Sunday, December 30, 2012
end of the line
Saturday:
The Doors (directed by Oliver Stone)
The Doors, L.A. Woman (40th Anniversary Edition)
I'm not wholly convinced of the popular consensus that the Doors are a categorically terrible group. When did the tables turn on the Doors? They were such a great rite of passage band. Easy danger. Is there no longer a need for rock 'n' roll to be transgressive? Like at all? I've been trying to put together a top 10 list and reading others' lists for inspiration and it all seems fine, just fine music, but without a lick of danger in any of it. I was on the radio last year talking smack about late career R.E.M. saying they sanded down the edges of the '90s and I feel the same thing is happening now with kumbaya nature of indie rock. Maybe I'll get my list together. The only record on it I feel strongly about is Free Reign by Clinic so I'll put that at #1.
I will concede with confidence that The Doors the movie was and is terrible. The worst part is it reminded me of every lizard-king heavy conversation I ever had about them, ones in which I was a believer and ones in which I was an eye roller.
It is also, in its "trippy" parts, a cinematically desperate and lukewarm Kenneth Anger ripoff. Jimmy Page got himself a curse thrown on him for crossing Kenneth Anger.
Here's the music that got Jimmy cursed.
Here's Kenneth Anger's ritualistic 1973 film Lucifer Rising with a soundtrack by Bobby Beausoleil before he got in with Charlie Manson. It's not my favorite of his, but it has its merits, among which are a pert Marianne Faithful trotting around some stone stairs and then looking high. Be forewarned in this careful age; there is some nudity. And witchcraft; weren't we as a nation a little scared of witchcraft early on in 2012? Oliver Stone should make a movie about the Page/Anger/Beuasoleil thing. Let Clinic do the music. Give Kenneth Anger $10 million for special effects. It would be like Fitzcarraldo except with devil magic.
I did on Saturday groove with clear conscience on this number. Let me tell you about Texas radio and the big beat!
Sunday (courtesy Matt's and Gregor's best of 2012 lists at Captain's Dead)
Allah-Las, Allah-Las
Sun Kil Moon, Among the Leaves
Divine Fits, A ThIng Called Divine Fits
Woods, Bend Beyond
Water Liars, Phantom Limb
The District Attorneys, Slowburner
Clinic, Free Reign
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The trip down to the end of the line in Cocodrie to eat at Sportsman's Paradise and to pick up the dog from my parents' house was a success and a excess.
I intended to make some resolutions here at the end of the line for 2012 but instead I wrote two articles for my book and met one of my deadlines early for next week and paid January's bills already. Intention be damned. 2013 will be an action year! Yeah! Feel the heat! See you in hell, 2012!
Actually, 2012 was a pretty active year for yours truly. I published a book that seems to be actually selling reasonably well. I actually had a hard time finding a copy right before the holidays. I got to go to some festivals and be an expert. I became a college professor. I wrote some songs and sang and played some songs in public. I read a lot, did a lot, ate a lot, listened to a lot. I figured out some key things in this writing gig. I figured out a few things in general. It's not a bad haul. This could be a perfect time to put a link to "The End" but I'll refrain. Restraint is another thing I learned. Break on through, y'all.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
forgive forgive forgive
William Kentridge, Stereoscope
Drawing vs. erasing. Connecting vs. splitting apart. Gathered vs. alone. Classic vs. modern. This little drawn masterpiece of world-spilit-in-two by William Kentridge is the perfect counterpoint to our third day at Disney World. Each day we hit the parks (so far: Animal Kingdom, Hollywood Studios and Magic Kingdom + Downtown Disney; tomorrow: Epcot) at gate opening, a strategy of master Disney strategist Jerri, my wife.
Everybody else is in hotel mode where they all pile on each other in a hotel room and then have the disappointing hotel breakfast and then the showers and then and then and then go to the park when everyone else does and it becomes the Disney World everyone hates. We do our thing, annotated lists in hand, hit it and quit it before the masses even queue up for the buses. Everyone else is sweating the complicated FastPass system while we have ridden everything before you need them. We have our system down. Jerri could write a book about making Disney World work.
We had a Time Rover to ourself at the Dinosaur ride.
Tower of Terror remains the best ride at Disney World though the new (to us) Expedition Everest - it goes backwards at some point - is pretty boss. They all deal in the same story: we have a vast system here and everything is under control except now something has gone wrong and you are experiencing that wrong thing.
