Friday, July 17, 2009

I just heard about the kade? where the hell have I been!?

http://arthurkade.com/


"my journey to stardom." the winning excerpt from aurthurs personal diary:

With the amazing connects I have made in Hollywood, it is now getting to a point where I get to hang out with the important people in “The Biz”, and I may be bigger than most of them already, and will end up in tabloids like Us Weekly and People soon, and some feel that I am single handedly transforming the face of this area into a new celebrity mecca. I was talking to a friend tonight who said, “It’s crazy what’s happening here, you’re what everyone talks about all the time. It’s like an obsession, you must bring work productivity down in this city so much.” I laughed, and said, “Everyone wants a piece of me, and the funny thing is that I am only getting started. I am taking this thing to a level that’s never been seen at warp speed”. Even celebrities are in awe of what I have accomplished, and are constantly trying to meet me and take pics as I saw in KA, and I realize it’s only getting worse.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Doo Dooettes - Live At The Brand, Live at Century City

"The unearthing of the LAFMS recordings is experimental rock history at it's most historical and hysterical - a completely bizarro and further-out counterpart to the L.A. punk scene." -- THURSTON MOORE



Gets its point across more than words could ever hope for...

Download here

About LAFMS

Los Angeles Free Music Society - The Lowest Form of Music 10-CD Box Set reviewed by Edwin Pouncey, The WIRE

The early 70s were lean years for American music, which was still suffering from the aftershock of Altamont, Manson and the death of the Love Generation. In California the airwaves were spewing forth commercial rock and disco, while punk was only in its infancy on the East Coast, and the Midwest and had yet to make its mark across the nation. Any avant garde activity around this time was limited, although the first tentative stabs at FM rock's soft white underbelly were being plotted. In San Francisco, The Residents pressed up their debut album Meet The Residents on their own Ralph Records label, which had a cover that scurrilously defaced Meet The Beatles in a shameless attempt to gain some underground notoriety. Years later it worked.

Further along, brothers Jad and David Fair would unleash their own, equally outrageous debut EP as Half Japanese, a noise classic that many would blindly ignore, but later pay serious money to own a copy.

In the middle of all this rose the awe-inspiring spectre of The Los Angeles Free Music Society, a happy band of musical oddballs who had grown up on the collected works of The Mothers Of Invention, Captain Beefheart, Sun Ra and composer Harry Partch (to name a few) and were eager to let their own creative demons loose on the world. This Californian collective were well versed in the room-clearing power of free jazz and improvised music in general, but they were also aware that something new and revolutionary was required if music on a challenging level was to progress and survive.

Listening to this astonishing, lovingly packaged ten-CD set (which contains all the important LAFMS records plus a batch of unreleased material) it is the versatility of the groups concerned that causes the jaw to drop. Pluck any CD from the concertina styled plastic folder that contains them, and prepare to be astonished as Le Forte Four reinvent musique concrete American style and come up with a tribute to "Japanese Super Heros" that predates The Boredoms by a couple of decades. Elsewhere The Doo-Dooettes (featuring drummer Dennis Duck, who much later would join Steve Wynn's The Dream Syndicate) twist the pop song's neck with devastating results, while Smegma lock on to the greasy Dada teenage outrage element of Freak Out-era Mothers and mutate it still further. As well as producing records, LAFMS held Fluxus-style concerts and happenings, published a magazine called Light Bulb, and under the direction of Ace Farren Ford, released three volumes of a compilation entitled Blorp Essette, original copies of which are today highly desired because of a rare Residents track on the first volume and for the cover art which was drawn by Ford's hero Captain Beefheart.

As all of the LAFMS catalogue was originally available only in limited quantities and mostly by mail order this brave venture is to be applauded and admired. By dragging together the original team of Tom Recchion, Dennis Duck, Fredrik Nilsen, Kevin Laffey, Jerry Bishop, and Joe and Rick Potts, compilers Ron Lessard and Gary Todd have returned to the planet a slab of 70's American musical history which was in danger of being trampled underfoot and forgotten. That would have been a tragedy, as everything squeezed into this box is, once heard, an unforgettable experience.

Edwin Pouncy


"A bunch of hoodlums"
-Artistic Director for the Pilot Theater, LA, 1977, upon cancelling a show by Airway and the Doo-Dooettes

"LAFMS people have hybridized avant-garde, experimental, improvisational, punk, pop and even humorous stuffs. For Japanese fans, LAFMS has become a legend"
-Takuya Sakaguchi, Osaka

"Free ears and minds are one thing, but what about aesthetics?"
-Hal Clark, 1974, Electronic Music Festival Hovikkoden Norway, with regard to an L-44 piece

"I knew Varese personally and I know that you can control your dynamics, therefore you will play acoustically or not at all"
-Theater Owner

"Twenty some odd years later this music has a pre-technological poignance that accidentally imbeds it in history"
-Dennis Cooper

"It could be argued that some examples within this brown card box are the lowest forms of music. Personally I would make the counter claim"
-David Toop THE WIRE, UK

Get the LAFMS box at - http://www.cortical.org/spores/LAFMS10CD.html

Sunday, July 12, 2009

The Collected Works of Billy The Kid by Michael Ondaatje

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After shooting Gregory
this is what happened

I'd shot him well and careful
made it explode under his heart
so it wouldnt last long and
was about to walk away
when this chicken paddles out to him
and as he was falling hops on his neck
digs the beak into his throat
straightens legs and heaves
a red and blue vein out

Meanwhile he fell
and the chicken walked away

still tugging at the vein
till it was 12 yards long
as if it held that body like a kite
Gregory's last words being

get away from me yer stupid chicken

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Syd Barrett, You make me want to Raise Kids



The most obvious asset of this track is how pleasant it is to listen to. Like many of Barrett's songs, the awkward structuring and phrasing just serve to enhance the childlike appeal - its beautiful to listen to, and pretty soon you'll find yourself humming a chorus about....a gigolo aunt


Grooving around in a trench coat
with the satin entrail
Seems to be all around in tin and lead pail, we pale
Jiving on down to the beach
to see the blue and the gray
seems to be all and it's rosy-it's a beautiful day!

Will you please keep on the track
'cause I almost want you back
'cause I know what you are
you are a gigolo aunt, you're a gigolo aunt!
Yes I know what you are
you are a gigolo aunt, you're a gigolo aunt!

Heading down with the light, the dust in your way
she was angrier than, than her watershell male
life to this love to me - heading me down to me
thunderbird shale
seems to be all and it's rosy - it's a beautiful day!
will you please keep on the track
'cause I almost want you back
'cause I know what you are
you are a gigolo aunt

Grooving on down in a knapsack superlative day
some wish she move and just as she can move jiving away
she made the scene should have been-superlative day
everything's all and it's rosy, it's a beautiful day
will you please keep on the track
'cause I almost want you back
'cause I know what you are
you are a gigolo aunt...

Sunday, July 5, 2009

In the Mood for Love

This came on the radio this morning, as we were playing Transformers on Wii with the television muted. Amazing. The entire score is beautiful, but this song really got me.



from the Chinese film, In the mood for Love.

How cool can you get?



From the film Jammin' the Blues