Showing posts with label In Rotation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label In Rotation. Show all posts

June 2, 2011

LeBron James as Unwilling Darth Vader, and Other Tales Ending in June; plus, In Rotation

Welcome to June, where here at the homestead, we are wondering if the Tigers can stay close enough to the Indians to benefit from the inevitable Cleveland jinx, and if the ascendancy of the Royals and the Indians actually means a new day in the AL Central.  Well, okay, we don't really spend much time thinking of that at all.  We just hope the Tigers can stabilize their bullpen before August.

It's been a lovely NBA season, truly one of the most satisfying sports seasons in recent memory.  We'll get to that in a minute; but first, a playlist:

In Rotation

Tyler the Creator: Goblin
Death Grips: Exmilitary
Dimitry Shostakovich: Symphony 14
Flipper: Generic and Gone Fishin'
The Germs: GI
The Fall: Dragnet
The Rolling Stones: Between the Buttons
The Flesheaters:  Miss Muerta
Davie Allen and the Arrows: Bullseye
Glenn Gould: Brahms - Ballades, Rhapsodies, Intermezzi
Husker Du: Land Speed Record
Various: Hula Blues - Vintage Steel Guitar
Thurston Moore: Demolished Thoughts
Six Organs of Admittance: Asleep on the Floodplain
OWFGKTA: Radical
Big K.R.I.T.: Return of 4eva
Ornette Coleman: New York is Now
John Coltrane: A Love Supreme (Live)
Autechre: Confield

and from the Indiana Musical Family Tree Archives: Sick City 4, DeAndre Film Student, Dr. Ray, Bateu Futur, Mine., and a few more.

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This sure has been an all-round fun NBA season.  The story lines were all over: the final demise of the Phil Jackson Lakers, followed by the unlikely announcement of the next-generation Lakers under ex-Cavs coach (and perceived, though perhaps unfairly so, LeBron victim) Mike Brown.  The Sixers and my Pacers show plenty of guts in losing causes in the first round of the Eastern Conference playoffs.  The Pacers, in particular, impressed everybody as a pretty well made car that's just missing an engine (Charles Barkely: "You know, you take LeBron off those Cavaliers teams he was on, and put him on this team, and I think you see a different result in the finals.").

We also saw the re-invention (on the fly, I might add) of the Spurs, put to an untimely end by the rise of the Memphis Grizzlies.  The Hornets, after giving the Lakers fits in their series, wonder if there is any way they are going to be able to hold on to Chris Paul . . . who, by the way, returned to his old form in a way that many of us didn't think was likely, or even possible.  The perennially snake-bit Trailblazers, while pondering their own future, managed to give the Mavericks their only really competitive series before the finals.  The Celtics look too old, the Thunder still too young, and we still wonder if the Grizzlies were a mirage, or if they are for real.  And the only team that truly looked like chumps were the New York Knicks . . . so much for the dangerous Amare/Carmelo combo.

Derrick Rose was able to win one series almost singlehandedly, but not another.  Kobe looked more and more human, though still dangerous.  Garnett looked lost. Chris Paul looked around and saw young "pass first" PGs like Rajon Rondo and Mike Conley stepping up & decided he'd better do the same or risk becoming irrelevant.   Carlos Boozer emerged as the most over-rated player, Marc Gasol as the most under-rated.

And then, the finals.  Miami, who effectively transformed themselves from a likable blue-collar grind-it-out team to villains over the summer, got it together during the playoffs to actually become the team they are on paper.  There is the suggestion that "The Decision", far from being the mistake that everybody including LeBron thought it was, was actually part of Pat Riley's master plan to raise the stakes and form a crucible that would forge the Heat into the great team Riles thinks they are.  Dallas, on the other hand, played steadily and confidently throughout the season only to completely blow up in the first three rounds of the playoffs . . . to the degree that people are mentioning Larry Bird and Dirk Novitzky in the same sentence, and even Bird doesn't have a problem with it.

LeBron's marriage to the Heat has been great for basketball, even if it has been rough on his public image.  The NBA needs bad guys and, unlike the Knicks of the 90's, it needs bad guys with rings.  

So now here we are, with a real good guys v. bad guys final on our hands.  Great end to a great season.

And then, the lockout starts.

April 6, 2011

In Rotation: The Vinyl + Edition

I'm back to almost exclusively purchasing my music on vinyl these days.  I do it mainly because I like the objects involved: CDs were almost always inferior to vinyl records as objects, and the initial hype about the "superior sound quality" of digital media was quickly shown to be a lie.  I don't have the high end audio equipment necessary to tell a first-rate vinyl pressing from a well mastered CD*, but vinyl is so much cooler as a package that I will easily spend the extra bucks for it.

However, I tend to forget there are still advantages to CDs . . . remember how excited we were with all Coltrane reissues because songs no longer had to be sliced up to fit on LP sides?  Case in point: Tim Hecker's latest, Ravedeath, 1972.  Composed to be one continuous piece divided into "songs", the Kranky double LP annoyingly has to chop everything up.  The vinyl sounds great, but I'll be purchasing a download on this one.

In Rotation On Vinyl:

Tim Hecker: Ravedeath, 1972
Softcheque: Misericord
Flipper: Public Flipper Ltd.
Verdi: Requiem Mass (Strasbourg Philharmonic Orchestra, Alain Lombard, conductor)
Earth: A Bureaucratic Desire for Extra Capsular Extraction
Sun City Girls: Funeral Mariachi
Valley of Ashes: Cavehill Hunter's Attrition
Sapat: Mortise and Tenon
The Phantom Family Halo: Monoliths and These Flowers Never Die
The Phantom Family Halo: Music From Italian TV
Yoko Ono: Plastic Ono Band
John Cage: Concerto for Prepared Piano and Orchestra (Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra, Lukas Foss, conductor)
Crime: San Francisco's STILL Doomed
Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band: It Comes to You in a Plain Brown Wrapper
John Cage: Cheap Imitation
Marion Brown: Afternoon of a Georgia Faun
Wipers: Over the Edge
Mark Stewart and the Mafia: s/t
Albert Ayler et.al.: New York Eye and Ear Control
Ennio Morricone: Film Music Volume 1
My Dad Is Dead: The Taller You Are, The Shorter You Get
Calexico: The Black Light
The Mothers of Invention: Burnt Weenie Sandwhich

and, in new-timey digital formats:
Wipers: Youth of America
Royal Trux: Cats and Dogs
Sick City Four: Complete MFT Recordings
Tim Hecker: Harmony in Ultraviolet
DJ Spooky: Creation Rebel
The Jesus and Mary Chain: Psychocandy
Kurt Vile: Smoke Ring for my Halo
Boris: Dronevil
Wire: Pink Flag
Tyvek: Nothing Fits
Earth: Earth 2
John Fahey: The Great Santa Barbara Oil Slick

as well as custom playlists by:
Jimi Hendrix
Giant Sand 
David Bowie
Lou Reed
etc.

Next time, maybe I do another one of my mp3 players.  I thought that was kinda a good idea.  Kinda.
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*  Besides, most everything recorded today is recorded digitally, and even though everyone talks about the warmth of analog recording, most recording engineers won't prioritize analog recorders in the process . . . or at least substitute tube technology (or "valve" tech, for all you Brits) for solid state in the signal chain to try to liven up the proceedings.  Digital media will reproduce digital recordings perfectly - that much we know.  For that reason, I think the idea of vinyl as a "warmer" medium is beside the point, especially since no one would dare exploit the analog character of vinyl in the mastering process.