Bounce that idea against Old Walt's classics like Peter Pan's Flight (my favorite) and Haunted Mansion - complete visions larger than you can actually see, plunged in darkness to reveal what glows in life. They are funny and thrilling and scary without pushing it. They are momentary perfect worlds.
We were trying to figure out how many times we've done Magic Kingdom/Disneyland which says a lot about how many times we have. Maya was even kinda bored at Disney World today which, as we expected, signifies an End. We are taking a quick run through Epcot to get it off our list and so I can see the geodesic sphere for myself and then home.
But, Kentridge.... We walked by the mid-construction new Snow White Thing, peeked through a sanctioned chink in the fence at the shocking tangle of girders and insulation panels. It is jarring to see something in flux amid a place so complete and contoured as Magic Kingdom. We all thought it looked cool the way it is now. I think they should make it some Hall of Presidents thing about architecture but then I've been making Hall of Presidents jokes this whole time, saying it's the only ride I want to go on, to the point that I have it on the brain. I'm picturing an Avengers-type movie superhero-team adaptation about Hall of Presidents to piggy back the current Lincoln craze. They could battle Robot Stalin or something. Fun fact:
Each one of the first 43 presidents were sculpted by Disney artist Blaine Gibson. Gibson, who is 90 years old, handed over the reins to his protégé Valerie Edwards, who created President Obama’s figure under his supervision. (vis WDWInfo.com)
The whole Snow White thing looked erased and redrawn in the construction dust and this afternoon, park weary, dinking around the vast UBUWeb video treasure trove came across William Kentridge again and aha! That's what it triggered. Kentridge animates by drawing and then erasing, leaving traces of the erasure as some sort of cosmic dust of creation. There is the little blue line shakily drawn between the ideal and the reality. That's what lies around every meticulously detailed curve.
Our hotel is the Art in Animation Resort - themed around drawing the magic on which this whole dream is based. My daughter couldn't wait to leave Disney World to draw anime characters with the new pens Santa brought her.
Weirdly, a few things did break down for us while we were here. The giant boulder didn't roll out during the Indiana Jones Stunt show and we had to stop to remember if it was part of the something-went-wrong shtick or did something go wrong? Our monorail ride was continually delayed by another train on the track. Er... isn't there just the one track? Speakers were too loud. Christmas music filled us past the saturation point. In the pool yesterday we heard "Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" pm the PA, "Jingle Bell Rock" from the poolside DJ trying to get little soaked kids to twist and limbo, and "Santa Baby" on the speakers you can only hear underwater. It was not quite what the Fall would have it, Disney's dream debased - I thought this song might be about when someone died on the monorail but it came out way before that. Could be anything. - but it seemed to miss the mark of that perfect flight over Peter Pan's London.
Christmas night I did a load of clothes in the hotel's poolside laundromat. A grandma told a kid they were not going to Magic Kingdom tomorrow because the kid asked too many questions. A dad (not me) was drinking alone at the Nemo-themed bar next to the laundromat. The Drop Off. As the cacophony of Christmas music converged in the night air. As children shivered from the pool, fully spent on a day of magic. As the sun set over the fake Lion King mountains to the West. As the last bell jingled on Christmas.
A cynic has no place in the kingdom of magic and despite my being a smartass and a critic and a corner-cutter and an occasional Gloomy Gus and a get-by-on-charmer and whatever else I am, I am no cynic. This might seem like a cynical Disney post, what with constriction debris and dour existentialist cartoons and the Fall, but it isn't. We might be done with Disney World for now and even a little relieved to be but I still love it. The bit at the end of the Kentridge's terrifying little reduction of human conflict, where it says give and then forgive over and over is the key. Forgive it all. Forgive forgive forgive. Do that and everything is magical. Merry Christmas.
