The following message came to me buried on the moon...like a little bell you can ring just in case they fasten you in and close it up before it's really over: DJ Rize and I...we were going to see hamburger helper take the stage at green valley station- One of those guest wig affairs in which the lowest common denominator signs an autograph on the season eleven DVD...All at once, without warning, I managed to hijack a tablecloth and pawn my rusted helmet credentials for a bookend in seaweed. The myths of Gods are now the myths of Corporations, but the slavery is the same...
album rip on this post is: "music of the godhead" arranged and conducted circa 1975 by some freak brother going under the name of master wilburn burchette...the liners try to sell this as a meditation backdrop...but the synth lines and the delay guitar all get pretty busy...sometimes a little dull but its worth a go...a couple times i thought of the fripp/eno thing
...and that's Christmas for you but yeah away from the launch pad it got better: we rode out the underpass and got some drinks at the doubledown SWINGSHIFT SIDESHOW ....where a clown took the six of diamonds to his face by way of a staplegun and a married couple ran a skewer through their biceps...shot darts from a blowgun by means of a provocatively talented cooch and ran yard long screws through the nostrils be means of a power drill...big up the sideshow. always wishing that there was more of this sort of thing, just like walking down the street a dead rabbit juggling bowling pins ...in fact wishing the majority
caught a few minutes of the band afterword;
SHOTGUNS AND GASOLINE DOUBLE DOWN SALOON 12/25/09- 90's influenced bar punk group with some fairly energetic drumming
...houseparty of the last toad standing- phoned in as a confessional on the hotline for girls that worked retail, bought action figures of reality television, quoted three rings and a circus when asked about a haircut...If you had any money you would have taken her out and bought her a decent pair of shoes
...have you every worked for us before? she asked. "Yeah, I think so," I said "You sent me to Hotel Satanisyoureternalmaster to put hot dogs in the buns. Don't look that up in the computer because it was ten years ago and i was late..
...and then I showed up at dubstep DOWN N DIRTY @ DROP BAR which was, you know, an odd enough place for anything that you ain't clocked in at or strung out for. But a lot of people I see over and over again were there and hopefully some of them got paid...some friendly enough guy named chuck b with a couple of pretty good tracks in his laptop...some kid with acne and a nose ring that used to write coffee tables for dead dog revisited. "Whatever happened to that Rico guy that did that Bondi soundhouse showed up one day with a bandage around his neck? Fuck if I know, she said
surf covers of black sabbath and dead kennedys followed by some high speed original mayhem THE SKOONERS- THUNDERBIRD LOUNGE- 12/21/09
indie pop with above average adrenalin and a few hooky riffs, crowd dug it LEOPOLD & HIS FICTION- THUNDERBIRD LOUNGE- 12/21/09 seen the light testimonial vocals with some drive and dexterity in the rhythm section
all the above tracks captured with the Zoom H4 at ten paces...i'm also good with balloon animals if you're drunk and don't know any better
Speaking of dubstep, that Martyn Natural Selection 12" was tits but this sebo edit hits every fucking curve...Fashion comes and goes, but the kick drum is the groove. Just make sure every sound is for keeps and there will be a mood and a tune:
It slipped off of my mind to say thanks for some fair quality basswork the day before the last holiday: Reid Speed, Tech Itch, and Trace: a party courtesy of Hyperperformance audio...with upwards of fifty that made their way out for the good time...venue was the right mix of classy and funky: Forbes, a china town karaoke bar with a pretty LED wall, cheap drinks, and a come as you are vibe...nice that things can still sort of line up even when all that's left of the world is a torn scrap from a laundry list and three dead flies...
Speaking of dead, I was run over by a bus yesterday. My false teeth apprentice told me that the dead enjoy better vacations than the living, even though the work is the same. Shorty after thinking this over, I caught Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears at Wasted Space. I imagined that it was going to be a Desco kind of thing, but there was a little more spontaneity and irreverence going on. Grooving and well good. Fucking champion actually, in venues that ain't so stiff, I'll bet they turn the place out.
I started this blog to talk about leopards. The recording has its own interests, its own agenda. its own will to survive. What has to happen when real life and recordings are the same? On Tuesday I changed my name to "What Do You Look Forward To?" and rode on a trampoline through a nightmare and a sports book......
