• May's Mix

    23 May 2006, 15:56 de cjcarne

    I guess it's about time for another of these. This is my May mix for the its my noise group. Available for download from the same old place or from me, Maldoror, on slsk.

    The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters

    Volume 3: The Dreamer is Still Asleep
    01 Mount Vernon Arts Lab - Warminster 4
    02 Grouper - Track 1
    03 Grouper - Track 2
    04 Toshimaru Nakamura & Sachiko M. - Uninvited 1
    05 Coil - The Golden Section
    06 John Fahey - Eels
    07 Tetuzi Akiyama & Gunter Muller - ///.///
    08 Father Moo & The Black Sheep - Untitled
    09 Efzeg - Capulanta
    10 Procer Veneficus - White Fog
    11 Pram - Sea Swells and Distant Squalls

    Volume 4: Pearls That Were
    01 Eugene Chadbourne & Jimmy Carl Black - Clear Spot
    02 Van der Graaf Generator - Rift Valley
    03 Fe-mail - Pretty Ugly Song
    04 Ground Zero - Those Were the Days
    05 6majik9 - Debris
    06 Sun City Girls - Shadowland
    07 Dadamah - Nicotine
    08 David Mitchell & Denise Roughan - Grey Funnel Line
    09 Camberwell Now - Working Nights
    10 Bongwater - Ride My See-saw
    11 The Young Gods - Seeauber Jenny
    12 After Dinner - Kitchen Life 1
    13 Fe-mail - It Becomes Her
    14 Billy Jenkins - (Not) Close to You
  • The earth meets the sky over the hill

    12 Mar 2006, 13:23 de Jon Miller

    Like most people, I was very saddened by the passing of Ivor Cutler last weekend. So, in memory of the great man, there's a 15-minute blast of Cutler on this week's Brierly Hill 90210 show. There's also this week's Classic Peel Cut, an all time fave of mine by Colourbox. We also have the continuence of Cuban Boys Month with a new track from them. Then, of course, there's the usual rag-tag assortment of the new and wonderful, including tracks by Nybbl, Ladyscraper, Crushkill, Delicate Hammers, binarpilot and Culprit One. The URL's the same as always, http://www.live365.com/stations/323450, or why not stop by the new web-site, http://web.mac.com/jmiller22/iWeb/brierlyhill90210.

    Cheers maties,
  • The Second to Last Night at Skank's or d. boon's Death as Childhood's End

    24 Feb 2006, 2:21 de moik

    The Second to Last Night at Skank's
    d. boon's Death as Childhood's End
    by michael mccullough

    i'm waiting and diversing i'm collecting...diversing information... liberation... bob
    dylan wrote propaganda songs! bob dylan wrote propaganda songs! manifesto on
    my window and my fruit... rotation...admiration...outline my root... bob dylan
    wrote propaganda songs!
    bob dylan wrote propaganda songs / minutemen

    d. boon died december 22, 1985, age 26.


    Monday, December 29, 1985

    We were driving across Western Minnesota fascinated by the topography of the frozen wetlands and singing along to "Double Nickels on the Dime." Our pant legs were warm and wet once again. While we were hiking they had frozen solid to form nice stiff windbreakers. We saw an eagle. Seeing an eagle always seems sort of special like some sort of symbol. Majestic Scavenger. It was some sort of Christmas vacation from the hospital. At the time I was a first year resident in Podiatry and was in transistion between two different hospitals in Ohio. I took a week off to visit my friend Krebs and to pick up my girlfriend Pauline (my current ex-wife) to move her with me to Ohio.

    Our next stop was New Ulm. This is where Pauline lived with her family. New Ulm a stylized German town in Minnesota that looks like some sort of village set from the original film version of Frankenstein. When we pulled into town we expected to see the enraged townspeople running about with torches and wooden pitchforks. Little hats and lederhosen. We were puffing on the last two King Edward cheapo cigars. This was a sort of inside joke since neither of us smoked.

    hey ice machine - will you cut me? thin line - cut! big scissors - cut! cut loose -cut!
    bend - tense! big scissors-snap! cut!
    cut / minutemen

    Back in New Ulm we had pizza at Happy Joe's. Some sort of Minnesota style pizza with sauerkraut and pineapples. There was a Christmas gift giving session which involved the usual moleskin trousers. Then we bought a case of skunky, cheap beer and headed over to Pauline's sister's house. It is funny that that local skunky Schell's beer, that cost something like four bucks a case back then, is now considered a prestigious beer here in the West. Jyneal was the director of a group homehouse for mentally handicapped adults and had an apartment on the top floor of the house. We drank the beer and listened to all her Elvis Costello albums. It was the closest thing to punk that she had in her collection.

