapon is its deep, funky basslines, such as the one in "Stilyagi," which is Russian for "Style hunters":


As I mentioned, way back in 2010, when the band was still called Pearl Harbor, "Slivers" was released as a limited-edition (300 copies) 7" single, but only in Japan.  This was the original, slower, more somber version of the song, which you can stream here.  An early, slower version of "California Shakedown" was the b-side.

Japanese "Slivers" 7"

L-R: Skylar, Piper

I decided to go see them in July.  First up was the extremely entertaining Kate Bush acolyte Geneva Jacuzzi.  Then the very hyper John Maus, but I left for a while and saw only his last song.  Puro Instinct began with "Slivers Of You," which got me really psyched.  Due to the low turnout (only a few dozen people), she seemed a bit annoyed as the show went on.  At the end, after getting no applause for an encore, she said pretty loudly off-mic to no one in particular, "Let's get the fuck out of here," then made a beeline out of the room through the remaining crowd.  So I of course decided she was kind of a brat, or was maybe just upset that half the crowd left after the John Maus set.  (Pitchfork had run a glowing review of his new album that very day.)  I should mention that she was evidently very drunk all night.  Outside the club, she was crouched on the curb talking to someone.  I told her that crowds tend not to ask for encores in New orleans for some reason, and hence not to take it too personally.  She seemed to appreciate hearing that, and gave me a big drunken high five, and then when I mentioned I had driven an hour to see them, she just about bugged out.  She asked me what I wanted from their merch table, so I mentioned the "Slivers" EP, then she darted back into the club and came back out and gave it to me, informing me that it was their last copy.  (It still had a piece of torn notebook paper saying "$10" taped to it.)  As if that wasn't nice enough, she gave me an even bigger high-five before handing it to me.  I was like... "Huh?  Someone is high-fiving me for taking some stuff without paying for it? Isn't that backwards?"  I asked her if they had any of the Japanese "Slivers" 7" left, and she kind of laughed and said nope, and mentioned that she had never even been given a copy for herself.  Later, she seemed excited about the concept of sneaking into one of NOLA's famously creepy cemeteries, but I pleaded strongly with her entourage not to let her / them do it.  Hence, I saved Puro Instinct's life on July 8th, 2011... You owe me, world.  To make up for my karmic depletion after being given the 12", I went back in and bought a nice white t-shirt with gold ink for $15.  I had already bought Headbangers on CD at the merch table earlier in the night.  (This album is definitely a grower.)  The 12" turned out to be warped and essentially unplayable, due to bouncing around in their tour van for weeks, but I think it's a great souvenir and I'd never sell it.

Important note: I'm not telling this story to try to seem cool or a scenester, etc., but rather to give a slice-of-life vignette about a relatively obscure touring band, and to show how one's perception of a person is sometimes way off.  There's a fine line between name-dropping and merely recounting events, and I try to never ever name-drop.  Some people try to avoid meeting musicians because they're afraid they might be dicks in real life, but in this case, it was the exact opposite, and hence the picture became more complete. Anyway, I'm doing this for the benefit of someone who's reading this in 10 or 100 years, or for someone today who may be thinking about going to see them live.  Obviously, you should.  And I love reading about people's experiences with seeing / meeting obscure bands in the '80s & '90s.  I especially try to chat up bands when the turnout has been really low, to show a band that they do have fans and that it was not a wasted trip.  This can help convince them to return to your city in the future.  Then again, there can be other reasons why they'll return:

Piper and PI's roadie / merch guy getting sloshed on purple drank and ketchup in the French Quarter before their show on 7/8/11.

I will add that if you read through Puro Instinct's (and Pearl Harbor's) dizzying array of blogs and other websites, you'll learn that their wit is second to none.  I could be wrong, but it seems to be Piper who is mostly responsible for doing all the writing and photo-posting on their sites.  Check out the strange things offered on their Kickstarter page.  Their TwitPic page has some occasional gems.  Okay, that's enough.  This has to be the most links I've ever put in one post, and I hate reading anything with too many links.