January 31, 2011

In Rotation - The Samsung P3

How about something a little different?  Here's what's loaded on mp3 player #3 right now:

Various Artists: The Rough Guide to the Music of Pakistan
AMM: The Crypt
Bill Orcutt: A New Way to Pay Old Debts
Bud Powell: Jazz Giant
Deerhunter: Cryptograms and Halcyon Digest (Japanese Edition)
Cecil Taylor: Conquistador!
Duke Ellington: Masterpieces 1926-1949
Earth: Angels of Darkness, Demons of Light
Guanco +: Attar of Rose; Caves of Holy Light; and Sky Burials
James Blood Ulmer: Black Rock and Odyssey
Sun Ra: Space is the Place
Keith Rowe, Axel Dorner, & Franz Hautzinger: A View from the Window
Keith Rowe, Sachiko M, Toshima: ErstLive 005
Lester Bowie: All the Magic!
Masayuki Takayanagi New Directions Unit: Mass Hysterism In Another Situation
Matthew Herbert: Mahler X Recomposed and One Club
Max Neuhaus: Fontana Mix Feed 1965-68
Miles Davis: On the Corner
Paul Flaherty and Chris Corsano: Full Bottle
William Tyler: Behold the Spirit
Philip Jeck: An Ark for the Listener
Sick City Four: MFT downloads

As indicated above, I have two more mp3 players in rotation.  If I don't get bored with the idea, I'll post the other two somtime in the near future.

January 8, 2011

Cloud of Sound; plus, In Rotation

photo Alyssen Davis

I've created a profile on SoundCloud to dump off some of my music for your perusal . . . at this point, nothing that I haven't posted before in other places (including here), but it's a nice little sampler all pulled together in one place.  So far it includes a couple duets I did with Bart Galloway (circa 2009 or so), several Hoosier Pete tracks, several Black Kaspar tracks, and a couple Catkillers tracks dating back as far as '94.

Hopefully, I will get some new stuff going this year.  When I do, that is where the samples will be posted.

Enjoy!

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Still in full-tilt Glenn Gould mania.  Beethoven's piano sonatas are still the favorite, & I'm having fun doing compare and contrast between his Bach and his Berg/Schoenberg/Krenek.  Otherwise,

In Rotation:

This Heat: complete
Slint: complete
Mahler: 9th (MTT/San Francisco)
Thin Lizzy: Jailbreak
Rory Gallagher: Deuce
Jeri Southern: Warm
Stan Getz: Quartets
Hoagy Carmichael: Playlist
Sir Richard Bishop: Soundcloud playlist
Das Racist: Shut Up, Man
The Body: All the Waters of the Earth Turn to Blood
Phantom Family Halo: Monoliths & These Flowers Never Die
Captain Beefheart: It Comes to You in a Plain Brown Wrapper
Crime: San Francisco's STILL Doomed
Mark Stewart + Maffia: Mark Stewart + Maffia

and, what the hell?  Let's toss a reading list out as well:

Scott Tennent: Slint's Spiderland (33 1/3 series)
Slajov Zizek: In Defense of Lost Causes & Living In the End Times
Alain Badiou: The Communist Hypothesis
Herman Melville: Bartelby & Benito Cerino
Sigmund Freud: Civiliztion & It's Discontents
Henry David Thoreau: "On the Duty of Civil Disobedience"
Andre Breton: Selected Poems
The Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States of America


not that I've gotten around to all of those yet, but I'll have them all done except the Badiou and the second Zizek book by the weekend.

December 23, 2010

Holly Jolly

Whilst contemplating Jon Kyl's definition of the profanation of the nativity . . .

It is finally time.  Here is your Christmas playlist, slightly modified from two years ago:

The Carpenters: "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas"
The Grinch (OST): "Trim Up the Tree"
Harry Connick: "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas"
John Fahey: "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen Fantasy"
Johnny Mercer: "Winter Wonderland"
Andy Williams: "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year"
Fats Waller: "Swingin' Them Jingle Bells"
Kitty Wells: "Away in a Manger"
Billie Holiday:  "I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm"
Dean Martin:  "I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm"
The Pogues:  "Fairytale of New York"
Mariah Carey:  "All I Want for Christmas is You"
Django Reinhardt/Stephane Grapelli:  "Christmas Swing"
The Cats & the Fiddle:  "Hep Cat's Holiday"
Sons of Heaven:  "When Jesus was Born"
Mahalia Jackson:  "Bless This House"
Oscar Peterson:  "A Child is Born"
Ben Kaili:  "Little Drummer Boy"
Leonard Bernstein/New York Philharmonic:  "Carol of the Bells"
Dwight Yoakam:  "Santa Claus is Back in Town"
Frank Sinatra:  "Jingle Bells"
Jimmy Durante:  "Frosty the Snowman"
Elvis Presley:  "Santa Bring My Baby Back (to Me)"
Bill Evans:  "Santa Claus is Coming to Town"
The Jackson 5:  "Santa Claus is Coming to Town"
Rahsaan Roland Kirk:  "We Free Kings"
Jimmy Smith:  "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"
The Brian Setzer Orchestra:  "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch"
Louie Armstrong:  "Cool Yule"
Louis Prima:  "What Will Santa Say (When He Finds Everybody Swingin")"
Straight No Chaser:  "Hark the Herald Angels Sing/Angels We Have Heard on High"
Willie Nelson:  "O Little Town of Bethlehem"
Sister Rosetta Tharp:  "O Little Town of Bethlehem"
Moya Brennan:  "What Child is This?"
Blue Eyed Grass:  "Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel"
Country Gentlemen:  "Silent Night"
Dinah Washington:  "Ole Santa"
The Flaming Lips:  "A Change at Christmas (Say is isn't So)"
Billy Eckstine:  "Christmas Eve"
Roy Orbison:  "Pretty Paper"
Billy May:  "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer"
Peggy Lee:  "The Christmas Song"
Mel Torme:  "The Christmas Song"
The Pretenders:  "2000 Miles"
The Choir of Westminster Abbey:  "Good King Wenceslas"
Merle Haggard:  "Silver Bells"
Bobby Helms:  "Jingle Bell Rock"
Chuck Berry:  "Run Rudolph Run"
Eartha Kitt:  "Santa Baby"
Burl Ives:  "A Holly Jolly Christmas"
Bing Crosby:  "White Christmas"
Leo Kottke:  "Accordion Bells"
Ella Fitgerald:  "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas"

Go ahead, suspend disbelief, rock the playlist.  'tis the season, after all.


And remember, Chairman Mao says:  SHUT THE FUCK UP!

December 5, 2010

Glenn Gould Uber Alles



I've just gained enough sophistication about classical music that I'm starting to differentiate between good versions and bad versions of things, and I'm really jonesin' for the high octane stuff.  To that end, I've taken a dive head deep into the Glenn Gould oeuvre.

I tell you what, that guy's a freaking HAMMER.  Or rather, a lot of hammers just wailing away through piece after piece.  I find it all very breathtaking.  I also look forward to the day I find it all somewhat passe, though it's okay if I never do.