.By way of a sound file, today I'm posting a little five song mix of late sixties- early seventies heavy grooving instrumentals- all unearthed or repressed for some recent compilations...Three of these records came to me courtesy of Rex Dart, Pirate Detective, Bargain DJ extraordinaire and a prince among men. If you are in the Double Down on Monday, buy the guy a shot of Jameson. It's like a karma that can save the planet!
or the coattails of a ghost...This is the sort of thing they expected for your backstage pass: a parody of bowling alleys on Mars and my cup runneth over. A parody of some secretary on your tombstone and a newspaper repairman handing out missing persons: "My kingdom for a coattail"..."my coattail overfloweth"... that sort of thing...No one knows what the leopard is seeking: the sun at noon or the comforts of fashion. So yeah, it's getting pretty cold out. Pretty fucking cold out.
This weekend I saw: I'm The Rabbit, Asterionella @ yayo taco, Black Cherry Blue @ freaking frog The Inoculators @ double down....None of them reinvented the wheel. But they were especially good enough for the low, low price of free- had written all their own songs and made an effort at trying to be interesting...which is more than can be said for most...
Here's what the Zoom H4 says about the weekend, I'm still struggling to get the gain right...
THE INOCULATORS DOUBLE DOWN (this is all kinds of in the red...don't do this with headphones!)
And here's a gift for those of you who are still on the run from the doggcatcher: a few minutes of the dwarves !!! ghent democrazy 1993. low bit rate of a bootleg
"If it was up to me, no one would have anywhere to live. " If I had two nickles to rub together I'd put one in an envelope for Blue Daisy and La Note...I was going to rock this at a little sound we set up in a sushi bar but we shortly got kicked out. The next thing I got asked is some birthday party for the girl who stocks fish sticks in cardboard. I'm not gonna get any further than 2 Live Crew. Call me if you want to show up- it's in some suite or another
i was having dinner at the silver slipper with a baboon named quartz. we were talking about how everything deliberate belonged to an imaginary world...the cups the forks the spoons. his dad was running telephone wire at a charity for spastics. kids with autism cleaned swimming pools and bent movie actors sold furniture to a double exposure with a hell experience. when I looked down on my plate, there were complementary tickets to dog bone molehill versus golf balls on the moon
here's a 7" rip which has a few bits of music that I really use to enjoy. Some of it don't work, like the group with the horns, you have to get into it and cut out the good parts. I used to listen to this on repeat...this, and a six weeks latin america in decline comp----just the flat out present moment at the frontiers of life shortchanged and not even the faintest proximity to careerism and compromise. I'd say that the grindcore, slug and lettuce network is/was fairly well the most genuine culture that I ever caught wind of. Never lived anywhere that had the shows, so I never really had a opportunity to lend my elbow in- that, and other reasons, mainly cowardice and sloth...
the process for annihilation
wadge
the killers
karuma
left in ruins
pre human blasphemy
fuck on the beach
siionin kevat
mahogany
jeanxseberg
arturo
(ain't no clear tracklist on the label or sleeve so it's your guess really)
satan's pimp records
((UPDATE 09/10: link seems to be dead...think it's a file title issue)
speaking of genuine, massive respect to ltj bukem and mc conrad, who recently accomplished the impossible task of touching down in some sterile casino "nightclub" and putting forward some deep soul drum and bass. conrad is far and away the only jungle mc who is solid from start to finish. bukem reminds me of rob hood; there's a sound he's listening to and that vision is going to persist long after all this weeks fashions and players have come, gone, and are long forgotten. he played a little harder and better than the coffee table atmospheric that the start of the century threatened to sweep things into. At it's essence, you get the fusion of effortlessly grooving snares, warm pads and artisan bass.
...Fuck all of completely drunk on Fremont street last night totally sick of every last fucking thing and person in the world and then some...the sound of the human voice makes me want to vomit...just about ready to start sobbing like some tough luck shit lost his only bicycle I walk up to the bar and the guy tells me it is open bar: yes oh yes baby jesus --choir of angels like st peter deciding there's maybe just maybe room for one more... once I'm blind and getting about by touch and feel I get up to some band as close to as loud as it gets. turn out its No Age who i only vaguely knew of. turns out they are fairly good live. thanks, guys
speaking of the vision:
don't think you're ever gonna hear this in the slave pits of las vegas...all the real dancers are fell off and long gone
I've got traktor a little bit figured out and have pretty much taken Lucifer's hand to walk off into the sunset of the dark side. I dislike most of the mixes I've heard people make with it but that doesn't stop me from playing around with it myself. I'd like to abandon all cultures and all genres and make a kitchen sink cacophony mix with it: sound effects and television show soundtracks from all around the world looped and fragmented into something that is pure disorientation.