Friday, December 21, 2012
bring you some banana pudding
Gumbo at the Skyhook Cafe
Sunday:
Clinic, Bubblegum
Kurt Vile, Childish Prodigy
Yo La Tengo, I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One
KLSU
Monday:
Guided By Voices, The Bears for Lunch and Class Clown Spots a UFO
Cold Specks, I Predict a Graceful Expulsion
Frànçois & the Atlas Mountains, Plaine inondable
Baxter Dury, Happy Soup
Tame Impala, Lonerism
Tuesday:
Otis Taylor, Otis Taylor's Contraband
Frank Zappa & the Mothers of Invention, Weasels Ripped My Flesh
Wednesday:
Elvis Costello & the Imposters, The Delivery Man
Andreya Triana, Lost Where I Belong
Dr. John, Locked Down
Bill Fay, Life is People
Goatsnake, Flower of Disease
Ash Borer, Cold of Ages
Thursday:
Frank Zappa, Over-Nite Sensation
Gentle Giant, Live in Rome 1974 and Free Hand
Premiata Forneria Marconi, Storia Di Un Minuto
Rush, 2112
Friday:
Mem Shannon, A Cab Driver's Blues
Royal Southern Brotherhood, Royal Southern Brotherhood
Steve Riley & the Mamou Playboys, Grand Isle
This week of music and a gumbo/banana pudding lunch at the Skyhook Cafe was as good away as any to close out this year. There is a top ten books and music list in the works but it might not be finalized before we bug out of town for the holidays.
So, if I don't get it done, just like all the things I didn't get done this year and if I don't see you until it's next year, have a good one.
Here's hoping the holidays will treat you like the Skyhook does and will bring you some banana pudding on the house if you are last person in the door.
Friday, December 14, 2012
colored pencils and safety scissors
Baton Rouge Adult Music Club, "Lonely Man".
Saturday:
We played at the Beauregard Town Art Walk. I wrote this song in the car when I went to Nashville a couple of weeks back and it's very weird to see it come to fruition on that kind of timeframe.
Monday:
William Dalrymple, In Xanadu
Homeland
Mogwai, A Wretched Virile Love and Earth Division
Everything by Dirty Three on Spotify
Madleine Peroux, Bare Bones
Nico, Desertshore
This was actually Friday.
But I've been thinking about it all week. This is kinda what I do at my job and Hans Rosling says it with more dynanism than I can muster. Watch this if you haven't already, and watch it again if you have. It holds up.
Tuesday:
Brother Jack McDuff, Down Home Style
The Meters, Struttin', The Meters and Look-Ka-Py-Py
Wednesday & Thursday, who knows? I was in meetings.
Friday:
Metallica, Ride the Lightning
Motörhead, Rock 'n' Roll
Marie Menken, "Go! Go! Go!"
I'm completely transfixed with this little movie, this little idea exploded into genius. I might write an article about Marie Menken. I'm at least going to go get the book I read years ago that tells her story.
This is from the stage at my college's graduation which is a lot of pomp and ceremony except it's a real thing too and it is something to be responsible in some way for another person doing things down the line.
I was thinking during our after-ceremony faculty lunch about sitting with these kids on one room one moment and an auditorium the next and how life's pace is sped up and how that trajectory is a rope ladder woven from hope and intention and then word got out that another group of students were sitting in a room in Connecticut with colored pencils and safety scissors one moment and then were gone and oh and shit and Jesus Christ and now what can anyone think?
Friday, December 7, 2012
the chain I am swinging
Ravi Shankhar, A Morning Raga/An Evening Raga
MV & EE with the Bummer Road, Play Elias McDaniel's Who Do You Love
James Blackshaw, Love Is the Plan, The Plan is Death and All Is Falling
Scott Walker, Bish BoschDavid Sylvian, Dead Bees on a Cake
Wednesday:
Public Image Ltd., "Public Image" on YouTube, three times in a row
Don Cabellero, Singles Breaking Up and Don Caballero 2
Marc Almond, Mother Fist and Her Five Daughters and Vermin in Ermine
My friend Fred Weaver once wrote a great Don Caballero tour diary for Chunklet. You don't even have to know Fred or Don to appreciate it, but it probably helps.
I'm about to administer my first final exam. I'm sick with power. I'm like that demon on the cover of Dio's Holy Diver, except the chain I am swinging is my students' academic futures.
Speaking of howling demons doing things, I cannot get into Scott Walker. I don't get why not. It should be right in my curious wheelhouse: brooding, cathartic, angst-ridden, egregiously arty, touched with madness - it is basically the sonic equivalent of my boutique cupcake order, but I don't like his records at all.
I said of Walker's previous effort The Drift:
The songs generally have the lugubrious pace of a coal barge on the River Styx that has broken its moorings, but somehow they pull you in, until they seemingly shit you back out.
but now I can't even look at some of my old writing long enough to decide if I agree with what it says.