The Glenn Gould list:

Berg, Schoenberg, Krenek: Piano Sonatas
Bach: Two and Three Part Inventions
Bach: Partitas No. 5 & 6
Beethoven: Piano Sonatas
Bach: Italian Concerto, Partitas 1 & 2


And here's a video for good measure:





Sweet!  Any recommendations on where I should turn next will be greatly appreciated.

In Rotation:

Shellac:  Terraform
Loren Connors: Airs
Tyvek: Nothing Fits
Aurturo Benedetti Michelangeli: Debussy Images 1 & 2; Children's Corner
Urge Overkill: playlist
Tim Hecker: Harmony in Ultraviolet
Frank Frost: Frank Frost
Howlin' Wolf: Moanin' After Midnight
Group Doueh: Beatte Harab
Bud Powell: Jazz Giant
Frank Sinatra: Sinatra Sings His Greatest Hits
Cecil Taylor: Conquistador!
Arto Lindsay: Mundo Civilizado
Charles Ives: The Holidays Symphony
William Burroughs: Dead City Radio
Various: The Sounds of Excello Vol. I
Mike Cooper: Blue Guitar (Ten Songs for Guitar and Voice)
The Alban Berg Quartet: Debussy & Ravel - String Quartets
Various 7" singles by: Deerhunter, Lawrence English, Philip Jeck and Marcus Davidson, Sleep~Over, Wipers, Shellac, Beck, Dinosaur Jr., Electric Bunnies, Factums, Gaunt, Greenhorn, Little Claw, Pink Reason, Queen Victoria, Red Krayola, Skin Yard, Times New Viking, Sonic Youth, etc.

and, involuntarily, that fucking dogs barking "Jingle Bells" song, a version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" by some modern R &  B diva who goes HORRIBLY FLAT at the end (makes my hair stand up every time), someone doing a really mediocre "Ave Maria" (is that a Christmas song?), the Muppets "Twelve Days of Christmas", that Chipmunks Christmas song, that really bad George Michael Christmas song, and, well, you get the picture.  This is just horrific.  I"m calling my union rep!  Oh, wait, no union . . .

Well, until next time . . .

October 26, 2010

A Knife In the Marathon

Stuck in my head, for reasons beyond me, are a couple songs from obscure early 80's Chicago punk band Breaking Circus.  From their first album:

An unidentified third world athlete
was wrestled to the ground by security,
he came up slashing
and was cut down like a dog
they said he had a

knife in the marathon (x8)

and with his gun on his shoulder
he said the only English words he knew:

I'll see you in hell.

And that was followed by:

The Imperial Clawmaster's statement of purpose and intent, PART ONE!
we intend to take the belt and we don't take prisoners
pay attention all you snot-nosed punks, we're gonna go for it
honk if you're horny! we've got a master plan and it GOES LIKE THIS:

______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!

PART TWO!
stupid little zeros with the courage of a roller skate
we represent what YOU MOST FEAR!
7,941 undefeated amateur bouts, AND NOW WE'RE TURNIN' PRO!

______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!

______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!
______: DEAD!

The blanks are all people's names, and mostly unintelligible, but I think the very last line of the song is HEENAN: DEAD! which would refer to seventies pro wrestling bad guy Bobby Heenan, which would make sense since this is a pro wrestling anthem.

Great stuff.

Anyway, this little bastard has been sitting in the "pending" file long enough.  As always, add your playlists to comments.

In rotation:

Blues Control: Puff
Sir Richard Bishop: Knucklehead Freefall
Furlong/Anderson: split 7"
Rangda: False Flag
Anderson: XIII
Caroliner Rainbow Scrambled Egg Taken for a Wife: Banknotes, Dreams, and Signatures
The Residents: Intermission
Sun City Girls: Funeral Mariachi
Sonic Youth: Daydream Nation, A Thousand Leaves
Kurt Vile: Constant Hitmaker
Saint Vitus: Die Healing
DJ Spooky: Creation Rebel
Adeptive Radiation: Live on WNUR
Robert Ashley: Automatic Writing
Exceptor: Black Beach
Black Dice: Repo
Sick City 4: Down With American Drones!
Rolling Stones: playlist
Silver Pines: Forces
Von Bingen: Von Bingen
Various: What We Are Listening To 10/10 mix
Breaking Circus: The Very Long Fuse

September 25, 2010

In Rotation for the Bitter End of Summer

In Rotation

Television: Marquee Moon +
Tom Verlaine: Warm and Cool
Das Racist: Sit Down, Man
Grinderman: Grinderman 2
John Fahey: Live 7-15-72
Harry Pussy: In an Emergency You Can Shit on a Puerto Rican Whore
Bill Orcutt: A New Way to Pay Old Debts and Way Down South
Charlie McAlister: Mississippi Luau
V3: Photograph Burns
Various: Wolf's at the Door
Pink Faries: Kings of Oblivion
Frank Zappa & the Mothers of Invention: Burnt Weenie Sandwich, Weasels Ripped My Flesh, Chunga's Revenge
Catherine Christer Hennix: The Electric Harpsichord
Boris Kovac: Ritual Nova
Suni McGrath: Childgrove
Vertical Slit: Twisted Steel & the Tits of Angels

From the bookshelf:

Sally Denton: The Bluegrass Conspiracy
Various ed. Joris and Rothenberg: Poems for the Millennium Volume Two
Jack Kerouac: San Francisco Blues
Jurgen Habermas: Toward a Rational Society
John Ross: Rebellion from the Roots: Indian Uprising in Chiapas
Various ed. Rothenberg: Technicians of the Sacred

September 5, 2010

The Outbox

Another compendium of half-formed ideas . . .


Hit the North! (Redux)


Bonus time up north! Another week of virtually perfect weather up out of the heat. My my!

Nice and quiet this time - just Sharri & I with mom & dad. We spent a little more time cruising the countryside, checking out little places we haven't seen been to before, like Christmas Cove (above), Mission Point, Good Harbor Beach, and a few other places. Dad fired up the party barge and we got most of the way into the southern lake, and at a much more relaxed pace. We also spent a little more time tearing around at full speed in the powerboat.




Not as much reading this time, either. I did pick up Ted Morgan's memoir, My Battle of Algiers.

One of these days, I'll spend more time talking about Up North . . . just not right now.

All in all, a nice mellow end to the summer, especially given how annoying August has been. The summer has a whole has been a tad bit more annoying than I would like, which is kinda a drag, since I spend the whole year looking forward to summer. Oh well, onward and upward.

Here's to an exciting fall.



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In Rotation

Sir Richard Bishop: All Strung Out
Mahler: 9th Symphony
Various: Dirty Dirty (featuring Son House, Charlie Patton, Charlie Poole, Cliff Carlisle, Skip James, Dock Boggs, Yank Rachel, Lottie Kimbrough, Blind Willie McTell, Frank Hutchison, Willie Eason, Memphis Minnie, Washington Phillips, Homer Callahan, and more)
Ennio Morricone: Crime & Dissonance
OST: The Limits of Control
Shostakovich: 5th Symphony
The Milkshakes: Live from Chatham
Various: Psych Funk 101

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Blame the Government

There was a gag order dropped in the Roger Clemens hearings, so we won't be subjected to the annoying media circus as much as we could have been. In the short time that they were allowed to speak, both Clemens and his lawyer made a clear outline of how they were going to run this in the press: it's us against the government. In other words, Clemens wasn't going to try to plead ignorance (a la Barry Bonds), or attack his opponents from his morally superior perch (a la Lance Armstrong), he was going to join the Tea Party in running against Obama.