I made an impromptu trip to see Jessica Lea Mayfield in Baton Rouge last night, and it was good and all, but I'm not sure why I did it.  No, that's not true; my specific thought process was: "What if she becomes the next Cat Power and I could've seen her for a few bucks?"  (I missed Cat Power in Baton Rouge in '98 and am still upset.)  I was on the fence until I stumbled onto JLM's cover of Nirvana's "Lounge Act" and realized her voice is pretty remarkable when she actually projects it.  Most of the time she seems catatonically depressed, though, both live and on record.  A bad thunderstorm, the first significant rain here in two months, kicked in literally right before JLM started playing.

Planets with similar climates: Velocity Girl - "Crazy Town" (1993) & "Finest Hour" (1995), Juned - "Hearts To Bleed" (1995), The Church - "Columbus" (1985), Liz Phair - "Supernova" (1994), The Posies - "Dream All Day" (1993), Lush - "Nothing Natural" (1992).

November 8, 2011

The Joy Circuit >> I'll send you back into the sky

I can't believe it's still California Month, tremor #44:

The Joy Circuit - "X's"
(self-released, 2004)

I guess this'll be the last song that I post by TJC for a long time.  It's from their only commercial release, their CD EP called EP 1, recorded in 2004 and released in early 2005.


The drumbeat and bassline pound along incessantly, but near the end they suddenly pick up in tempo and threaten to speed off the rails.  The opening guitar feedback and harmonic plinking is quite epic; dig that little space-rock solo at about the 2:23 mark.  My only peeve is that this song is directed to a specific person, someone named Ellen.  Specific names in song titles / lyrics is my ultimate musical pet peeve, especially female names used in songs by male singers.  Is "Ellen" a slang term for some drug?  Jeff Garber sings "She collapsed into my vein," which seems to be a drug reference, and lotsa drugs have such nicknames: Mary Jane, Betty White, etc.  And the song's first line, "X's on the hands," is a reference to the straight-edge lifestyle, which eschews drugs.  (Pitcher C.J. Wilson is straight-edge, and started for the Rangers in the World Series just a week or two ago.)

I had an mp3 excerpt of this song for several years that I played to death, and then finally bought the CD on eBay in about 2007.  The cover art, three long fluorescent lightbulbs aligned vertically in a row, is really impressive and eerie.  It reminds me of the VHO (very high output) fluorescent bulbs I used on my reef tanks, which costs about $30 each and only lasted a year or two before they started to put off too much light in the red end of the color spectrum, which makes undesirable brown algae grow too much.


The song "Secret Fires" on this EP could have been a huge hit single, but this band never released any singles, probably because that's pretty expensive for a band that self-releases its own music.  But man, that song would've started a big-time bidding war if any major-label execs had actually heard it.  I chose "X's" simply because it's edgier and more viscerally thrilling.  A website called Silent Uproar posted on 5/31/05 that The Joy Circuit had broken up.  They added that "The upside to this new is that National Skyline will be reforming and recording the followup to This = Everything."

I've read two stunning articles in the last few days:
CD-format to be abandoned by major labels by the end of 2012
The sudden death of film

I was pissed when film cameras essentially died off almost a decade ago, but I thought movie film would be irreplaceable.  What Ebert says about the 3D scam ("The distracting gimmick of 3D was used to fuel this campaign") reminds me of how New Coke was a scam to intentionally get customers to revolt and demand their regular-old Coke back.  So when Coca-Cola returned regular-old Coke back to the customers, they were able to swap corn syrup into it in place of sugar.  No one really noticed because their taste buds were so offended by New Coke.  Americans are very easily fooled.
To summarize:
a.) Coke (with sucrose) was sold and enjoyed for untold decades.  (This is the best-tasting version of Coke.)
b.) New Coke (without sucrose) was briefly introduced despite its worse taste.  (This is the worst-tasting version.)
c.) Consumers ask for their "Old Coke" back
d.) They get it back, but with corn syrup instead of sugar.  (This is the second-best tasting version.)

Voila: The company put a cheaper-to-manufacture* sweetener into its drink, and tricked the public into thinking it had had a say in a massive marketplace "victory."  So Coca-Cola manufactured two "wins" out of thin air, and has raked in the profits ever since.  Americans are fucking stupid.  Sugar-sweetened Coke is still sold in more tropical markets like Mexico, so lots of cola enthusiasts buy their Coke at the border.