This exam I'm about to give is a Media Writing exam - leads, inverted pyramid, AP-style, etc. - and it has sharpened the lens through which I view my work. I still don't think The Journalism Formula is the One True Way, but a little of it almost always gets the job done. I hope I got that across to the gaggle of students sitting across from me poring over my exam study sheets. Well, not poring. They have them out. See? The power I weild! The chains!
Monday, December 3, 2012
Here are pelicans
Here are pelicans being used as a metaphor for finals grading, which is what I did all day
Monday:
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, "We No Who U R" (via Pitchfork)
Cody Chestnutt, Landing on a Hundred
Electric Wire Hustle, Electric Wire Hustle
Wess 'Warmdaddy" Anderson, "The Big Fat Hen, Part 1"
Ambrose Akinmusire, When the Heart Emerges Glistening
Everything on Spotify by David Grubbs
Here are pelicans not being metaphors for anything.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
sang at a party
I sang at a party this weekend. Like, I was at a party and somebody said "Let's here some music" and I was asked to be involved rather than politely but ineffectively dissuaded from it. Weird. This photo is not from the party but from my participation in a science project. My singing is more of a social studies project. I belted out a couple of songs, including one I wrote, with the gusto of a Mentos-soda reaction and gauged my results by the raucous applause. Someone had a camera so if the results turn up I'll post it.
Edited to add: Jayme St. Romain came up with a picture of me trying to remember how to plan an F on a ukulele while she sang Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams".
Sunday:
Dino Buzzati, Poem Strip
Oliver Sachs, Hallucinations
Ramones, End of the Century
Japandroids, Celebration Rock
Monday:
James Chance & the Contortions, Lost Chance
Pylon, Gyrate
Ken Stringfellow, Danzig in the Moonlight
Tuesday:
Solange, True
Prince, Lovesexy
Eddie Hazel, Games, Dames and Guitar Thangs
The Beginning of the End, Funky Nassau
Fela Kuti, Opposite People and Original Sufferhead
Wednesday:
Frank Zappa, The Grand Wazoo and Zoot Allures
Thursday:
KPCP 88.3 FM New Roads, LA
Friday:
Trio, Da Da Da
Saturday:
Doug Sahm & His Band, Doug Sahm & His Band
Doug Kershaw, Devil's Elbow
I really like singing. I'm being precious, I know. Bear with me. Or not; it is the Internet. Singing is something I was pretty well convinced was out of my skill set, and am not wholly convinced it is a thing I should do, but there were a couple of singers there at the party who commended my efforts and it didn't seem like pity.
That is my standard for accolades: didn't seem like pity.
One of those musicians was Mr. Ben Bell who I profiled in the December issue of Country Roads. He's an affable galoot with a honey-rich country croon. I wish I'd thought of that for the article.
I had my first round of last-classes-of-the-semeter this week which was a little more touching than I expected. I mean, they are all understandably sick of my shit at this point and trying to get projects in and figure out what they need to make on the final - as if they can precisely ratchet down their effort to that which is absolutely necessary - and so on, but at least with my morning section, we seemed to have a moment there.
Busy, busy. My habit here on the blog has become a weekly one but weirdly, my stats don't seem to suffer for it; in fact they've improved. I'd like to think its that I'm crafting a deeper message by waiting, but likely not. It's probably just how the numbers work and that the robots reading all this content comprising "hit counts" don't really care if it is new material they are consuming. To the robots, everything we say and do is the same. Happy December!
Thursday, November 22, 2012
ow wow
This tableau met me at the bus stop the other day. It's like that Magritte painting, The Empire of Light, where the sky is day but the trees are night.
Friday:
Eyehategod, Confederacy of Ruined Lives
UFOmammut, ORO: Opus Primum and Eve
Gallon Drunk, The Road Gets Darker from Here
Drive-By Truckers, The Fine Print
Richard Buckner, Since and Devotion + Doubt
The Drones, Havilah
This little little rhombus of creation whispered its good mornings on Saturday.
Saturday:
Gary Clark, Jr., Black and Blu
Crime & the City Solution, Shine
The Gun Club, The Las Vegas Story
Dave Eggers, A Hologram for the King
This is a picture my spirit donut. Actually my spirit donut is the vanilla jalapeño from Tiger Deaux-Nuts, but I ate it before I could take a picture. Their key lime is my runner up spirit donut.
This is what I thought of A Hologram for the King.