    We had to get out of that place. Just being in the same town with my future in-laws was stifling. New Ulm. That town is a sealed tuna sandwich. We were going to make a pilgrimage to Mankato, about an hour away, and go to the second to the last night in the existence of Skank's Nightclub.

    One wouldn't expect to find a punk bar in a small town in rural Minnesota, but there was Skank's. It was right downstairs from the New Deal Cafe where the daily blue plate special was served on paper plates. We had been there exactly a year ago and when we walked in most of the people there remembered us. Although we didn't really recognize most of the people, we remembered the bartender, Greg. He said, "Yeh I remember you guys, you're doctors and lawyers and stuff, right? Yeh, I was telling people about you guys." (Actually we were "student" doctors and lawyers at the time, but what's the difference?)

    While we continued to drink beer and become moderately drunk Greg let us play the tapes we had brought in from the truck. All our favorite songs. We screamed out the lyrics to "She Said," by the Cramps. Skank's was going to go out of business in two days so the place had an extra tense party now or never atmosphere. We were "punking out" (now called "moshing"?) and sweating beer to Minutemen, Husker Du and Dead Kennedies tapes. Husker Du at one time had actually played a gig at Skank's, and it wasn't before they were popular, it was at the height of their popularity. This is wild because that place was a basement that could hold a hundred people at full capacity. Huskers had played the punk symphonies "Recurring Dreams" and "Dreams Recurring" in their entirety. Although we had only been to Skank's twice it was our favorite bar.

    Tim Liszt, my ex-girlfriend's little brother (now grown twice his childhood size) was there. He was a regular at Skank's and the local expert on punk. Could it have been my Ramones albums? The ones he had to listen to over and over while in his formative years?

    We stayed until last call. The walls of Skank's were covered with d.i.y artwork, most of it drawn by the dairy-punks drinking at the bar. On the way out I grabbed a picture of "triangle man." A nice souvenir. Everybody was tearing stuff off the walls as they left. We had planned on returning on New Year's Eve for the real last night of Skank's, but we never made it. We needed to get back to Ohio.

    We drove Tim home and stopped in at the Liszt's to sit shit-faced at the kitchen table and talk to his dad, Merle. He was wondering what the hell we were doing there, but he didn't seem to mind. I was behind the wheel on the drive back to New Ulm that could have been a M.A.D.D. commercial. We were playing "The Politics of Time," on the crackling cassette player, the three of us shouting out the words with the same manic rapture found on the album and we nearly creamed a deer. Oh shit!

    sometimes the news is like a loud hum in my amplifier; it rings my head out like a
    filthy wash cloth with little folds, thousands of little folds // shit you here at
    parties; kick in the idiot box, wait for the news in the history books, like junkies
    who hate their heroin
    shit you hear at parties / minutemen

    No problem. No problem. We woke the next day, New Year's Eve with terrible hangovers one day early. Our goal was a giant breakfast. At the Village Cafe I was wearing Krebs' dark dark dark beatnik sunglasses while he practiced his budding litigation skills and managed to get us breakfast privileges even though we were technically twenty minutes past the eleven o'clock breakfast limit. But they were going to turn the grill back on for us! Victory.

    Even though we were too hung over, and it was even more incredibly cold than usual for Minnesota during Ice Age, I mean Winter, we went hiking all day at Flandrau State Park. I had to brace myself for the upcoming encounter with Pauline's parents, and I was not looking forward to that.

    You see, we were planning on "living together" in Ohio and they were not pleased about this at all. It was a major devastating event in their lives and they were not planning on letting me out of that town without substantial torture. They wanted us to get married. They wanted us to be priest-blessed and have dawgy collars around our necks (and not the kind I used to wear while aping Sid Vicious during the Sex Pistols era) and eat our vegetables and be good little dawgies. They wanted us to get a job. To be adults. Ack! Ack! Ack!

    My attitude was, "Fuck that! Not me! Not now anyway! Not yet!" I was totally unprepared for the event and since I have always avoided confrontation anyway, I was trying to keep away from them. And I thought that by keeping Krebs around until we left that I might avoid a major showdown. That plan flopped.

    "Does Michael need his lawyer present at all times?" he growled, glaring at Krebs. Well, it was time.

    Krebs left with an expression on his face that said: I don't really take this as an insult because I am glad to get the chance to ease my ass out of here, see you later Michael, you poor devil.