It's the government, people. They want to take away your guns. They want to build mosques in your backyard. They want to take away your income by taxing you. They want to let everybody in the country. They want the socialists to take over. They want to marginalize and persecute the good Christians.

They want to put Roger Clemens behind bars.

God, guns, and a free Roger Clemens. That's America.

On one level, I do agree with the faithful: we have no business trying Roger Clemens for lying to Congress. Congress had no business wasting their time investigating PEDs in sports. They have much more important things to worry about.

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Summertime Blues


I recently re-read Jack Kerouac's San Francisco Blues. The basic premise is that the series of poems are short bursts ("choruses") of blues, with the final line of one poem leading into the next "chorus". The poems are limited to fitting onto one page of a notebook small enough to fit into Kerouac's pocket.

The poems themselves are a mixed bag, and I have no interest in even approximating Kerouac's voice. I am interested in the notebook schtick, and I like the sharp, jagged rhythms of the best of the blues poems.

I'm going to try to scare up 75 poems or so for next summer. We'll see how that goes.


7.

hotcha! State Fair time in the old town
the natives are out
  flashing displaced graphics
  and hysterical edge
  life during wartime's perpetual state

  one dimensional
eyes of jungle cats
"look, she's gonna pop right fuckin' here!"
off to the side
rivers & tributaries
gently swirling backwaters
there's a pickaninny in that case, over there
Kentucky detritus collecting in puddles
  & eddies off to the side
filtering into the rivers
throbbing thick blood behind the temples
anger just below the
hysterical above


9.

hello, then!
the grass grows thinner, browns out
sandy, sandy pine
gone white
clarity in the air

who knows
what runs in the clear pines
"Take to the mountains," he said,
"if the government is a problem.
Make them come get you
& then shoot down on them
from high rocks."
          not the same, perhaps
but mixed oak, maple, birch
pine
provide cover

white nation, white nation
curtain drawn, it's here
it's down the street
"no one gets my gun"


13.

edge of town used to be
Wendy's & The Flap Jack Shack
up over the hill
from sandy orchard & sparse grain

corn's imperative barely met here
by narrow wizened farmers
Eastern European Catholic features
sharpened by wind & struggle
         up north
         isolation subtext
growing's a struggle waged alone
wheat not corn
cherries and apples not grapes

the damn wineries came in
grapes a spreading fungus
cherry trees displaced, brittle, dead, cracking
new tasting rooms run by old farmers
first the corn, now the grapes
in Gills Pier
Polish saints protect us
from the modern world

Once again, effing Blogger wipes out all my typographical stunts, so you'll have to wait until it gets published to see the final versions. [UPDATE: the new Blogger editor allows different kinds of indents, so the poems above are in their actual forms]

And by the way, did you know Indianapolis Colts owner Jim Irsay also owns the original scroll from Kerouac's On the Road? Gotta love Wikipedia.

Oh, and more on the state fair in an upcoming post.

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The Reds? Are You Kidding Me?


Well, my Tigers drained all the drama out of the AL Central by collapsing around All Star break instead of at the end of the season. They're playing okay baseball right now, but at ten back, they're not catching the Twins because, unlike the Tigers last year, the Twins won't fold. For the record, I don't see the Sox catching the Twins either, Manny or not.

But, what's this? The Reds in first place? Sure didn't see that coming.

As they say, stay tuned. I would love to see the Reds deep into the post season.

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USA! USA! USA!

If you are sleeping on the world basketball championships, wake up. "America's B Team" is playing some of the most fun basketball you're going to see for quite a while.

Basketball traditionally breaks down its starting five into specialized roles, and anyone who recruits an all-star team generally defines the roles, and then finds the best players to fill those roles. This version of the US National team went with the best players, regardless of position. As a result, it's a team full of guards and small forwards, with Tyson Chandler and Kevin Love being the only big men on the team. As a result, you've got Lamar Odom, normally a 2-3 even though he's 6' 10", playing center, as well as Andre Iguodala, Rudy Gay, and Danny Granger, all muscular 2-3's, playing power forward.

I see the mark of Kryzewski on this team: he's trying to really establish himself as a basketball genius, not just a motivator of young men. He's trying to go to the logical extension of the Bob Knight defense-first school, pumped up Nolan Richardson-style. This is an amazing chance to see just how exciting defense can be.

It's too bad that Rajon Rondo didn't work out for this team, but if you turn the rock over and can't hit jumpers, the international game punishes you even more than the American game does. On the other hand, I'm glad they gave Eric Gordon a chance, because his inside/outside game goes well internationally, and his lack of a mid-range game doesn't get exposed like it occasionally does stateside. Kevin Love also does well in this set up, since he's more than happy to mix it up physically with anyone you can throw at him.

Overall, the defense is breathtaking, but the offense will make or break this team. They are currently undefeated, but now they're playing for real in the one-and-done round. Catch it if you can.

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Uh, Starfish?

So, I'm thinking of creating an animal metaphor to represent my truly enviable attributes to the world at large. Let's see, I could be a strong, soaring eagle, or a powerful bear, or a graceful deer. I could be a sage owl, a proud lion, a faithful hound, or an inscrutable cat. I could be a showy peacock, a bizarre giraffe, a timeless elephant. I could be a slimy lizard, an indestructible cockroach. Or I could be a starfish.

A freaking starfish.

To be fair, the Tea Party didn't choose this metaphor for themselves. It comes from a book written by Rod Beckstrom called The Starfish and the Spider. The idea, in short, is that decentralized organizations are stronger because you can't kill them by cutting off the head - hence, the spider v. the starfish metaphor. This idea could probably as easily applied to Al Qaeda . . . and it does make sense.

You can follow the metaphor out to its logical conclusion. A starfish is capable of surviving and regenerating lost limbs, which makes it a uniquely durable organism. But if these "decentralized" organisms have superior survival characteristics, then why hasn't evolution determined that more of these types of organisms would end up higher on the evolutionary ladder? It seems that maybe nature prefers centralized biological systems after all.

Not trying to make a specific political point here, just pointing out the obvious.

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More Rhetorical Genius Courtesy the Commonwealth

“Many of these mandates affect small business owners who don’t have the resources to hire an army of lawyers and accountants to comply with all these burdensome regulations. The more time small business owners spend pushing paper, the less time they have to focus on creating jobs.

That would be the representative of Kentucky's fourth, Geoff Davis.

'Cause, you know, if it weren't for all that paperwork, these people would be out there pulling jobs out of their asses.

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Chamber of Horrors

So, this is old news, but I've been avoiding talking about the Chamber of Commerce because they make me crazy.

What's with this "crisis of confidence" bullshit anyway?

There has been a lot of chatter in the news about how the recovery has not translated into more jobs. The Chamber of Commerce essentially says that business owners are sitting on their money because of a "crisis of confidence" . . . which, of course, they explicitly blame on the Obama administration.