A Hologram for the King by Dave Eggers
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I really liked this book until it came to a shuddering close and then the air was left empty from the vacuum of architectural spectacle. Eggers can put together a sentence and can skateboard around the parking garage of ennui and do interesting tricks. He can even make me overlook the tired slump-can't-quite-get-busy-with-this-woman-out-of-his-league-who-wants-him-too thing until it happens a second time and I'm like, wait a second, and then the book is done. Snapped off like a hologram itself. Poof.
I mentioned to my wife that it started out as a Waiting for Godot thing and she questioned why I'm surprised it wasn't all that good. Point taken. Maybe I should start reading books where things happen in them. Surely existential crisis can find a literary bedfellow in a chase scene or shoot-out or something.
Tuesday:
Lee Hazlewood, A House Safe for Tigers
Sonic Rendezvous Band, Live Masonic Auditorium, Detroit, 01/14/1978
Drunk Horse, In Tongues
This is the greatest song ever. Everything on this week's sonic docket was good but, ow wow, Sonic Rendezvous Band is just the best band.
Wednesday:
Blurt, Smoke Time
Medium Medium, Hungry, So Angry
Dub Narcotic Sound System, Hand Clappin'
The Delta 72, The R&B of Membership and The Soul of the New Machine
This was thanksgiving 2012. I'm thankful for my family, the bounty we enjoy and the ability to share pictures of food over the internet. In the future when we are fed by thought waves and glucose patches and are post-food, we will be still posting pictures of green bean casseroles on Pinterest every Thanksgiving out of habit.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
This photo is important
"This photo is important," I thought, crouched in the street cradling my coffee and the dog's leash with my left thumb while clicking the phone with my right. I thought about what filters I would later apply to it in PhotoShop to accentuate its importance. Then I applied them and they looked terrible. Then I tried the original photo and it was terrible too. Then I asked one of the student photo editors I work with and she was all here, here, and here and that did it. Maybe. It might still be terrible. The student gifted some carefully wrapped praise for the shot - "pretty well balanced". Maybe that's the only important part of this photo.
Wednesday:
Desert Noises, Mountain Sea
Dave Eggers, A Hologram for the King
Wild Birds (of Heaven), "Killing Time"
Thursday:
Clinic, Free Reign
Jim Jarmusch & Jozef Van Wissem, The Mystery of Heaven
Alvin Lucier, "I am sitting in a room" and "The Only Talking Machine of its Kind in the World"
Nico Muhly, Drones & Piano and Drones & Violin
Charlemagne Palestine, Fifths In The Rhythm Three Against Two For Bösendorfer Piano
We are so deft with our thumbs now, how we type and take pictures and, in high security environments, identify ourselves with our thumbs. We are all thumbs.
This reflexology photo popped up on Facebook the other day. I have a trackpad instead of a mouse so my desktop digital life and well as my mobile is a thumbed indexing of data. Notice that the part of the thumb by which we navigate the world, or at least the one I use to hit the command and option buttons, is tied in the reflexologic sense to the anus. Thumb-ass relationship. If you admitted being bored to my Uncle Jack, a farmer, he'd suggest you go sit on your thumb and lean back on your finger.
Uncle Jack had a guy that worked for him who we'd then label as being "slow". Once over dinner (which is what farmers call "lunch") the guy remarked, "Jack... these cabinets are just like ours, except they're different."
All of this is possibly important.
But, yeah. The photo. I thought it looked like liquid splashing, like flat planes unfurling, like how nature is so comfortable with the bending of dimensions, that there is no up and down and left and right in the non-human world.
I am loving the hell out of Dave Eggers' A Hologram for the King, a dovetailing of failures in both life and business that makes a particular Everyman and how the timeline of that Everyman's Everything is a "hurry up and wait" and so he hurries and waits and doesn't have any other idea on how to be. Even as nothing happens.
It's a couple of hours now since I started this post and now I don't really care for the alleged important photo. It looks completely different to me. Just like it was except it's different. Which, again, important. So it stays.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
inspiring
Closeup of the flag at on the LSU Parade Ground
Monday:
Colosseum, Valentyne Suite
Wilco, The Whole Love
Sigmatropic, 16 Haiku & Other Stories
Terry Riley, Atlantis Nath
You can't thank veterans enough. Even during Battleship, the worst movie ever made in Baton Rouge (and that says something), in that corny scene where the old museum guards fire up the U.S.S. Missouri and take on the aliens or whatever was going on, those old men were a little inspiring. Those old men that served us in their youth an beyond and do after they are gone. They always are.
