Tuesday, September 16, 2003

when we were comparatively newly married whenever i heard an opearatic piece i liked i'd say to beth: "baby, you should do that." beth would wail in response: "i can't! it's not for my voice." "transpose it." i would say. "you can't do that!" "why not?" when a piece is out of copyright, not only are you free to transpose it, but, pay attention here, you can copyright the transposition. whoa. i am a scientist of memory, history is in the trash, free for the taking, and the pop industry logic is that i should polish and refine, polish and refine a small piece expression so maybe i could get some pop industry investment and take my poor tortured forty five year old body out in some fucking tour bus to experience the joys of the american highway? no, children, there ain't nothing i need from pop. i'm stealing history. i have a new comic strip: City of Dogs. it is created from a house paint dripped doggy articulated to a canine relevant citation. (last night's prototype featured Nietzsche's " be not too liberal; it doth to dogs alone belong to fuck away the whole day long.") if mouse's analysis is correct the introduction of abstract relativism will destroy the whole comics page. good. 5:42:44 PM    comment []

i know lots of pug-dogs up here on the east side. we can give jon a big canine gang of pugs and he can hot pursuit you (nancy drew) all over the upper east side. the trick is to have your feet and shoes show a lot and have your skirt blow up a lot. new york is an infantilist kind of place. i don't know why. jewish psychiatry? the girls fetishiize their mommy's shoes..?. the boy's fetishize their nanny's shoes...? i don't know. but's it's not a tit town. you want them massive mendacious creamy orbs of consumption you gotta go out to the island. back in the middle nineties when i started looking a little at the hamptons (which was only because i was asked and i needed the money.. the hamptons is fucking washington, conneticut on the shore.. highland park with a beach..) the pop industry boys would have big-tit girls on the island (flown in from florida or atlanta) and little-tit girls in town. starlight! starlight! i'm going to introdruce you to my rantscape now for i am a rantmaster and can run any number of them simultaneously. Mad?!? i saw robbie robertson interviewed for that indian album he made and he's talking about how the reservation was the first place he ever heard the "actual sound of flesh on string". and then the motherfucker gives me an album that's absolutely not that, an album of canned echo and production value crap and i'm like: "fuck you, robbie robertson. fuck you and your liberal paradigms of inclusivity. i do not need to hear that indians can sound just as lame as the eagles. damn. i already knew that pop culture had the ability to turn every-thing to nutra-sweet and package it for chinese restaurants." starlight you have been priveleged to already glimpse the lifestyle that is the fruition of the values of the pop industry culture. it's stupid. and it's cut to shit and i can't get no buzz off it. that's the ultimate truth: i gotta soldier on to some other hipster place because i just can't get off on this pop shit no more. starlight, check it out: all these schoolgirls.. my wife.. amy hills... they scared of paper. check out how amy hills goes spastic when she speaks of reading music. teacher made somebody scared. ooh.. ooh.. ooh.. there's all sorts of neat shit and it langushes in pop culture's trash and that's good because now it's mine. 4:30:33 PM    comment []

Mad?!? there were the 'islands of brasil' before there was a "brazil". the 'islands of brasil' fell in 'the region of mermaids'. you catch them all a-tremble on the travelogues and you figure brazillians gonna be rockin' children. but it's only sorta the case. i can't find a brazillian lightning hopkins. why no brazillian lightning hopkins? what makes brazil different from texas? fascist military industrial development ideologies? hideous highway artery neo-suburban sprawl? the permanent stench of gasoline? check. check. protestantism? is it the protestantism? i seriously want to know. what makes brazil different from texas? why did mance lipscomb, an old man, play seventeen hours a day? because he could. lazy days of ease. surf dreams. shangri-la. tell me something, girl, this is a personal examination, you don't hear them goa shells out in that moe asch fuzz of that leadbelly twelve string - yessir, a string for every tone? no? i guess i shouldn't have taken that ecstasy so early. anyway i was gonna tell you about something else... oh yeah... let's play i'm fu manchu  and jon berger he can be "pug-ugly", my underworld colleague with a dubious alter-agenda, and i will steal away geronimo's skull from your friends up at yale university and you can be nancy drew and chase me. pug-ugly and i will throw all manners of threatening danger your way and you're fearless and a set designer, you can build your own torture engines. it will be no more dangerous than the light-bulb dance.we can do that song they do in the chinese restaurant in the second warner brothers movie. nancy drew, reporter? i think. jon has a donald duck, you know he does. 2:59:55 PM    comment []

They say I am Mad! Mad! I have stolen the B-Souls of Amy Hills and Jon Berger and am subjecting them to Critical Ray Theory Exposure and Hyper-Novel Experimentation. Why? Mostly because I can. Why? Because Jon Berger was an exponent of "Anti-Folk" and "Anti-Folk" was boring. The endless theft of the Violent Femmes. "Anti-Folk" was a sub-cult of the Skool of Pop Industry Devotion. Going to Sidewalk was like attending an industry flea market at the Javitz. You walk out with 19 Flyers, 6 Press Releases, and 12 Head Shots. Where there is text there will be a dreamy reference to Beck. Beck made it here. Several Bands got out of Seattle to begin their inevitable drift towards Lite F.M. "Anti-Folk" had one little boy and that pretty spuriously. Lach had that Long Island Malcolm McClaren appeal, and the fact he wasn't very good at it, well that was better. Otherwise he'd be Low-Fi Lee. If I am Mad, it is because I am really, really Bored. The Music of Joni Mitchell, James Taylor, Cat Stevens, we have a name for that kind of music now: "Chinese Restaurant Music". Oh, I can hear y'all from the heartland: "Quin, I bet Chinese Restaurants really Rock Out!" But it ain't the case, my children. Amy, I apparently can understand you more clearly than you understand yourself. The train you're on no-one speaks English. So where the fuck you going, girl? Mad, bored and raving with the deaf. There's a Leadbelly/Zither guy (played the soundtrack for The Third Man) collaboration that I can never find. I don't look real hard. I'm waiting to be surprised. Even so, you would think in these Moby/ Spooky endless Buadrillardian replication times you'd think it would be pretty easy. Pop Culture is so disappointing. Where are the public devotions to the memory of Babs Gonzalez? {The Swing scene had a lot better energy than "Anti-Folk". I have done some research and most of your purer hipsters wandered towards the Swing scene in the Nineties 'cos it was cute. We are the Scientists of Memory and seeing Old Things presented upon a framework of New Girlflesh likely to reward us with a moment of forgetful ponderation, and you're purer hipster is apt to spend money chasing that.}.... Six.) They were gonna throw Soho away. It's amazing what they'll throw away. Maciunas saved it. Maciunas was color-blind like John Lennon and had given Yoko Ono a Madison Avenue show. It was Maciunas who took the Cagean Deconstruction of the Piano to West German Television. It was Maciunas (I got strong guess) gave us that Brian Jones recorder and tambor medeival sound. Maciunas, I say! Mad!? and.) Mance Lipscomb used to play sometimes seventeen hours a day. Why? Because he could. Industry Dreams are cheap theft. The Pop Industry, like Music Education, is just a way of fucking peolple over and stealing away their music juju. You think Miss Amy Hills you the first evidence of that ever washed up in my junky surf? You think I ain't seen no Mermaids? seven.) Lightning Hopkins was a curiousity when I first started listening to him. The nineties treated Lightning good. You started to realize what a prescient ear he had had. Lightning sang the future of the L.A. sound and he lived as example to the young men who should follow him. Take the money and run. six.) mance lipscomb said: "lightning. lightning hopkins. lightning'd only ever give you two songs." 1:28:32 PM    comment []