Now, "crisis of confidence" the kind of talk that should drive the stereotypical self-sufficient American superman completely nuts. If you have a "crisis of confidence", then whose fault is that? What kind of wimpy psychobabble is that?

There are obvious alliances between NGOs and political parties - unions and Democrats, the Chamber and Republicans. Ostensibly these NGOs will align with the party that will do them the most good, and it is understandable that they would be semi-permanent alignments given the philosophical underpinnings of the parties. Of course, these NGOs will campaign for the political parties that they are aligned with. Maybe I'm projecting here, but it seems to me that the Chamber has become more of an advocacy group for Republicans than an advocacy group for businessmen. Unions always seem to work for the best interests of their constituents, and to the degree that those interests are addressed by Democrats, unions work for Democrats. The Chamber seems to be working for the best interests of Republicans, and to the degree that those interests match the interests of businessmen, The Chamber works for businessmen. That may seem to be a subtle distinction, but it's not. The fact that their stated primary purpose is actually a secondary purpose makes them untrustworthy. Sort of like Fox News, if you know what I mean.

And besides, the real businessmen know that the best time to make your move is when your competition is suffering a "crisis of confidence".

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That's it for now. I'll do the Kentucky State Fair art post next.

June 6, 2010

The "Damn, It's Hot" Edition of In Rotation

The Maxx's air conditioner is on the fritz, so the only way to chill out on the 90 degree runs back home from Etown is to run up 65 at 72-75 with the windows & sunroof open. Needless to say, all subtlety is lost in the rushing wind noise.

On a related note, I can't wait for Dan to get me that Brainbombs stuff.

In Rotation
Debussy: La mer (etc.)
This Heat: Out of Cold Storage
The Fall: Your Future, Our Clutter
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds: Your Funeral, My Trial
Blind Willie McTell: "Broke Down Engine"
Tom Verlaine: Warm and Cool
Sun City Girls: Tibetan Jazz 666
The Black Keys: Brothers
AMM: Nameless Uncarved Block
The Rolling Stones: playlist
The Yardbirds: playlist
The Minutemen: playlist
Black Flag: playlist
LCD Soundsystem: This is Happening
Shabazz Palaces: Of Light; Shabazz Palaces
Reflection Eternal: Revolutions Per Minute
Norman Minogue: Experimental Recordings (2009); The Secrets of Life and Death; Hawking and Mooging (all unreleased)

From the bookshelf
Shakespeare: Richard III; Troilus and Cressida; The Tempest
Stieg Larsson: The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest; The Girl Who Played With Fire
Soren Kierkegaard: The Sickness Unto Death
R. D. Laing: The Divided Self

January 24, 2010

We Built this City on Something Which May Once Have Resembled Rock and/or Roll, But Now Is Muzak (At Best) or Bamboo Under the Fingernails (At Worst)

We've got that ad all over TV with Eric Clapton pimping the new T-Mobile limited edition Fender phone, and a thought occurs: is there a less rock -n- roll song supposedly about rock -n- roll than Clapton's "I've Got a Rock 'N' Roll Heart"? Excluding, of course, the all-time classic (and hands down worst song ever) "We Built This City".

This is group participation, folks. Let me know your picks for the lamest "meta-rock" songs (songs about rock -n- roll). Leave them in the comments below . . . along with your playlists, of course.

In Rotation
  • Eugene Chadbourne: Country Protest Anew
  • Henry Flynt: New American Ethnic Music Vol. 2: Spindizzy
  • Debussey: L'Apres-midi d'un faune, Nocturnes, La Mer
  • MX-80 Sound: Crowd Control, Out of the Tunnel
  • Skeleton Crew: Country of Blinds
  • Mofungo: End of the World Pt. 2
  • Verdi: Requiem
  • Sunn O))): Monoliths and Dimensions
  • Various Artists: Frank Johnson's Favorites (a Ralph Records sampler)
  • Paul "Wine" Jones: Pucker Up, Buttercup
  • Pink Floyd: selections from the Syd Barrett era
  • Willie Nelson: Greatest Hits
  • Shostokovich: Symphony No. 5
  • LaMonte Young: The Melodic Version of the Second Dream of The High-Tension Line Stepdown Transformer from The Four Dreams of China
  • Neil Young: On the Beach
  • Charles Ives: Piano Sonata No. 2 & Songs
  • Mekons: Slightly South of the Border & Edge of the World
  • Mono: Hymn to the Immortal Wind

January 10, 2010

If It's Too Loud, You're Too Old; plus, Son of In Rotation

Against my better judgement, I rented a copy of It Might Get Loud yesterday. I found it to be a charming, if inconsequential, little movie. If you think you might enjoy it, then pick it up. If it doesn't look interesting to you, take a pass. It won't dramatically affect you either way.

It Might Get Loud is a summit meeting of sorts between three generations of rock guitar gods: Jimmy Page, The Edge, and Jack White. The Edge is as you expect him: soft spoken and even tempered, ridiculously (and genuinely) humble in spite of his huge world-wide rock star status, and always smiling. Jack White, also as you would expect, does his best to live up to his provocateur status to sometimes cartoonish results. Jimmy Page, though, is the true revelation here: I was a fervent Led Zeppelin fan in my teen years, and over time consumed all kinds of articles, interviews, and videos about the band, yet Page reveals far more of his personality here than anywhere else I've seen.

Some points:

  • Page, far from being the dark, mysterious avatar of heavy metal cool he has projected in the past, is an aging music geek . . . and I mean that in the best possible way. One of the highlights of the movie is watching Page's crazy joy while he plays records for the interviewer - jumping up and down and giggling with glee as Link Wray's "Rumble" blasts through the speakers at ridiculous volume, playing air guitar along with every song on the phono (and this is Jimmy Page air guitar, mind you, so that left hand is going crazy) - and just how thoroughly he loses himself in the music. In the past, Page on camera has always seemed so aloof and distant, as if speaking out from under a hallucinogenic blanket. Here he is, at all times, actively engaged and often quite animated.
  • You always knew that The Edge was heavily dependent on effects, but the sheer scope of his sound setup surprised me. They moved his rig into the shoot site with a freaking forklift, for the love of god. He has a full time engineer to help him set up and run the rig. To his credit, he is very up front about his dependence on effects. I also like the fact that he neither defends nor apologizes for his effects mania: it's just another way of playing electric guitar.
  • The Edge has a really cool home studio that overlooks some body of water. I like that. The master of machinery also pulls out his old Fostex cassette four track to play old demos. That was my little piece of nostalgia.
  • It's so cute the way Jack White discovered the blues, as if no rocker before him ever discovered the blues. He makes a strong case for Son House as a gateway drug. His experience on this count mirrors mine, for it was Son House who really got me rolling on my blues journey. For White, the song was "Grinnin' in Your Face"; for me, it was "Death Letter Blues", from the same '65 sessions as "Grinnin'". By the way, if you have any interest in music at all, you need to have Son House's Father of the Delta Blues: The Complete 1965 Sessions. It's even on vinyl, if you swing that way. And, while you're at it, pick up this Son House/Bukka White video. It is, in my opinion, the single most stunning musical document on film. For years, I made everyone who visited my Brown county house watch this video.
  • Jack White also makes an argument for the superiority of cheap guitars, and anything in general that makes you work harder to make music. The theory is that if you have to fight to play guitar, your music will be better for the struggle. At one point in some Raconteurs live footage, the director zooms in on White's bleeding right hand as he plays a lead, and then shows the bloody Gretsch in all its glory after the set. Speaking as a bloody-handed guitarist who played cheap guitars with bad action for years, I'm not sure how I stand with this idea. I can't speak to how all the Silvertones and Kays affected my technique over the years (well, I can, actually - my left hand is like a vice, and not particularly nimble), but I do know that when I finally picked up a couple guitars with good action, I became a better guitarist. Not just a more technically adept guitarist, but better . . . against Mr. White, I would argue that playing with the guitar is better in the long run, though playing against the guitar has its charms as well. I very much sympathize with the thought, and I agree that smooth proficiency has nothing to do with rock -n- roll.
  • White was showing off a mod they made on one of his Gretchs, where a luthier added a bullet mic on a cable spool to the body of the guitar. Now he can just reach down and whip out the mic when he wants to howl instead of play. That is one of the goofiest mods I have ever seen. It also reminds me of John Belushi, samurai guitarist, where he had that SG with a gooseneck mic stand bolted to the body.
  • Oh, and while we're at it, Jack, it's a little disingenuous to talk about cheap guitars when you have all those Gretschs lying around.
  • The Edge may be the "sound" guy, but White shows the true beauty of the electric guitar with a collection of busted up Kays and Nationals going through that Silvertone Twin Twelve (which looks like it has been modified to a six sixes).
  • In spite of his rep as a "sound" guy, The Edge busted out some beautifully lyrical (if way too brief) slide on the "In My Time of Dying" jam.
  • White tried to keep up a punk rock exterior throughout, but when Page plugged in his Les Paul and started wailing away, White sat there like a grinning, gaping twelve-year-old with his jaw on the floor. Both he and The Edge appeared as if they were in the presence of a deity.
All in all a pleasant, if non-essential, little movie.

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I've decided to revive the In Rotation series in this blog. Looking back, I kind of missed it when it went away. Should you care? I don't know. But, how about this: anyone who reads this should feel free to post their playlists in the "comments" sections of the posts.

In Rotation:

  • Morton Feldman: Rothko Chapel
  • The Mekons: early 7" singles
  • Lupe Fiasco: Enemy of the State mixtape
  • Black Flag: Everything Went Black & Live '84
  • Sun Ra: Myth Science Arkestra 2000 & Heliocentric Worlds Vol. 1
  • John Coltrane: Ascension
  • Albert Ayler: Live in Europe
  • Debussy: Nocturnes
  • Cecil Taylor Unit: s/t
  • Scrawl: Velvet Hammer
  • The Rolling Stones: Let it Bleed
  • Sol Hoopii: Master of the Hawaiian Guitar
  • Sun City Girls: Juggernaut & Kaliflower
  • LaMonte Young: The Well-Tuned Piano
That will do for now.

May 19, 2009

Mayday!

Posting will slow to a crawl here for a bit. We're moving into our new house in a week or so, and we're busy painting and all that good stuff before we move in. The pace should pick up 'round about the end of June or early July. In the meantime, allow me to annoy you with another playlist:

In Rotation - Late Spring

Black DiceRepo

Unknown InstructorsThe Master's Voice

J Dilla Donuts

Gnarls BarkleyThe Odd Couple

Al GreenLet's Stay Together

Giant SandStromasfull

BoredomsSuper ae

Masayuki Takayanagi/New Directions UnitMass Hysterism in Another Situation

Max RoachWe Insist!: Max Roach's Freedom Now Suite

DarkspaceDark Space III

Sonic YouthLive at the Continental Club Texas 1986

Dimitri Shostakovich - Symphony No. 7

Mahler - Symphony No. 8 in E flat - "Symphony of a Thousand"

Birthday Party - Mutiny/The Bad Seed

Harry Partch - Delusion of the Fury

Einsturzende Neubauten - Strategies Against Architecture

Doom - Special Herbs Vol. 9 & 10

Napalm Death - Mentally Murdered

Dicks - "Hate the Police" and Kill from the Heart

The Germs - Lexicon Devil 7"

Flipper - early 7"'s

The Mekons - Retreat from Memphis

Ween - The Pod


Until next time, stay beautiful, Ponyboy.


April 28, 2009

One Month

We've only got just over a month left in Butchertown. On one hand, we can't wait to move. On the other, this has been a very interesting place. It deserves a tribute, and indeed it will get one . . . eventually.


In Rotation

Boris - Absolutego and Amplifier Worship
Masayuki Takanayagi/Kaoru Abe - Mass Projection
Millionaires - Bling Bling Bling
Pauline Oliveros - Deep Listening
The Goslings - Grandeur of Hair
Tommy Johnson - "Canned Heat Blues"
Spacemen 3 - Dreamweapon
Neil Young - On the Beach
Various Artists - The Crime Scene
OST - Godzilla Vol. I (1954 - 1979)
Ravel - Daphnis and Chloe
Kurt Vile - Constant Hitmaker and God is Saying This to You
Rob Bayne - Billionaire Plays Guitar
Lightning Bolt - Hypermagic Mountain
Bukka White - The Complete Bukka White
Latent Chaos - Cafe of Onlyness
Various Artists - Harmonica Blues
Various Artists - The Sound of the Swamp: Best of Excello Vol. 1
Bassholes - When My Blue Moon Turns Red Again
Johnny Cash - American III: Solitary Man and American IV: The Man Comes Around
Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique


Headin' into derby weekend . . . and I'm out.

March 30, 2009

Bail This

I have little patience with all the anti-bailout hysteria & all that stupid fake populist bullshit. Almost as little patience as I have with the bailout itself. Those little pieces of green paper we carry in our wallet tend to obscure the truly abstract nature of money. Money is above all an idea. And right now, nobody (but NOBODY) has an idea just what the hell is going on with this thing we call an economy.

Obama's plans for the economy may work, or they may not. He doesn't know; nobody knows.

One thing I do know: if you took the $9.8 trillion set aside for the TARP fund and, instead of giving it to the banks, we gave it to US citizens, each and every one of us would get over $37,000. That's right, $37,000 (actually, if you go by US citizens 18 and over, you're looking at $43,035.42, but who's counting?). Now, I'm sure there's a very good reason that wouldn't work, but I'm more sure that I don't know what that reason would be. It seems to me that all the spending that would create would get the economy rolling. And even if people actually saved or invested it, well, that means it would be going into the banks and brokerages, right? How does that fail?

Like I say, I'm sure that there's a good reason this wouldn't work, but inflation isn't it, so don't bother me with that (as in, I could re-budget for $5 gas if someone were handing me $37,000).

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While I'm at it, that Domino's ad sucks. "My economic bailout plan" my ass. Anytime I hear "bailout" or "main street/wall street" in ads, I want to punch people, then I want to boycott the business running the ad. My only consolation is that the person who wrote that ad is probably unemployed now.