Old man lunch
Tuesday:
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit, Live from Alabama
Dov Charney, Cease/Desist
The Who, Live at Hull 1970
After I ate my old man lunch at my desk and put on my old man sweater, I totally didn't tear up when I walked past the big Christmas tree going up and then under that giant American flag while goddamn Jason Isbell was singing "Goddamn Lonely Love" and the horns and the undulating of the stars and the stripes and the old men scurrying around a tree and they just want things to be nice for the Christmas and for God and country so shut up.
LSU Christmas tree goes up in front of the memorial tower.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Nick Cave cool
This image of being drawn & quartered, offered up as a melodramatic distillation of the past week's general tenor, was found from the Affordable Housing Institute's website. It is more disconcerting that this image is tied to affordable housing than it is to my work schedule.
Friday:
Morton Subotnick, Silver Apples of the Moon live at Moogfest 2012
Ameret String Quartet, Morton Subotnick: And the Butterflies Begin to Sing
Alvin Lucier, Almost New York
Various Artists, Music for Merce Vol. 10
Zeena Parkins & Ikue Mori, Phantom Orchard
Saturday was a quiet, dozy blur.
Sunday:
Larry Coryell, Introducing the Eleventh House with Larry Coryell
Embryo, Father Son and Holy Ghosts
Milton Nacimento, Club de Esquina 1
Monday:
Southern Culture on the Skids, Santo Swings
The Blasters, Fun on a Saturday Night
Little Charlie & the Nightcats, Nine Lives
Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, Pressure Cooker
Tuesday:
Curved Air, Air Conditioning and Phantasmagoria
Linda Perhacs, Parallelograms
Max Roach, Max Roach with the New Orchestra of Boston and the So What Brass Quintet
Eric Dolphy, Out to Lunch
Wednesday:
Dorothy Ashby, Afro-Harping
Thursday:
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!
Camper Van Beethoven, "Northern California Girls" (via Billboard)
Patti Smith Group, Wave
Roxy Music, Stranded
Friday:
Johnnie Taylor, Taylored in Silk
Eddie Floyd, Rare Stamps
The Fall, Touch Sensitive...Bootleg
Tindersticks, Waiting for the Moon
Paul K, A Wilderness of Mirrors: Motion Picture Soundtrack
It's been a week. Classes and night classes. I got a story cut form a magazine and then a message asking for my address for the check. I'll take it! Maybe I'll embark on a career of not getting published. There was an election and a riot - c'mon, city fathers and even more powerful city mothers of Oxford Towne, crush that kind of indignity under the heels of your fancy shoes - and a discussion of said riot in one of aforementioned classes.
Sweet old Camper Van Beethoven.
Drawn and quartered is probably a very Nick Cave way to feel. It's not the canon-correct answer, but Dig!!! Lazarus, Dig!!! might be my actual, functional favorite Nick Cave album. Like there are the ones you are required to adore like Tender Prey and Murder Ballads and Your Funeral, My Trial and all, but this one is rock solid with me. I'd like Adult Music Club to work up "Dig, Lazarus, Dig"and play it at some congenial gathering in the park. "Poor Larry", I'll croon in an aside to congenial festivalgoers. I love everything about this song: the stunted funk of it, the beat poetry filtered through the cheesecloth of a bygone personal danger, the low-lamp showbiz of the video. Actually, I just want to imagine for a minute that I am Nick Cave cool. I have the mustache. And the dance moves. I can dream.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
I Put a Spell on You
Adult Music Club, "I Put a Spell on You" (Screamin' Jay Hawkins)
These are all from the Adult Music Club performance at the Louisiana Book Festival. That's me in the orange along with Jayme St. Romain, Lance Porter, Lewis Rousell, Louis Lipinski, Jason Davis, Bowdre Alverson-Banks, Benjo Fernandez and our spiritual advisor David Hinson.
All week:
Lots of Tom Waits and a little Prince
Barry Hannah, The Tennis Handsome
I keep meaning to blog and and then it strikes me what a weird thing that is to say and then I'm breaking the cardinal rule about blogging which is to not blog about blogging and then I have papers to grade and Halloween and a book festival to present at and a rock band to front so I forget. But the star moments sustain us.
Adult Music Club, "Goo Goo Muck" (The Cramps). I was informed my dance moves are exactly the same as they were in 1995.