*Sugar cane only grows in warm, wet climates, whereas corn can be grown in far colder and drier climates.  Sugar beets can be grown in cold, dry areas, e.g. Russia, but are not practical for mass production.  Sugar is immediately taken up by the bloodstream, whereas corn syrup (fructose) has to be sent to the liver; hence it has a lower glycemic index, which is a good thing, but it causes fats to build up in the liver, which can be fatal.

Related to this is the 9/11 scam (yes, our govt. knew it was coming but decided to allow it) and the Pearl Harbor scam (yes, our govt. knew it was coming but decided to allow it), and countless others throughout history that were designed to convince the public that we had to go to war against overseas enemies, in order to enrich the military-industrial complex via endless wars.

On a related note, I permanently eliminated sucrose (table sugar, a.k.a. sugar) from my diet about two weeks ago.  I tried this in 1999, but I also eliminated all other sugars, so I felt pretty sick.  The body does need some sugars (anything ending in -ose) to keep running, or else you suffer from hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) and your metabolism can permanently slow down.  Hence why people who go on crash diets always gain back even more weight than they lost while they were anorexic.  See: Christina Aguilera.  I will continue to get my sugars from dairy (lactose), fruits (fructose) and simple carbs (glucose).  By the way, the only thing that cancer cells feed on is sugar in the bloodstream.  Read that sentence again and understand how mind-bogglingly important it is.  Now you know why diabetics (people whose bodies lack the ability to control their blood sugar levels) (since they lack a hormone called insulin) are so susceptible to various diseases, including cancer*.  So the cancer-medicine industry is probably totally in favor of Americans being pumped full of sugar all day long.  Doctors in general don't want a country of healthy people, because that would put all doctors out of work, so doctors prefer to treat symptoms rather than the underlying causes of diseases.  My point is, take control of your own health, because it's a minefield out there, especially your local grocery store's aisles, which are the most potent form of population control ever devised.  Call me a conspiracy theorist if you want, but I've studied this kind of thing in depth for over a decade, spurred on by Coast To Coast AM (formerly known as Coast To Coast with Art Bell, before Art was replaced by the charisma-free George Noory).  Listening to that show every night on my radio starting at midnight has completely opened my mind and changed my life.

*By total coincidence, Joe Frazier died yesterday at the relatively young age of 67.  He was a diabetic and died of cancer.  Coincidence?

I know this all sounds rambling, but to me it's as simple as pie, since I was a biology / pre-med major and have studied this sort of thing so much that it's just second nature to me by now.  Learn your sugars and your life will be so much better.  I was briefly up to 235 pounds in 1999, when I was a vegetarian, and have stayed at around 175-185 for the last decade even though I pig out on carbs whenever I feel like it.  (I'm 6'2" or 6'3".)  I have a ton of food insensitivities, so the grocery store really is a minefield for me.  I can't eat rice, chocolate, whole grain wheat, pitted fruits (peaches, apricots, etc.; they contain a hard-to-digest sugar called sorbitol), cinnamon, potatoes, and some other things.  So I pretty much ignore about 95% of the items in the grocery store.  Yes, that's what we call them here in the South, though I think most people use the term supermarket.  Learn your good fats (e.g. the ones in olive oil, grapeseed oil) and your bad fats (the ones in meats).  Learn what the "caveman diet" is, and figure out how you can eat a diet that more closely resembles it, since that is what our bodies evolved to be able to digest over millennia.  It's really only over the last few decades that America's food companies decided to infuse everything with phenomenal amounts of sugar, fat and sodium, making us the fattest country in the world.  To say that I think the CEOs of these companies should be hanged for mass genocide is an understatement, but that will never happen, so avoiding their products is the only real way to get revenge on them.  Living well is the best revenge, as someone much smarter than me once said.  For what it's worth, I wrote this entire editorial in about 20 minutes off the top of my head.  And I just realized that it was exactly a decade ago (either Nov. 6th or 7th, 2001), that I planned on killing myself, due to all my health problems, which turned out to be caused by food allergies / intolerances.  I've never said anything about this in public, and I'm not sure why I'm saying it now, but it's not like anyone actually reads this.  I have pretty much cured myself, with zero help from a single doctor, who all insisted it was psychosomatic.  To quote another intelligent person: "Patient, heal thyself."