    After an hour of "what for" I left with the daughter, whom I eventually was married to and six years later divorced from and of course I never again would have what could be called a chummy relationship with her folks. It was the most uncomfortable hour of my life and I would hold a grudge for the rest of our time as family members. One of those situations that everybody has to go through, when you have to tell parents "no." Would you believe, though, that I didn't hold a grudge because of the way they confronted us about getting married. That's only natural for them to feel that way. It was the way they kicked Krebs out of their house. I was never to forget that..

    forced fed sifted tin can turn handle puppet (pull toy)
    mr robot's holy orders / minutemen

    That evening, New Years Eve 1985, found us driving across Wisconsin to my parents house in Chicago, and then on to our new home in Ohio. I think the uncomfortable debacle in New Ulm fortified us and brought us close. We were driving completely sober on the drunkest night of the year.

    The cassette player had finally crapped out so we couldn't play our beloved punk tapes. Instead we dialed around for college radio stations and right in the middle of that speed trap of a state we found one. They played a remarkably slow (and torturously boring) Dave Brubeck piece but we kept the station tuned in because we refused to listen to regular pop radio stations. The college DJ came on and apologized for playing that song. Evidently he wasn't all that familiar with Brubeck and didn't know which tunes were the better ones. Then he went on to announce that d. boon had died in a car crash. I was stunned at the news. He played "The Cheerleaders" from the "Project Mersh" album. I'll admit that at that time "Cheerleaders" wasn't exactly my favorite minutemen tune, a little slower than most of their stuff, but it served as an excellent epitaph for d.

    If I ever really had a hero d. boon was it. Behind the label of "punk" (whatever the hell that means / meant) he had a powerful sense of social justice, and morality, and beauty. I only knew him through his work, I never knew him personally. I guess I had my own self-created image of d. boon. For example, I felt like an outsider, he seemed to me like an outsider also. The Minutemen's music seemed like a manifestation of all that energy and fear and joy that I felt bubbling inside of me at that time. The songs were powerful and short, with the manic rambling that is, to me, the essence of beat poetry and the succinct beauty and power that was something like a cross between the finest haiku and some sort of firecracker.

    After it was clear that the DJ was not going to play any more Minutemen songs we turned the radio off. A rare thing for us: quiet. I wanted to let it soak in. Tears welled up. It was all sort of coming to me. Not just d. boon dying, but the whole new scene that we were facing me. A new home in a new state, the advancement of our relationship from boyfriend girlfriend to what would eventually become marriage, the prospect of not being a student any longer and having to actually get a job, all that.

    And all the shit that I knew was going to go with all that.

    A little while later the clouds and the moon formed what was a distinct skull in the sky. We both saw it and were struck by its detail. The damn thing covered half the Eastern sky. It lingered for a minute or so and then morphed into what looked like a giant face, a grinning man with a sombrero. We named him "Pedro the Farmer." I know we did because I had written that in my journal. But I am not sure if we even remembered that d. boon was from San Pedro.

    is it peace to point the guns? is it war to fire the guns? we would run with all of
    our might, push the king off to take the hill and to learn who was king and who
    made the better serf.
    king of the hill / minutemen
    fin fin
    The Minutemen
    Husker Du
    Dave Brubeck
    Sid Vicious
    The Cramps
    The Dead Kennedies
  • Sparks In My Telly ... "Hello Young Lovers"

    8 Feb 2006, 2:31 de IanAR

    I was chuffed to see Sparks on BBC's Newsnight tonight, a bit of a splash about their new album Hello Young Lovers (for samples, follow link) and their tour, commencing 12-Feb-06, in Glasgow, to promote it.

    You can catch the Newsnight footage, on-line, for at least the next 24 hours'ish, by following this link (the Sparks bit starts in the 39th minute). Coverage includes a looky-likey with Franz Ferdinand and, also, cites their influence on: Queen, The Smiths, Soft Cell and Pulp. IMO, an influences list should also include: Kate Bush, Pet Shop Boys, Gary Numan, Ultravox, Blancmange and Scissor Sisters.
  • Watoo Watoo news