MIX #7
evidence/fuego dm . flying lotus/ tea leaf dancers. nas/ one love (instro). temperaturesrising (instro)/ mobb deep
(UPDATE 09/10: this divshare link is dead, but i mixed this mix into mix #12: "the other side of time-" which is one of my best DJ efforts- if not THE best, and is currently hosted on soundcloud
I didn't buy any of these tracks. Actually, I bought a bargain bin promo of the first Mobb cd once, but I found the instro on some blog or another. Pulled the Lotus track from You Tube, which might account for the muddiness of it. All in all, I don't have a job, if that makes it any more wrong or right (as if in the long run any of this matters either way). What's the use of music? Is it a pretext for people to get together and interact? Is your leisure time sufficient recompense for work?
as for leisure time in my area, if you are in las vegas you should check out http://www.devilsnight12.com/ on october 24. I'm too feeble to make it there myself, but there's at least a chance that people will have a good time there. Dubstep DJ King, appearing there, throws a monthly party called Smash which actually has a little bit of soul to it. Like I said, I don't enjoy going out anymore...There might be real fun... real parties left in the world, but their networks are closed to the likes of my pestilence...Attendance is always sparse at the events I think will be good. Here is a decent forum for people who try to make things happen on the model of parties in the past http://www.eternalbeats.net/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=15
caught some shows... caught the yeah yeah yeahs one night and the bravery another... The bravery: I didn't think I knew who they were, I went because there was free booze and I thought there would be decent looking girls there. Turns out that i knew some of their songs, they played a couple things:("so, that's who plays that song. ") I guess it was OK- it was free. The yeah yeah yeahs were OK as well, a diverse crowd- some of their songs were kind of grooving but there weren't enough rhythms going on to really make you move.
took this picture at the RATT concert at the hard rock pool last weekend. there's not much to say about a RATT concert in 2009...(or the hard rock pool)...that you can't already imagine. When you live in Vegas, this kind of stuff is free (thank you spyonvegas.com)
Another free metal show this month: The Mentors at Fire Fox Lounge...
I whipped out my Zoom H4 and got a pretty good sounding recording of their set. Here's the opening number..
Some guy was running around with a video camera and said he was going to put the whole thing up on youtube. I suppose if you are a diehard mentors fan, you should keep checking for it. If you're out there and you want the whole show, i can post it for you. Hopefully, you got something to trade...I caught them in 2007 and they were a lot more abusive and obnoxious. This time around it was late and the crowd was thin...
The H4 is a pretty sweet piece of recorder...I took it to see the Donnas at wasted space, however, and the auto gain didn't compensate for the volume and all I got was distortion...A lot of bands come through vegas and play video poker bars for free, I catch about 3 a week on average...I thought about getting into the habit of having the recorder handy and posting a song or two of whomever I stumble on, but it probably won't happen...
As far as vegas-located bands go, I made this decent recording of one of the better ones, a garage pop raw vocaled trio, the tinglerz
I used to live in LA 91..92.. sometime about then. I was dirt poor...I used to go to the thrift store and buy 10 cent cassettes so that I could put masking tape over the holes and tape the radio. KXLU had some specialty shows that were really hitting. Blues Hotel, Psychotechnics, Reggae Music Forward, and the subject of this blog post: the Molotov Cocktail Hour...
A quick internet search tells me that Cyrano and Senor Amor are still on the air today-
50's and 60's lounge, exotica, soundtracks, frank's world.
one summer i went through the 20 or so molotov tapes I had and arranged my favorite moments onto a cdr...the tape would often run out before the announcers could run over the tunes, so a lot of the titles are lost to me...some of it is pretty obscure: if you listen to this and can chat off some IDs to me I'd be grateful-...i know there's some yma sumac in their...some perrey and kingsley...there are some good, ridiculous, and ridicuously good tunes on this:
MIX #5:
0:00 "caravan" by ?
2:03 !!!
5:00
6:58
9:01
14:06
16:22 !!!
18:25
21:19
22:30
24:50
26:57 perrey kingsley
29:35 !!!
30:05 !!!
30:24 !!! what melody is this?