A video which has just gone viral:


For an enhanced experience, watch it at the same time as this:


Planets with similar climates: U2 - "Bullet The Blue Sky" (1987), The Comsat Angels - "On The Beach" (1980), Poem Rocket - "Small White Animal" (1995).

November 7, 2011

Mike Patton >> California screaming

I can't believe it's still California Month, tremor #43:

Mike Patton - "Pajama Party Horror"
(Tzadik Records,1995)

In the '80s, Mike Patton was the singer for a then-terrible band called Mr. Bungle.  He was tapped to replace Chuck Mosley as Faith No More's new singer in 1989, leading them through their golden era.  He has always been a seriously ADHD-addled individual (personal observation / opinion), and this solo album, Adult Themes For Voice, is an unabashed manifestation of that.


As an obsessive and newly internet-savvy Faith No More fan, I bought this album right after it came out in spring of '96.  (I remember the lady at Borders in Richmond having trouble finding it and asking me "Michael Penn?"  "No, Mike Patton."  This was in late April.  I ended up buying it in New Orleans a week or two later because that Borders didn't have it in yet.)  I knew what I was getting myself into, having read about the album on the FNM / Mr. Bungle website called Caca Volante, but it was still quite surprising to see just how far he pushed the envelope.  As the liner notes say, "All themes composed by Patton for voice/microphone.  Recorded and mixed in fine hotel rooms around the world using a TASCAM 4-Track Portastudio."  32 specific hotel rooms are listed in the CD booklet, which is printed in cool silver ink, a Tzadik specialty.  The album was produced by Patton and was executive produced by his apparent idol (and Tzadik owner / and Mr. Bungle producer), John Zorn.  The four-part "Guinea Pig" suite is particularly unnerving.  I chose to post "Pajama Party Horror" because it's a good sampler of all the extremes on the album, packed into one minute, and has a great title.  Most of the songs have great titles, and I'm actually shocked that there haven't been noise bands named after almost every song on the album yet.


I don't want to go off on a rant here, but I hate it so much when the clocks "fall back" this time of year.  The sun went down at 8:30 just a few months ago, and now it goes down at around 5:45.  If anything, the "savings time" should be reversed.  This way, sunset would be around 7:30 (not 8:30) in the middle of summer, and 6:30 (not 5:30) in the dead of winter.  This would help keep people's biological clocks, and henceforth their sleep patterns, more consistent throughout the year, and would help fight Seasonal Affective Disorder.

I do want to go off on an extended rant about how Tumblr is destroying the world, but I'll save that for another time.  Instead I'll just post some of my favorite Garfield Minus Garfield strips, since I've amassed a folder full of dozens of them.  The guy who came up with this idea said he did it after realizing that Garfield was not a comic strip about a cat, but rather one about the sad life and existential turmoil of his owner, Jon.  They range from silly to heartbreaking to baffling, and the first one is very apropos to this Patton song / album, and the last one is very fitting for this site:


There have been earthquakes in unusual places recently.  Check out: Did fracking cause the Oklahoma earthquake?

Planets with similar climates - You tell me...


Currently listening to in my car: New Fast Automatic Daffodils - Body Exit Mind, Antipop Consortium - Arrhythmia, Memoryhouse - The Hours EP (2011 version), Cliff Martinez - sex, lies, and videotape (soundtrack), V/A - Ambient 4: IsolationismAbove The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers, a July 2006 mix CD.

November 5, 2011

Lions & Ghosts >> Like a thief outside your window

I can't believe it's still California Month, tremor #42:

Lions & Ghosts - "Wild Garden"
(EMI Records, 1989)

This is another rare major-label song that I'll be posting once in a blue moon, and hence I made it non-downloadable.  I bought this CD, also titled Wild Garden, at a pawn shoppe in LaPlace in April 2007 for 25 cents.  I had never heard of them, but was intrigued by the band name and song titles, and even by the cool blue and black color scheme.  The album has been out of print for around two decades, so I'm just trying to spread the word about this great song.