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My Economic Bailout Plan aka In Rotation for Early Spring:

Lou Harrison
- Suite No. 2 and Six Sonatas
LaMonte Young - Sarabande
Harry Partch - Two Studies and Barstow
John Cage - Dream and In a Landscape
(the above performed by John Schneider, just & adapted guitars, and Amy Shulman, celtic & concert harp)
Sun City Girls - 330,003 Crossdressers from Beyond the Rig Veda
Doom - Born Like This
Big Star - Third (Sister Lovers)
Pharoah Sanders - Izipho Zam
My Dad is Dead - Shine(r)
Brahms - Ein Deutsche Requiem
Ligeti - Double Concerto for Flute and Oboe, San Francisco Polyphony, String Quartet No. 1, Continuum, Musica Ricercata
This Heat - Deceit
Butthole Surfers - Psychic . . . Powerless . . . Another Man's Sac
The Jam - Sound Affects
The Clash - Sandinista!
Sir Richard Bishop - Polytheistic Fragments
Robert Nighthawk - Live on Maxwell Street
Hound Dog Taylor - Natural Boogie
Son House - Delta Blues
Carcass - Reek of Putrefaction
Verdi - Requiem
Eleventh Dream Day - Prairie School Freakout
Giant Sand - Chore of Enchantment
MC5 - Kick out the Jams
Bolt Thrower - . . . For Victory
Robert Pete Williams - Robert Pete Williams

February 15, 2009

I'm So Effing Cold

Computer problems here persist. Posts will continue to be sporadic, mainly because I hate typing long form essays on laptops. Keep with me, though - I'll be back on my horse soon.

Notes from a recent phone conversation with Matthew Pickerill Esq.:


Running down to Etown mid January the numbers on the dash hit negative territory. I was kinda curious how the display would look below zero.

The first week of February the temps brushed up against 70 Fahrenheit. Between those two events I was nothing but cold and miserable. I understand now why old people move to Florida and Arizona . . . besides taxes, that is. I'm getting old, and I can't handle the cold.

It's not as if I were reared in International Falls or something, but Northern Indiana is a lot colder than this. I used to bundle up & hike across campus in brutal South Bend winters without much thought. Hell, I used to enjoy temperatures around zero (yes, I would even have called it invigorating). But now, the cold is killing me. It seems as if the damn Maxx will never heat up - or, more accurately, it always manages to heat up about five minutes before I get to work. The electric seat warmers help a little, but not enough. I am so effing cold.

The cold shifts me into another sphere. I used to enjoy the clean high, the adrenalin rush of the body battling the cold. Now, it's just pain. I feel like I'm in the bunker. Cold shuts me down, makes me hate.

Fortunately, there's not much of this pain left for the season. I expect one last winter blast (traditionally around tournament time), then we'll be done for a bit. After a nice spring alternating wonderful weather with horrible storms and destruction, we'll be into the heat.

Until then, I'm done bitching about the weather.

In rotation:

Conlon Nancarrow - Complete Studies for Player Piano Vol. 3
Carl Ruggles - Sun Treader, Lilacs, Portals, Evocations
Henry Cowell - Toccanta
Hot Tuna - Double Dose
Frank Zappa - The Grand Wazoo
John Cage - Indeterminacy
Arizona Amp and Alternator
Effigies - Ink
Sun City Girls - Flute and Mask
Shuggie Otis - Inspiration Information
John Fahey - Blind Joe Death, The Transfiguration of Blind Joe Death, America
Skip James - Complete Early Recordings
Josh White - Free and Equal Blues
Green on Red - Gas, Food, Lodging
Gun Club - Fire of Love
Charlie Patton - Father of the Delta Blues
Scrawl - Nature Film
Deep Purple - Made in Japan
The Fall - Heads Roll, Live at the Witch Trials

2/6/09 revised 2/15/09

January 25, 2009

Sonata for Crazy Ass Traffic

The TBW! posse was rolling up to Chicago (from Bloomington, late 80's) for a show at Club Dreamerz. Tony was living there at the time, the rest of us were in Bton. We ran up 65 (natch), stopping at a gas station just north of Lafayette to fill up & grab the $2.99 gas station cassette that would be our talisman for the trip.

Quick aside here . . . is this something y'all do when you're on the road? I know that the posse would often partially rely on kismet for road trip soundtracks, be it Art Bell or gas station cassettes & CDs. The rules on the gas station cassette/CD talisman were: it couldn't be something you owned but didn't bring with you, and preferably something you hadn't heard before . . . or else that GREAT album which somehow always eluded you. Also, it had to cost substantially less than you would have paid for it in a real record store, and ideally, would have been something that you wouldn't be able to find anywhere else, like one of those Johnny Paycheck trucker's special editions. Tony's biggest score was an Abbey Lincoln cassette he got on one of his many AZ trips (or maybe that was Matt; they were both on the trip). My three most memorable: the copy of Alex Chilton's Set that I grabbed just before Tony, James Barber, and I headed out to Arizona for the annual Easter pilgrimage (though I obtained that on a hasty run through Ear-X-tacy right before I hit the road . . . does that count, since it's a real record store?); a Leadbelly cassette I found on the way down to the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage festival with Brian Kearney and a vanload of paintings; and the cassette I grabbed on this trip.

If memory serves, Whitaker had most of the band in his 'stang (a late 70's model, moderately under appreciated by aficionados), and he found a Byrds cassette . . . which, I must admit, until recently, I sneered at - I have lately come to a greater appreciation of the Byrds. On the other hand, I was rolling with G__, and my tape for the trip was Black Sabbath's Paranoid.

I had, of course, heard Black Sabbath all the way through high school, and I had an 8 track mix that I had made from a friend's LPs . . . but after living with an Ozzy freak for a couple years in South Bend, I had let Sabbath recede into the background. But here, with G__ riding shotgun in the S-15 and the bed full of ramshackle rock band equipment, Sabbath seemed more appropriate. The S-15 in question had the infamous "treble kicker" stereo setup,
(Me & Cosby & Whitaker used to cruise up and down Kirkwood, in the early days of the boomin' auto system craze, with the treble kicker up full to some white noise punk rock, usually early Husker Du, and it was so fucking loud . . . all the heads could feel their stereos [low end], but they could only hear mine [high end], and it was really fucking with them)
which was a cheap cassette stereo run through a cheap but powerful booster amp which was in turn fed to decent but trebly Kenwood speakers, all wired together with hand-twisted joints covered in black vinyl electrical tape. The Sabbath was searing on the treble kicker.

We hit the Dan Ryan around rush hour and, as is the road trip code for TBW!, we ran in tandem. Whitaker was in the lead, and I was the trailer. When he wanted to go, he signaled, and it was my job to jump in the lane before him and let him jump in front of me . . . sort of a rolling pick, if you will. It always worked well for us: Matt paid attention to where we needed to go, and I paid attention to traffic. Now, traffic on the Dan Ryan rolls hard, but we were rolling harder - 75-80 mph bumper to bumper, and some of the moves were beatific. The whole time, we were blowing Paranoid, and G__ was sparking a joint (though I was, by this time, eschewing the sacrament). Every so often, I would hear a "Whoa-ahh" from the shotgun seat after a particularly splendid bit of traffic management - if you know G__, you can picture the scene . . .

Paranoid became the first significant sonata for crazy ass traffic.

