I want to throw my pebbles in the pond. But first... On morality and the modern man: What, after all, are we given... do you see?
!SCHISM!
I also want to make this, since I'm sleepless (with no egg-fluid to mother me), a cross-pollenated multi-tasking affair. Consider this post, in Top 5 style:
1. Six Songs That Kill Me Right Now
2. Letters To Things and People
3. Unattainable Shorties
4. Unjade Yourself / An Homage: Schnipper Zine Bamzine #1
5. Where Schnipper At, Anyway?
Jim Croce - "New York is Not My Home"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZoDs7-11l8
First, you recherch??ophiles need to reaffirm your allegiance with the noted, known, celebrate blue collar motherfuckers that wear work boots and jean jackets with CAT patches (like Jim, here) or carry lunch boxes (Bill Withers, bitch!) on their album covers. Look at this dude... If you're still not feelin' it, then wreckognyze that Croce, like our own Cosmo Baker, is a South-Philly-born, workin'-at-the-carwash-blues-havin', time-in-a-bottle-savin', hard-time-losin' man. So what does that mean? I'll tell you. You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask of that old lone ranger, and you don't mess around with Jim! That's what the fuck is up, hoss. He's like the ?uestlove of the mustachioed blue jean folk scene. If you don't own this record, you need to get to a dime bin, and quick. It's aces, through and through. Tenderize yourself, tough guy.
I gotta get outta here/ I'm so alone
Glen Gray & The Casa Loma Orchestra - "Girl of My Dreams"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hce32X6TXoA
Since you fuckers (Rockadelic excluded) can't get with some croonery, let me share my favorite. Kenny Sargent, the man with the golden tonsils, at 78 revolutions per minute. Now, who wants to get fucked in a puddle of blood?
Charlie Smalls - "Never Felt Like This Before"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7SlP5B4ehE
Putting aside my 40-plus-feels-like-doin-it-with-my-friend's-mom fantasy about Gena Rowlands, which is why I bought this (photos on the back, too), I have to give it up to Mr. Smalls for preventing this record from being relegated to the look-no-listen heap. Who the fuck is Charlie Smalls? I can get behind this guy, and all of his fret-buzz.
UT - "This Bliss"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QbBxvjphZ4
As the resident dyke mafia aficionado, I'm pleased to share this slice of post-punk business--the first release from the OUT RECORDS label. Drumming on this EP leaves you almost thankful for the invention, and later inundation, of the Linn Drum. Sturdy. But you need to remember... bad drumming is memorable, the Linn drum is absolutely predictable (see those Sly Stone singles). I just completed my UT catalog, most of which is now reissued by Mute, but not this. Who cares, right? Chicks who wear eyeliner, but refuse to put out (much less dyke off), what part of the game is that? I don't mind/ cause there's a fascination...
I, I, I, I am able. I can stumble.
(I think most of their songs are semi-nonsensical.)
Couch - "Alle auf Pause"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUoG9f4-N1U
I saw this band in a big warehouse in Portland years ago. I went alone, cause who wants to go see some German shoehorns trying to play instruments like samplers. That is, echolaliacly. The bass was so fucking thunderous that I was reminded of Germany's secret sound cannon, as the frequencies were resonating dangerously close to my brown note, wyoming?
Their performance, not rote-recurring at all, expanded my grasp on using extended repetition and consonance as arrangement elements. Very cyclical, trance-like (but without the glowsticks and silly pants), Overdriven without all the baggage of the Rat pedalsquelch-happy 'wall of noise' set. Their sound was denser and more rousing than any of the loops being 'freaked' by all the Bedroom Rockers in the northwest, who chose to stay home that night instead, cause they weren't trying to hear no wannabeemotherfuckers tryna be all krautbotic with instruments, that's worse than live band hip-hop.
I had a very uncomfortable exchange with the woman in the band at their merch table after the show. I motioned to the LP, all "yea, what's up with that?" and she gave me the 8-finger German sign language for, "This here is 8 bucks." I hander her 7 on some, "whoops, these basement ginger ales sure add up, is it cool to short you?" and she nodded on some, "i'm sure it's all there." After I had it in my hand, and halfway into my record bag, she let out an expletive. I smiled, she frowned. I made several nonsensical motions to indicate my a) regret, b) urgency to listen to the record, c) praise, d) dire financial straits. She gave me the eye of atrocity, thought to be lost in the decline of Danzig (the Wolne Miasto Godnsk city, not the devil's lock douchebag).
I group this band among a small subset of the "Fleecy Rock" genre. Perfect for watching glaciers form, or waiting for rock to turn to dust. The roches moutonn??es of stage performance, if you will.