32:50
35:19 yma sumac
37:07 "a certain smile" astrud gilberto
38:27
40:00
43:10
(UPDATE 09/10: link is dead on divshare (another vote for soundcloud.com in my book) and the cdr that i made this from has got some skips in it...)
so, where to begin?
the liner notes indicate that this is Fields 44th album...44 albums!!! but, this...this, my friend, is his first time on record as a vocalist! So-how does Irving do at the mike? This album wss kind of a paradox, really. It wasn't so bad that it was good. Know what I mean? Like, the kind of record you love because it annoys people to the height of take that off agony...heh heh hehThere's 4 ok instros and some wah wah on here. I used the allseeing eye of google to track down Irving and apparently he's 90 something years old playing piano 6 nights a week in some NYC restaurant. Here's to you, Irving.... I mean, "fried flying fish" is not exactly "blowin in the wind" but you gave it your best shot, buddy
my rip at 320---once again.... no groove glide
(UPDATE: 09/10: Link is dead and I've lost the file! Still have the record if you are interested in it comment or email me)
one of my last successes with a one take continuous beat matched mix about...shit...three years now. you can
hear me rubbing my sloppy hands all over the platters and I have to EQ away from some train wrecks...but the tunes are all solid. (all vinyl and a pioneer 500)
....i used to need it more faceless and metallic than this. the tribal stuff was my idea of a concession.
The pounding, slamming 4/4 really helped me keep the car on the freeway and now that it's dead I sometimes feel like percussion itself might have ran its course. I'm pretty much west coast now...the tech and the hi-tempo never really had an audience even when it was in fashion elsewhere.
MIX #4:
be patient the first 22 sec are too quiet. (sorrY)
just read that the Electric Daisy Carnival pulled in 40000 on a friday and 90000 on a saturday...what a behemoth...i was there in 99 at the water park and it was one of the most otherworldly things i've ever been to. of course that was less than 10000, all groking out on some: 'I can't believe this is happening' close encounters-type vibe...whole different animal, now. Just hoping the audiences have become big enough to fracture off into more expressive sounds
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big up gridface...whose interview with Hieroglyphic Being whose interview with Hieroglyphic Being really got me to stop and think about what people should expect from music...and the tremendous personal failing on my own part...I'd be interested in knowing which of those Members Only discs is worth tracking down. The only Moss production I own is a Sun God 7" which has a great sound but the composition could use a better edit. I'd also like to get the Sound of Music ep (based on the boomkat sample). any advice from somebody who knows his catalog would be appreciated
other stuff that I wish I had: the King Midas on Hyperdub...some of that Bug stuff was ace and that "Cool Out" track is righteous.
I've been staring at a computer monitor for 20 hours straight. what I've been thinking about, underneath it all, is a sound nearby where no one was reflecting on themselves- but that's nowhere near how it is in the here and now.
couple of great new blogs if you are interested in unmixed dance 12"s: rippedinglasgow and techtech2009 (RIP)...posting some ace out of print techno and house 12"s from the underground masterminds of rave. shed a couple tears, frankly...while a lot of it's too stompy or too crap pressing, there's some real deep genius if you look hard enough
speaking of the golden age of rave, the fabio 10.08.96 that's up on the metalheadz site is tits and a bag a chips...Every record he plays is classic of unique...right after the "groove therapy" beatdown the airy deep "threshold" drops and you are officially done in...
http://ravearchive.com/ has some of the tapes you use to drool over on the pureacid site...been knocking that up left and right
I've ripped one of my favorite tapes for all my anonymous friends out there
MIX #3
Apollo & J Boogie - 2 Styles Fu is a 2X4 jungle mix where the turntabilism really brings a grooving selection to the next level. I've listened to this damn thing 30-40 times and I never get sick of it. one cat mixes and the other scratches and the sum is more than the parts...The other side is lost, it was hip-hop...I got the tracklist somewhere. I remember gang related, congo natty, lil kim and kraftwerk...yeah, really...its good.
if ya wanna download this clicking on the divshare logo should take you to a link
(UPDATE 09/10: link is dead...i think it has to do with not having a unique file name on the divshare servers!!!)
hope sandoval has a new song out...for an album in september...fair, but the chorus could be better...candidness of the vocals is as arresting as ever...which is a nice surprise
Here's a video that I made ten thousand and fourteen years ago. It stars son of chipped tooth to count every grain of sand from a shopping cart versus no parking you will be towed versus the elbow of new, perverted romance- Now we are at last alone and always:
MIX #2:
A mix here from the early days of the cdr...before shuffle and the mp3 player made them as obsolete as the cassette.
I usually like to overlap the tracks on a mix just so someone will go away wanting the original versions. The sound quality on this, however, is a little less than the originals, so I'm letting it go as is...Ridiculous to believe it matters, actually, as it's scarcely likely to see much traffic.
"atxtlx- it takes the physical- ten days o.MP3"
1) arthur lyman from the too well rounded "Taboo" trigger records comp ...i remember listening to the martin denny easter special back on kxlu, eating refried beans out of a can, thumbing the amok books catalog and sacrificing virgins to satan. big up cyrano and dj amour and the molotov cocktail hour...i got a comp i made of their radio show and its going up soon!