Adult Music Club, featuring Jamye St. Romain, "Dreams" (Fleetwood Mac)
Adult Music Club, "Pipeline" (The Ventures)
I'll put up our devastating strafing run through "Way Down in the Hole"
Adult Music Club, "Way Down in the Hole"
A big thank you is in order for Rachel Vernon for shooting and uploading and sitting through it all. I burned myself out on Tom Waits years ago but this recent embodiment of the form has rekindled my interest. Plus, Maya is into it. We particularly are taken with the making feet for children's shoes bit in "Singapore".
The book festing part of the book festival was great. This really is one of the nicest cultural events in Baton Rouge. It feels for a moment to be a brainy town. Just a few years ago I sold good ol' Darkness, Racket and Twang from a little rented table on the walk up to the Capitol building where the big shots were reading and it thrills me that I am one of those.
Well, I was in the museum auditorium with a generous, perhaps optimistic amount of seating for an 11:45 book talk, but you don't measure success by the numbers, but by channels swum and mountains scales and rooms played. And Courtney from Barnes and Noble actually had a stack of DRT and The First Annual Outsideleft Hardy Annual (look out for royalties Joe and Kirk and Paul; we actually sold one!) next to Louisiana Saturday Night at the merch table.
All of which you can buy. Just sayin'. Holidays are coming up.
I want to thank LSU Press for believing that I have something publishable and salable to say about things and for putting out the version of The Tennis Handsome I am picking my way through. Barry Hannah. That fucker could write.
Friday, October 26, 2012
make the whirly noises
I had my students cover this event for the Media Writing class I teach. Much like the deal with chicken places, I hatch elaborate schemes to make people listen to weird music. There is probably a compound German word for that.
Sunday:
The Soft Pack, Strapped
Echo & the Bunnymen, Crocodiles
Bauhaus, Press the Eject and Give Me the Tape, Burning from the Inside, The Sky's Gone Out
Monday:
Niney the Observer, Observer Attack Dub
Twilight Circus Dub Sound System, Volcanic Dub
The Black Keys/RZA, "The Baddest Man Alive"
Tuesday:
Dennis Russell Davies / Stuttgart Chamber Orchestra / Raschèr Saxophone Quartet / ORF Vienna Radio Symphony Orchestra, Philip Glass: Symphony No. 2; Interlude from Orpheé; Concerto for Saxophone Quartet & Orchestra
Of Montreal, Daughter of Cloud
The Velvet Underground, The Quine Tapes: Volume 1
John Cale, Fear
The Durutti Column, Short Stories for Pauline
Wednesday:
Concert of iPhone and iPad instruments made by the LSU MAG group
Thursday:
Cecil Taylor, Garden
Circle (Anthony Braxton, Chick Corea, Dave Holland), Circulus
Finn Peters, Music of the Mind
Friday:
So Percussion, Where (We) Live
Rene Hell, The Terminal Symphony
Circle, Quartet Piece No. III
For instance, there was a time when I might have said that obscure-by-free-jazz standards racket supergroup Circle was my favorite band. I bought a bunch of those whirly tube things from a dollar store to make the whirly noises in my apartment along with this track. I'd have kept it up even after you left.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
everybody start a band
First gig: accomplished! The Adult Music Club I go to every Wednesday played their first gig at Art in the Park on Saturday.
Friday
Screamin' Jay Hawkins, I Put a Spell on You: The Best of...
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Doc at the Radar Station
Black Sabbath, Mob Rules
Blue Cheer, Outsideinside
Frijid Pink, Frijid Pink
Pärson Sound, Pärson Sound
Saturday:
The Rolling Stones, Some Girls
Our set list was as follows
- I Put a Spell On You (Screamin' Jay Hawkins)
- Pipeline (The Ventures)
- E major country blues
- Goo Goo Muck (The Cramps)
- Way Down in the Hole (Tom Waits)
They say the microphone adds ten pounds.
with yours truly singing on the first and last two songs. This was so fun. I thought we pulled it off. I recommend that everybody start a band. I haven't figured out which Frijid Pink song I'm going to suggest we work up but we are pretty close of having our hard country version of Judas Preist's "You Got Another Thing Comin'" down. Listening to Some Girls as I type this, I want to learn to play every song on Some Girls. The outtakes on the bonus disc are as good as the real thing.
Whatever we'll play, we'll play it next Saturday at the Louisiana Book Festival at 4 p.m. My book talk is at 11:45 a.m. in the Louisiana State Museum Auditorium with a signing at the book tent at 12:30. Don't worry; I'll remind you.
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