    9 Ene 2006, 1:01 de mkorchia

    Hi all,

    first, here is my 2005 top 10 :
    1. Brisa Roché - the chase. Fantastic first album by this cute american girl who lives in Paris. A great mix of 60's pop, rock, cinematic & jazz.
    2. philippe Katerine - Robots après tout. This man is mad, this record is insane, full of weird groovebox & silly lyrics
    3. Albin de la Simone - je vais changer. This is how good 'chanson française' can be.
    4. Julien Baer - notre-dame des limites. i adore this album even if it's not as fantastic as his 1st two, which were released last millenium. Betwen chanson, funk, pop & reggae.
    5. Morrissey - live at earl's court. We would have preferred more songs from his 1st solo album, nevertheless this is a real great live record, Morrissey sings better than ever.
    6. Saint Etienne - Tales from Turnpike House. This is a beautiful pop album, don't expect to dance much on this saint etienne record... but expect a big smile on your face.
    7. Mathieu Boogaerts - michel. Stripped down, minimalistic french chanson record. You feel mathieu is sitting next too you whispering slowly his beautiful & sad song.
    8. Alain Chamfort - impromptu dans les jardins du luxembourg. 1st live record for this 57 years old French crooner. He has written some wonderful songs in the last 30 years, including the hit "manureva" with serge gainsbourg. His voice when he sings live is so-so, but the songs are perfect and the brit-pop arrangments are very effective.
    9. Rosa Passos - amorosa. Portuguese bossa nova singer, her voice is so sweet.
    10. The Clientele - Strange Geometry. as always, they sound between felt, any 60s obscure pop band, & galaxie 500.
    11. Tarwater - The Needle Was Travelling. I prefer their earlier recordings, but their mixture of new wave, pop, post rock & idm is still really nice.
    (ok, that makes 11).

    2nd, we (Watoo Watoo) played 3 songs at a concert that some of my students organized last month. that was great fun. We played one song from le fumalin (l'attrait) & 2 new songs (ne pas croire & perdu). I was at the bass, pascale sang & we had a backing track playing on a computer.

    3rd, I've written lots of new lyrics. This will help me finish some old songs waiting in my hard drive.

    4th, Didier Duclos, who has already played guitar on many of our songs, will play again with us. he now has a computer with a decent soundcard and an internet connection (he's in paris, we're in bordeaux, 600 km s-w).

    5th, here are some new photos: http://www.watoowatoo.net/photo

    6th... http://a.korchia.free.fr/2006.jpg

    thx for reading
  • art exhibition - Bristol, UK - 27th Jan 2006

    19 Dic 2005, 13:47 de 0acideyes0

    i have my very first art exhibition in 2006 from Friday January 27th to Friday February 24th.
    in the Folk House, Bristol.
    The Folk House address is 40A Park Street, Bristol.

    There will also be a melee of live experimentalist music from myself, playing under the alias Transmitstatim.

    I am also sharing the exhibition space with surrealist Lucy Hill, who will be introducing her crazy artscapes to everyone that comes along.

    I really hope a lot of you in the area can make it, this is a very special event for both me and Lucy :)

  • Looking for any tracks about LAX.

    15 Dic 2005, 17:09 de BigTeebo12

    I fell in love with this band after hearing "Ronnie's Song", which came included on a "songs that KROQ forgot" compilation. They truly are an original band with a great sound. I would love to get any other tracks from them, only having "Ronnie's Song", so if you have any, email me: s1500@comcast.net
  • Concrete Igloo: I'm waiting...

    1 Dic 2005, 22:00 de siouxdax

    So I'm annoying the sh*t out of my postman, asking him if a package has arrived from Canada, which is supposed to be my autographed copy of Concrete Igloo by Dandi Wind. I've chatted with a couple other last.FM users, and they have apparently downloaded a few tracks from it. I don't know if I can wait! I've tried finding tracks on LimeWire, but all I can find is my own copy of Balloon Factory. Also looking forward to seeing the accompanying DVD, which contains ten full videos, a few of which I downloaded from her website (www.dandiwind.com). Very Jan Svankmajer-inspired stuff. I'm lovin' it.
  • New Wave Crooner of substance

    4 Nov 2005, 6:57 de boirozzlyn

    I doubt anybody in the world understands how much Gavin Friday and Daniel Figgis (a.k.a. Princess Tinymeat) mean to me these days.
  • Let's have a minute's noise for John......

    25 Oct 2005, 13:53 de MamboSun

    Re. John Peel

    A Minute's Noise For John

    I just discovered this song by chance on a free CD with this month's "Word" magazine.

    Seeing the title made me think of Peelie.
    Then I played it.... it's actually dedicated to him :-)))
    I'll try and write out the lyrics asap!

    Check it out if you can - and play it very loud to remember the first anniversary.

    Mitch Benn
    Mitch Benn and The Distractions