After dropping down off the freeway, we made the radical switch from Black Sabbath to Hank Williams. Somehow we lost Whitaker and ended up in Chicago's barrio. I sometimes imagine the scene through the eyes of the pachucos on the street that day . . . two big ugly white guys in truck with Indiana plates and a bunch of cheap guitars, drums and amps in the back, windows down on a cold day, blaring old school C & W at a ridiculous volume . . . We ended up finding Dreamerz without too much more delay, and that ends up being another story.

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I roll out of the house 'round about 7 am these days. I have to do the square-around to get down the one way streets from Butchertown to 65 South (again, I-65), negotiate the early rush hour in the 'Ville, and run down through the hills to make it to Elizabethtown at 8 am. I've got the hard left merge from Story onto 64 then immediately onto 65, but since I'm heading south, I have one less hard merge than I had before. At this time of day, things are thick running down to the Watterson, and past that to the UPS depot, and to the Ford plants on Fern Valley Road. Beyond Fern Valley, things thin out, and past the Gene Snyder, it's the rural run down to Etown. A few days ago, during my maiden week of runs down south, the intensity of the traffic mirrored (a slightly diminished version of) the run all those years ago on the Dan Ryan. The song playing at the time? Blue Oyster Cult's "The Red and the Black".

"The Red and the Black" became a significant sonata for crazy ass traffic.

What is it with those seventies bands and crazy ass traffic? I had a whole fistfull of CDs in the back, and there were plenty of options to roll with, but BOC just seemed to get the job done . . . not that I rely on it as a morning soundtrack, but the groove, drive, and aggression seemed just perfect for the job (unlike most of the jazz I had - too diffuse - or the classical - too abstract - or the nu-metal - too fucking fast).

There is, apparently, a rhythm in 70's hard rock/metal that lives somewhere between 70 and 90 mph.

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So, here's the most recent playlist:

Blue Oyster Cult - Super Hits
Alice Cooper - Greatest Hits (the Seventies compilation)
Charles Ives - The Holidays Symphony
John Coltrane - Ascension
Sun Ra - "Stars Fell on Alabama"
Duke Ellington - Black, Brown, and Beige
Eric Dolphy - Live at the Five Spot, Vol. 1
Pig Destroyer - Terrorizer
Suspected Terrorists - s/t
Deep Purple - The Very Best Of
Arto Lindsay - Aggregates 1-26
Ornette Coleman - Live at the Golden Circle Vol. 1
MX-80 Sound - Out of the Tunnel/Crowd Control
Boris - Akuma No Uta
The Scientists - Absolute

Until next time, stay beautiful.

December 28, 2008

In Rotation: Finishing It Off for Another Year

The end of the Christmas season is always the most brutal here in retail land. Between December 13th and January 8th, I have three days off. Thirteen hours is the average shift length. And, everybody is in such a fabulous mood.

We close early December 24th, around five o'clock. I run out of the store, jump into my already packed car (or, in this case, my brother's already packed car that I borrowed), and head north to the family holiday rendezvous point in Brown County. I stop just over 10 miles up the road at the Love's truck stop in Memphis to change my clothes and grab two 16 oz. Red Bulls. On the way up I listen to Christmas music on the radio. This year, I actually enjoyed the music. Old age is turning me into a sap.

I get a little burst of energy when I get to camp to see my family, but by eleven, I'm usually out on one of the couches. Next day is a flurry, and too early it's over.

39 hours after close on Christmas Eve, I'm back on 65 South, on my way into work. From there, it's straight through to New Years Eve, then work on New Year's Day. Finally, by the 8th, it's over, and I sleep for two days.

Anyway, I hate to foist another damn playlist on y'all, but here's another damn playlist. It's what I have time for right now. More cool stuff in the near future (I gots plans!).

Sunn O))) – White 1 and Black One
Debussey – La mer and "Clair de Lune"
Mono – Under the Pipal Tree
Sun Ra & Walt Dickerson – Visions
Prisonshake – We’re Really Fucked Now
Rush – “Bytor and the Snow Dog” (from All the World’s a Stage)
The Flesh Eaters – No Questions Asked
John Coltrane – The Impulse Years
Sonny Sharrock – Ask the Ages and Guitar
Marnie Sterne – This is it . . .
Teodoro Anzellotti – Erik Satie Compositeur de Musique
Prokofiev – Alexander Nevsky
Jimi Hendrix – First Rays of the New Rising Sun and Live at the Fillmore East
Gun Club – Fire of Love
Cecil Taylor – The Cecil Taylor Unit
Malcolm X – “There’s No Such Thing as a Non-violent Revolution” (from Words from the Frontlines: Excerpts from the Great Speeches of Malcolm X)
Led Zeppelin – Physical Graffiti (sides 3 and 4)
Fauré – Requiem
Harry Partch – “A Dream"

Bonus irrelevance: there was a punk rocker tonight on House. He supposedly makes "horrible, ugly music". In one scene, House is listening to the punk rocker's music to try to figure it out, and it turned out to be Pussy Galore's Dial M for Motherfucker ("Dwda", I believe).

Just so you know.

December 14, 2008

In Rotation: A Christmas Playlist

There is little as cloying as the forced sentimentality of Christmas music, unless it's the brain-dead witticisms of anti-Christmas music. Still, the putative birthday of our savior is what keeps the capital flowing, so you will be faced with Christmas music. I will prepare you for a defensible fall back position vis a vis Christmas music with the following playlist:

John Fahey - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen Fantasy
Johnny Mercer - Winter Wonderland
Fats Waller - Swingin' Them Jingle Bells
Kitty Wells - Away in a Manger
Dean Martin - I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm
Django Reinhardt/Stephan Grapelli - Christmas Swing
The Cats and the Fiddle - Hep Cat's Holiday
Sons of Heaven - When Jesus Was Born
Mahalia Jackson - Bless This House
Oscar Peterson - A Child is Born
Leonard Bernstein - A Carol of the Bells
The Pogues - Fairytale of New York
Leadbelly - The Christmas Song
Elvis Presley - Santa Bring My Baby Back (to Me)
Louis Armstrong - Cool Yule
Louis Prima - What Will Santa Claus Say (When He Finds Everybody Swingin')
Willie Nelson - O Little Town of Bethlehem
Country Gentlemen - Silent Night
Loren Connors - Silent Night Pt. 1
Roy Orbison - Pretty Paper
Billy May - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Mambo
Peggy Lee - The Christmas Song (Merry Christmas to You)
The Pretenders - 2000 Miles
Merle Haggard - Silver Bells
The Carpenters - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Leo Kottke - Accordion Bells


Remember, like your favorite burger, it's better with cheese.

December 7, 2008

In Rotation: Three Left Merges Across Traffic

Riding around in the Maxx, mostly to and from work.

Jimi Hendrix - Band of Gypsys
Sir Richard Bishop - Polytheistic Fragments
The Roots - Rising Down
The Mothers of Invention - Freak Out!
Meshuggah - Destroy Erase Improve
Rory Gallagher - Deuce and Rory Gallagher
Half Japanese - Loud and Horrible
Bus Hus - Expectations About Big Cities
Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin' Man
Joseph Spence - Bahamanian Guitarist
Nas/M F Doom - NAStradoomus
Rope - Heresy, and Then Nothing But Tears
MX-80 - We're an American Band
Albert Ayler - Bells/Prophecy