Mind-bogglingly, this song was not even released as a single.  It could've been the biggest song of the year, if not of the decade.  ("Five & Dime" could've been a big hit as well, but was of course not released as a single either.)  "Wild Garden" destroys the Replacements at their own game (ragged, heart-on-sleeve rock with lyrics about heartbreak) without breaking a sweat, and the band was much more photogenic than the 'Mats.  Lions & Ghosts opened for lots of cool bands on the Sunset Strip in their heyday, and they were apparently quite big in Japan, where their breezy, Byrds-ish single "Mary Goes Round" was a hit:


The band broke up after this album.  Singer Rick Parker put out a passable solo album on Geffen in 1992, which I have.  After that he fronted a short-lived band called Sparkler, which put out one album, but I have not heard it.  I'm guessing the name Sparkler was a pun on Parker's last name?  If anyone knows anything interesting about L&G, please share, because I just cannot fathom why they didn't become huge.  Their previous album had another potential hit, the very Social Distortion / Church-esque "Love & Kisses From The Gutter".

Lions & Ghosts ca. late '80s; singer Rick Parker on right.  (Photographer unknown.)

I saw Memoryhouse at the Hi-Ho Lounge on Wednesday, in a crowd of about 10-15 people.  The band still put on a great show despite the humiliatingly low turnout, and I'll talk about it some more when I get around to posting a song by them.  The reason for the low turnout was that there is a new rule in that part of town (the Marigny / upper 9th Ward) prohibiting concert flyers on telephone poles or any type of public property.  I went over to Frenchmen Street to see if anything was going on; saw Gravity A at the Blue Nile for about 15 minutes (they covered some Meters song), and then Deja Vu Brass band at the Balcony Music Club for about 15 minutes.  Had no luck finding a Memoryhouse gig flyer anywhere.  The next morning I bought about 30 CDs for 50 cents each at the Bridge House thrift store, and a DVD player / VCR combo unit for $15.  They had a whole stack of them that a hotel had donated.  Despite all those newly-bought CDs, I kept playing Memoryhouse's The Hours CD EP, which I had bought at the show, over and over in my car, unable to force myself to take out out of the CD player for fear of breaking the spell it had over me.
Yesterday I went to a coffee shop called the Hey! Café for the first time, to see a show headlined by a band called City Of Ships.  I caught two good local bands (Brothers, Opposable Thumbs) opening, and got a grilled cheese sandwich.  I passed some time by reading a pamphlet/book by an anonymous author titled Abolish Restaurants.  (I was stunned to learn that restaurants only came into popularity in the mid 1800s, since individual food artisan guilds controlled food production before that.)  The show ran way late, so I had to leave to meet my sister and her friends so we could go to the Boris / Asobi Seksu / True Widow show at One Eyed Jacks.  We missed True Widow, which was the main reason I had come to this show, so I was really ticked.  The only "good" thing is that the girl from T.W. told me at the merch table that they only played for 30 minutes and did not play "A.K.A.", my favorite song of theirs.  So I didn't miss much, I guess.  A.S. and Boris were good, so it was worth it overall.  And two cute girls, including one from the Mushroom that I kinda have a crush on, came up and talked to me, which doesn't happen to me all that often at shows.  Wearing a baby blue sweatshirt to a show like this makes one stand out in a crowd, for better or for worse.  I didn't buy any merch.
Today I swung by Skully'z Recordz and nabbed an Asobi Seksu poster from their window and gave them a Skinny Puppy cassette (VIVI SECT VI) as thanks.  Then I went to the New Orleans Book Fair on Frenchmen St. and got 3 books and 3 CDs, plus an amazing sticker that says "READ MOTHERFUCKING BOOKS! ALL DAMN DAY."


