27 April 2006

Odds and ends

Ubuweb has the coolest shit you didn't know you wanted to know about. Case in point. Momus (about whom I'll write more later, some other day,) moved to New York and made his album "Folktronic" (which imo is just OK, not nearly as good as 20 vodka jellies or ping pong) and in order to make enough money to live off of in the meantime, he made a documentary and sold it in a gajillion places. Out of print for years, find it now for the low low price of free over at Ubuweb.

Their People Like Us collection is great as well, including the hard-to-find-even-when-it-came-out People Like Us album "Hate People Like Us" which is basically a bunch of folks covering PLU songs. PLU is a one-(wo)man-band, run by Vicki Bennett who has turned PLU into a sound-collage assault that's very....unique. People Like Us' Hate People Like Us has songs by (and this is just my personal 'oh that's cool' list) Christoph Heeman (HNAS, Mirror,) Negativland, Coil, Death In June, Cyclobe, Dr. P Li Khan, Stock Hausen and Walkman. I love Coil's "An apology" wherein Balance calls to apologize for being so late with the mix they had promised Vicki.

Vicki Bennett of People Like Us
Photo of Vicki Bennett from the peoplelikeus.org website.

But moving right along, ubuweb's even got Zappa reading from Burrough's "Naked Lunch" (the talking asshole section, if you're familiar).

Interviews (and the music of) Marcel DuChamp (yes, THAT Marcel DuChamp), Patti Smith reading stuff for Jim Morrison, Max Ernst, Burroughs, Gysin, Ginsberg, Abbie Hoffman (preparing gefilte fish of all things.)

more on the sexes later, as well as momus, and maybe hip hop

04 March 2006

if it's not news, it must be...

Olds, I guess:

The pope gets an iPod.

best game ever

that soda gives you cancer...maybe Well, it's UK sodas (which isn't to say USian sodas don't have benzene...). Just avoid drinks with vitamin C, I guess.

Bronze Age disc deciphered.

Paying off your debt could get you on Homeland Security's watchlist, apparently. Your tax dollars at work, folks.

26 February 2006

a quote, so i don't forget it.

"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly." Sam Keen

13 February 2006

There is this thing that's like talking except you don't talk

It's funny, but I came to the conclusion somewhere along my early 20's that half of life is just fucking going for it, faking your way through it. There's this passage in David Foster Wallace's "Infinite Jest" where he rattles of a list of things that you learn in AA -- homilies and things that are basically amusing one-liners etc -- and the one that stuck with me the most and the longest was "fake it until you make it", ie, giving lip service to something (like that you will not drink,) until you actually get there. Half of doing something scary is faking your way into making others think you can do it and then actually following up on it. I was never a great musician, poet, writer or lover (on the last I have no actual proof, but statistically it's unlikely, although I haven't gotten any complaints,) but got by largely on bravado and some glimmers of talent and promise. An inventive turn of phrase, a neat line or idea, some of my ludicrous overabundance of romance and sincerity. I'm a big fan of daring yourself to do something and then doing it and finding out that it turned out quite alright.

Or better than alright, but really good. Really fucking good.

So few people sing aloud -- in cars or bars being the big exceptions I bet -- I never see people singing to themselves or to others for no reason other than that it feels good to sing. For the longest time, the Legendary Pink Dots' motto has been "sing while you may". A sort of shorthand for the "eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die", I guess. It's a damned shame that so few people do sing, though. I love hearing amateurs sing, especially when they're not half-bad. Something about just going for it just makes people smile and laugh and glow inside in a way they normally don't.

So you get a few songs about singing:

Morrissey's "Sing Your Life"

Morrissey gets a bad rap for being a sad sack all the time. It just isn't true. His Smiths work had a bit more (melo-)dramatic I-am-young-and-misunderstood tinge to it, true enough, but there was also a lot of really mordant humor to it. His solo stuff has been on the whole much more varied and lively. It's just as likely to be something really weird and wickedly funny as it is to be something depressing. "Sing Your Life" really covers the whole "sing while you
can, and fuck 'em if they can't take a joke" ethos:

"make no mistake my friends,
all of this will end.
so sing your life:
the things you love and the things you loathe"

as well as a really sweet affirmation of how you're alright after all, man:

"you have a lovely singing voice"

I love love love the Legendary Pink Dots. They're not everyone's cup of tea (although I really really really mean it when I say: it's your loss, man), but that's not my point. My point in bringing them up is that I've been on their mailing list for ages -- cloud-zero, in case you care -- and so has Amanda Palmer of The Dresden Dolls. In fact, that's how I found out about The Dresden Dolls. They're kind of a punk cabaret thing (their label,) although if I have to describe them to friends it usually winds up being something like: If Tori Amos had a drummer, was way more neurotic and less obtuse, and really liked Cabaret music , it'd probably sound like that. So anyway, they sing about sex changes and sex toys and are really fun, and their new album, "Yes, Virginia" is coming out pretty damn soon, although it's already leaked on the 'net. It has a bunch of great songs (of note: "sex changes", "my alcoholic friends", "mandy goes to med school" and the one that I am going to hook you up with, "sing") and you should check it out. "Sing" is kind of a call to arms to not be afraid and to just uh...sing. So while it's not like Amanda and I are friends -- I very much doubt if she'd ever be able to remember a post of mine on the list, seeing as I post really rarely, and also she's apparently been beyond busy with her band and touring etc -- I was aware of the Dresden Dolls since before their first album came out (mostly because Jon Whitney of brainwashed.com going on about them, not that Amanda was pushing her stuff on folks).

life is no cabaret
we don't care what you say
we're invading you anyway
you motherfuckers you sing something

"Sing" by The Dresden Dolls, from their new album, Yes, Virginia.

The whole album is beyond great and you're missing out if you haven't already fallen madly in love with the band (which is really just Amanda and her drummer, Brian ("he is a nice man, fairly reliable, he's in a rock band" as the song "Mandy goes to med school" describes him).


They also have a lovely little blog of their own (although it appears that it's mostly Amanda writing -- at least I've not read a post by Brian yet) which is full of very amusing and surprisingly honest writing. My favorite little snippet at the moment is this bit here:
we went into the studio on an off-day and there was a local community group called Girl Authority laying down vocals for a record of cover songs ranging from pink to madonna to joan jett. picture nine 8-13 year-old girls in a recording studio for the first time, running around like maniacs. they had given themselves Girl Names a la the spice girls....there was Fashion Girl, Rock n roll Girl and Bohemian Girl (my personal favorite) to name but three. i was in complete heaven watching this spectacle. they didn't know about the band (except rock n' roll girl, who was familiar with, surprise, coin-operated boy), but they were fascinated by me and brian ("are you Real Rock Stars? are you Rich? do you Travel the World?") and i saw myself through my own eyes at age 12. it was beautiful and heartbreaking. i wish i knew now whatever i knew back then. according to paul and sean, after we left the studio there was a mild uproar of dresden-dolls mania as they all fought for use of the computer to get on our site and download the videos. apparently, they downloaded the Halloween Strip-tease Skit and they all decided that they Loved Brian (and i assume, Wanted To Marry Him). Sometimes I think I'd like to skip the rock circuit altogether and just visit grade schools.


Also, she's totally spot-on about the Jesus Christ Supercop thing: it's hysterical.


...and one last thing: http://www.dresdendolls.com/video/index.htm has excellent video stuff...

29 January 2006

Project Censored / WanttoKnow.info

Top Ten Censored Stories in the Media

Man, I sure do hate that liberal media.

27 January 2006

04 January 2006

Online puzzle - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Online puzzle

fuck, i started playing notpron again

goddamn it all to hell and back

spoke with the rents about the missus

stress and then less

i had a great new years but would have been better if my head were not broken

i've been listening to fucking def leppard

30 December 2005

"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music."

Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc. (1989)

17 December 2005

...just a little late to the party, that's all

motherfucking Sir Tim Berners-Lee has a blog.

When you invented the WWW....do you really need anything else on your resume?

Graffiti from Pompeii

Pompeii graffiti is fucking great.

samples:

I.2.20 (Bar/Brothel of Innulus and Papilio); 3932: Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!

III.5.3 (on the wall in the street); 8898: Theophilus, don’t perform oral sex on girls against the city wall like a dog

VIII.2 (in the basilica); 1820: Chie, I hope your hemorrhoids rub together so much that they hurt worse than when they every have before!