2) theme from la dolce vida, obviously. Of course, this was recorded a number of times. This version is from a cassette tape, i think it was called music of nina rota...
3) if anybody knows what the hell this indie j-pop is email me immediately..it was on some comp i played on the radio back in 97 and i took this from a cassette of that show...im zero tolerance for anything remotely twee, but the broken english and the winsome solo on this tear me up everytime i hear this a hundred times since
4) shags inspired drummer going to town here. The band: Smoosh off of their"she like electric" CD. the gimmick was that these girls were, like, six years old when they recorded this, the only good cut on the CD...the reverb and flange carry the track over...
5) bonus cut off of the Big Youth Screaming Target reissue. I like the Dreadlocks Dread and Natty Cultural Dread a little more as LPs, really...If i was trapped on a desert island seventies Jamaican music would be enough to replace everything else...come to think of it... just about Babylonians as far as the eyes can see now...desert island about the sum of it, really
6) i bought the screaming target reissue at the delirious tower fire sale and sold it on ebay for what i paid. when tower died, it was really the end. it never a place to score something exceptionally rare or cheap, but it was reliable. you could go to a foreign city and there were flyers...zines in the rack. above all, it was a place to go when you didn't have anyplace else to go. a poor excuse for public space, but that was the century
7) Village Callers live...Vampisoulreissue. Whoa!!!...If you put this on and people don't dance, drop the fader and go home...seriously. The rest of this lp is good but this segment is in the zone...man did these kids have some heart!!
8)-9) Aztecs Little streets from Back from the Grave 5...Crazy how i can download 1000 garage 45's in the span of the two hours...Of all the people who made this possible, Tim Warren is king- if something was shit, he would call it shit...When garage bangers were expensive and hard to discover, that meant a lot...You bastards are spoiled- when I was a kid, you had to walk ten miles barefoot in the snow for a single garage punk unknowns comp.
8)-10) I think the CD was "chicago harmonica blues"???... Whatever the case, the cuts are: willie foster cryin the blues...blues sunnyland smith highway 61...found this cd in the used record store at Lou's. If you're ever hanging out in the breezy, vacuous san diego wasteland, go spend all of your money at Lou's. Unless you're a trust fund brat on the ken and barbie tip, the beaches north of sd are better as well.
11) appreciate it if you could tell me what this is...i vaguely remember it was some lyrichord battle of the African bands thing
12) Dark Comedy Plankton...fuck is this deep...the city at night for real...every Larkin track has some element that shows imagination but this has got the breadth and the balance...Only Q is better, and that is only just because of the monumental strings drop.
2 record players and a cd player straight into the computer
untitled- butchwax- butt ugly dirt style breaks LP
soundbites from EBN, Dr. Dooom, and Grabbies cdr
-miko mika. attitude- 666 EP (Post Present Medium, 2007) 12"
-hipshakes. see me coming- shake their hips slovenly 12"
teengenerate- gonna feel alright- sympathy for the record industry 10" fag cop.- automatic kansas- milk and herpes 7"
((NOTE 09/10: link is no longer responding and I may have lost this file...divshare is no soundcloud!!))
A year later, swan tablecloth set fire to a wig and exchanged fashions of sacrifice with a mechanical seahorse. Is that your magazine editor? he asked. The seahorse had no reply. Gestures of failings you knew and loved announcing nosalgia as your epitaph. If you don't murder yourself, you can't expect others to do it for you. Cows admire themselves in the mirror while fucking. Sales tax. A ghost with a glass of wine. If nothing can be forgotten, nothing can be remembered. A dog with the head of a fish.
I recorded most all of the live music presented in this blog, in and around Las Vegas NV, and my only criteria for pressing the button was that the band had their own songs and it was cheap to get in. Some of these bands are much better than others, most of them I don't like at all... but you certainly might- since anyone could be reading this, I can't make any presumptions...
The vinyl rips and mixes are more usually things I'd recommend to people. Things that personally amused me.
I myself rarely take the time to comment on things I surf over, but hello is welcome! Of course, this is obviously nothing more than a deranged attempt at wasting time.
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drinks at the doubledown SWINGSHIFT SIDESHOW ....where a clown took the six of diamonds to his face by way of a staplegun and a married couple ran a skewer through their biceps...shot darts from a blowgun by means of a provocatively talented cooch and ran yard long screws through the nostrils be means of a power drill...big up the sideshow. always wishing that there was more of this sort of thing, just like walking down the street a dead rabbit juggling bowling pins ...in fact wishing the majority