All the anarchist / feminist / radical / Marxist literature at this fair can be off-putting, but there was some good stuff to be found.  I went to it about 5 years ago, but didn't buy anything then.  I walked over to one of the coolest stores in town, American Aquatic Gardens, and bought a cactus which I believe to be a Mammillaria geminispina, a species that I had been lusting after for a while.  Then I stopped in at Euclid Records, which of course turned into a stay of several hours.  I got Lee Ranaldo's classic From Here → Infinity on LP, which is something I never thought I'd find.  (Already had it on CD and cassette, but the LP has a lock groove at the end of each track, plus an amazing etching of a dragon on one side, and embossed writing on the cover.)  Also got a bunch of other cool or random stuff (Antipop Consortium, The Church, Maxwell, Michele Rosewoman).  The owner played Yo La Tengo & Jad Fair's Strange But True and The Replacements' Pleased To Meet Me in their entirety.  ("The Ledge" on the latter is one of the greatest songs ever.)  I don't think he ever put up the Live Skull poster I gave him in March at a Des Ark / Pygmy Lush in-store.  I wrestled in my mind all day with the idea of driving to Baton Rouge to see True Widow headline a show of their own, but decided to stay in N.O.  Man.  Missing them twice on consecutive days is gonna haunt me for a long-ass time.
Watching the #1 LSU vs. #2 Alabama game ("Of The Century") right now, which is in overtime, while clad in my purple and gold BEAT BAMA shirt.  LSU is about to kick a potential game-winning field goal...

Planets with similar climates: Screaming Trees - "Shadow Of The Season" (1992), Kitchens Of Distinction - "What Happens Now?" (1992), Social Distortion - "So Far Away" (1990), The Replacements - "Alex Chilton" (1987), Hüsker Dü - "Games" (1985), The Church - "Metropolis" (1990).

November 1, 2011

Necropolis Of Love >> I'm looking at something left unsaid here

I can't believe it's still California Month, tremor #41:

Necropolis Of Love - "Talk" (re-recorded version)
(Thumb Records, 1984)

Yup, I extended it for yet another month...


This song came out as a 7" single in 1982, and again on the band's EP The Hope in 1984.  I have both mp3s, and I can't tell any real difference.  The liner notes of the EP state that this song was "Recorded at Dangerous Rhythm Studios, Oakland, CA in May 1984. Additional recording at Peak Design/Tony Milosz, Berkeley, CA."  So I guess this version that I'm posting (from the EP) is indeed re-recorded.  Both of those releases have cool cover art.  Thumb Records was presumably a self-run micro-label, since all three of its releases appear to be by NOL.

I have to wonder aloud if Tears For Fears got inspiration for their giganto-hit "Shout" from "Talk," since both have similar tribal drum patterns, melodies, and of course lyrical themes.  I'll admit I love mid-'80s TFF, and you should too.  I don't know how close they had their ear to the underground at this time, and I don't know how much airplay "Talk" got.  But I do know NOL got briefly signed to Sire Records, though it looks like no music ever came out of it.  They remain a cult favorite in the San Fran area, but I don't know if they've ever reunited.  One of the most eyebrow-raising band names ever, too.  Singer David Velasquez recently said he described his band's sound as "existential dance music" and as "hostile disco music."

I almost chose not to show this live clip, due to the dance maneuvers, but heck, here it is:


The main thing this video does for me is to clear up the intricate, and yes, savage – you know I love that word – drumming.  I was wondering if it was some sort of hybrid between real drumming and a drum machine, and sure enough, it is.  That's a pretty huge sound from a band with only two instrumentalists, though the singer does play some keyboard at one point.  A gig flyer of theirs offers "complimentary aspirin."

Existential sign at Crosby Arboretum in Picayune, MS, 10/23/11.  Vaccinium elliottii (Elliott's blueberry, a.k.a. Mayberry) in background.

Two days ago I read that Kim Kardashian & Kris Humphries' wedding cake cost approximately $20,000, and today she filed for divorce after 72 days of "marriage."  Refer back to the last sentence of yesterday's post in order to see how I feel about this.  My sister met Kim after the Saints-Steelers game in the Dome last Halloween, when she was dating Reggie Bush, and said that she's very nice in person, so oh well.  I just watched a documentary about this guy named Chris Herren, called Unguarded, that chronicles how his struggles with drugs ruined his NBA career.