VIII.2 (in the basilica); 1824: Let everyone one in love come and see. I want to break Venus’ ribs with clubs and cripple the goddess’ loins. If she can strike through my soft chest, then why can’t I smash her head with a club?

VIII.2 (in the basilica); 1882: The one who buggers a fire burns his penis

VIII.2 (in the basilica); 1904: O walls, you have held up so much tedious graffiti that I am amazed that you have not already collapsed in ruin.

22 November 2005

In defense of atheism

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2005/11/15/12016/649


You don't understand what's going on, none of this Santa stuff makes any sense and there's zero evidence for it, why can't everyone just admit that? What's the big conspiracy about? Why is everyone pretending there really is a Santa? Then it slowly dawns on you, around age ten or eleven ... the chilling, horrible truth:

They're Not Pretending. They REALLY Do Believe There Is a Santa Claus.

18 November 2005

Your tongue is like poison

I hated The Cure. A Lot. But falling in love changes a lot of things, and the sad romantic lyrics and melancholic music struck notes closer to home as I started college, heartbroken and beat down. Every year when the winds kick up and it's temporarily nice weather, it always takes me back to being in school, climbing a hill and singing Cure songs.

Lovesong Probably the first Cure I started liking. I used to be up at all hours. A good friend of mine, who I was in love with at the time, was going to University in North Carolina. In between being a strange bird (I mean, how many Cubans could there possibly be in NC at any given time?) she worked an odd job as a research assistant and had classes all the time. So when it's 3 in the morning and you're bored and trying so hard to stay awake so that you can check which rats have died so that you can go sleep for an hour and then go to class at 730am, what do you do? You call me and I become your alarm clock. Long story short (too late), we fought about something and didn't speak for months. Then one day out of the blue I got a phone call a bit before midnight that consisted of nothing but kissing sounds (from her) and the Cure's "Lovesong" in the background.

We spoke about many things recently while having lunch at a local sushi joint -- notably my slow eating and relationships in general -- and how people change but not really etc and that I hadn't changed and I say "No, I'm actually more confident now than then...." and she laughed her charming laugh and mentioned to me how her impression of me in high school was one of high self confidence.

You could have knocked me over with a feather at that moment.

Mentioned this to the Bee and she just nodded like it was just accepted knowlege; like 'yeah, you're confident...and the sun will come up tomorrow...and water is wet etc'. Goes to show you how the things you see about yourself are not the things that others see in you. I was focusing on my attitudes towards the fairer sex and my nervousness with same, but looking back more analytically, yes, I was very sure of myself in some respects. I can't say I was ever worried or stressed about being wrong -- mostly cos I was accepting of the times I was.

I wonder how many other people saw me like that -- confident, I mean. I apparently give off asshole vibes like nobody's business, which OK, understandable; big fat hairy guy with weird facial hair (more normal now, although I still get comments when I let the ladies' tickler soul patch grow over-long), a scowl and listening to weird music and able to hold a semi-intelligent conversation about a large variety of things. I mean, I can see how that can come off as assholish or intimidating.

There Is No If.... is my favorite of their recent(ish) songs. It's from Bloodflowers, which tour I saw them on (thanks for those tickets Robert,), which is a great album. Tying those feelings when a relationship isn't going the way you want it to together with thoughts about mortality is just genius. "Remember the first time I told you I Love You? / You yawned, and I had to say it over / I said 'I Love You' I said / You didn't say a word". I think everyone has a moment like that in just about every relationship, where someone says something Important or Meaninful and the other person just...misses it. Not necessarily maliciously or whatever. But just because they don't care enough to catch it. Which can be more damning.

The Kiss, with it's pulsing bass, shrieking guitar and Robert Smith moaning "Oh, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me / Your tongue is like poison / So swollen it fills up my mouth" and "Get it out! Get it out! Get your fucking voice out of my head!", always sends me to that weird headspace where you're between pissed off and lust.

Tired of writing, so that's the end.

14 November 2005

The Ministry of Unknown Science - Kung-Fu Fuck You - Google Video

Google, how did we get along without you?

Kung Fu Fuck You