Planets with similar climates: The Sound - "Golden Soldiers" (1984), Tears For Fears - "Shout" (1985), The Comsat Angels - "Eye Dance" (1981), Sponge - "Plowed" (1995).


Currently eating or drinking: Shultz honey wheat braided twist pretzels, Dixie Jazz amber light beer, Brothers All Natural freeze-dried banana & strawberry crisps.

October 31, 2011

The Moog Cookbook >> A simple prop to occupy my time

California Month continued, tremor #40:

The Moog Cookbook - "The One I Love"
(1996, Restless Records)

The Moog Cookbook was two guys with way too many vintage synths.  They put out two albums of cheesy synth covers of well-known songs, including this R.E.M. chestnut.  Thank god they (R.E.M., that is) finally broke the hell up this month after being the paradigm of all "bands that should've broken up 20 years ago" jokes.


I didn't realize TMC were from California until just this month.  I downloaded this album, their self-titled debut, a few years back.  The word Moog is pronounced "Moag," as most people hopefully know.  My other two favorite songs on this album are "Evenflow" and "Smells Like Teen Spirit."  Of course, Sara DeBell's brilliant Grunge Lite album beat The Moog Cookbook to the punchline by several years, though TMC's versions are more fleshed-out and party-worthy.  See you later in an elevator, R.E.M., and thanks for all those... er... those 5 or 6 great songs you gave us over those three decades...  This one was definitely your best.


Back cover of their self-titled album

On some Japanese magazine, 1998

1997 press photo

After the Saints' stunning beatdown at the hands of the winless Rams, I went to Voodoo Fest yesterday in hopes of catching some Odd Future, but we got there too late.  (I read that they got into some onstage spats with cameramen, and Chris from the Mushroom told me that they were pretty disorganized / unprofessional / mediocre overall.  Read this.)  Saw most of TV On The Radio, who did "Will Do," "Staring At The Sun," and "Wolf Like Me," among others.  They closed their set with a cover of Fugazi's classic "Waiting Room."  Then saw almost all of The Meters' set, which was the main reason I went; this was one of only a handful of times since the '70s that all four members have played together, so it was a pretty huge deal.  It was kind of funny seeing those old dudes playing circles around their disciples TVOTR.  It was annoying that Cheap Trick were playing at the same time, at much louder volume, on the adjacent stage.  I wanted to strangle them.  The Meters did an epic ten or so minute version of their classic "Fire On The Bayou", which most non-New Orleanians know as the theme song to the HBO show Treme.  They also did "Hey Pocky A-Way," which is the unofficial theme song of Mardi Gras, and "It Ain't No Use" and a few others.  My hour of watching them went by too quickly.  Then it was the Raconteurs closing things out on the main stage (don't you need a hit single to do that?) in a Led Zep-y way, as though the '80s, '90s, and '00s never happened.  I finally met my sister & Vanessa's friend Cecile, who has her own business designing neckties.  Then we saw this techno duo(?) called Soul Clap at a little side stage before the plug was pulled at 9:00.
Then we got some food at Lucy's Retired Surfer Cafe, and Vanessa explained the X-rated meaning of the slang term "Superman that ho," as used in a certain Soulja Boy hit song.  Haha.  She was really on, and the Red Bull surely didn't hurt.  I realized that I might have obtained the explanation for the term "decorate the spine" in that Knapsack song I posted two days ago...  I drove Damion's friend Wessel back to the apartment while this Moog Cookbook song played in my car, so he must've thought I was on crack or that I had the strangest music taste ever.  I swung by the Mushroom right before they closed at midnight and picked up this Joy Division poster (Closer album cover) that I'd seen a few weeks earlier, for my sister.  And got a jazz LP for a buck just because it has Terence Blanchard on it.
This morning I called in a Halloween-themed request of Oingo Boingo's "Dead Man's Party" to WTUL, and the DJ girl played it only a few minutes later, which impressed me.


I got an amazing boombox necklace and gold "$" ring today at a Halloween store.  They had at least four different Lady Gaga outfits, and a Mike "The Situation" one.  Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" played over the P.A. system, and a lifesize Freddy Kreuger statue next to the cash registers periodically spat out lines such as "How's this for a wet dream?"  (Yes, there were plenty of kids in the store.)  I felt ashamed to be an American.

Planets with similar climates: Ween - "Now I'm Freaking Out" (1994), Komputer - "Looking Down On London" (1997), Sukia - "Vaseline & Sand" (1996), Add N To (X) - "Plug Me In" (2000), Moonshake - "Exotic Siren Song" - (1996).

October 29, 2011

Knapsack >> We're not who we might prefer

California Month continued, tremor #39:

Knapsack - "Decorate The Spine"
(Alias Records, 1996)


I almost went to a Knapsack / Trunk Federation gig in early '97, right around the time I heard Knapsack's excellent "Courage Was Confused" on a Magnet magazine sampler CD.  (See the post on Starflyer 59's "The Boulevard" a few weeks ago for a pic of this CD.)  I bought this actual Knapsack CD, Day Three Of My New Life, sometime in the '00s.  For all these years I thought the singer was defiantly asking "Who makes the rules?  Who makes the rules?"  But I just found out the other day that it's "I begged to reverse the roles, reverse the roles."  Man.  I still have no idea what the term "decorate the spine" means, though it's very reminiscent of Archers Of Loaf's indie anthem "Web In Front", which has a cryptic "All I ever wanted was to be your spine" chorus.  And don't forget Ween's touching ballad "Spinal Meningitis (Got Me Down)".  On the topic of spines, I fractured my 5th lumbar vertebra (a.k.a. the L5) while playing football in 7th grade.  I had to wear this fucking corset thing 24/7 for over a year, and the doctor told me not to play football again.  But I was able to go on and play four more years of football (and five more years of basketball) after that, so what do doctors know anyway?  "God knows I'm not sure," as Knapsack would say.  Haha, that was great.

Buckley & Molly in Metairie Cemetery on Sept. 8th, about an hour before the Saints-Packers game which kicked off the NFL season.

Planets with similar climates: Foo Fighters - "Best Of You" (2005), Unwound - "You Bite My Tongue" (1992), The Sound - "Fire" (1981), Sunny Day Real Estate - "Seven" (1993).

October 28, 2011

Suburban Lawns >> Our data was merged and love was born

California Month continued, tremor #38:

Suburban Lawns - "Computer Date"
(Suburban Industrial Records / I.R.S. Records, 1981)


Suburban Lawns didn't release very much music, but they are apparently a cult favorite to this day.  I don't know much about them, and don't have much desire to learn more about them, but I have determined that the band members were actually not nerdy, at least based on this "interview" clip:


Compare them to the legit dweebs who make up nerd-pop bands like Devo, 2 Live Jews, or They Might Be Giants...  I think I got this song on eMusic in 2003, but I'm not sure.

LP back cover

From marriedtothesea.com
I skipped a St. Vincent concert the other day, but watched it stream for free at the Tipitina's website.  She/they covered one of my favorite songs ever, "She Is Beyond Good And Evil" by The Pop Group, and this has apparently been done at every show on this tour.  She/they also recently did a decent cover of "Kerosene" by Big Black, another of my favorite songs ever.  I'm not a fan of covers, but you have to give SV props for those two.

The new episodes of Beavis & Butt-head that debuted last night were painfully unfunny, which was kind of like a dagger to the heart of someone like myself who can recite almost every line from the original series.  So I spent most of my time watching that Rangers-Cardinals game, which is already being called arguably the greatest World Series game ever.  I'm pulling for the Rangers, because they've never won a title, and their skipper Ron Washington is from NOLA & is one of the nicest guys in sports, and I like the whole Josh Hamilton redemption story.  But mainly because Tony La Russa and Albert Pujols are creepy, charisma-free robots who probably moonlight in seal clubbing or illegal arms laundering when they're not busy scowling and complaining in the dugout.

Planets with similar climates: Devo - "Girl U Want" (1980), Hybrid Kids - "D'Ya Think I'm Sexy?" (1980), XTC - "Pulsing Pulsing" (1979).


Speaking of creepy people, check out this amazing article: Is Aleister Crowley the father of Barbara Bush?  After reading it and comparing the photos of the two of them, one's only answer is an obvious "Yes."