up for the downstroke

BEFOREHAND FROM THE AFTERLIFE:

2010...I lost a few pages of the calender in the role of a ghoul starring as a valet on loan from a bankrobber: that was my epitaph and my coin in the fountain. But there is another sort of calender, far more exact and dangerous:

...The calender's name is Plaster of Paris. He often appears in the guise of a garage salesman, or a ballet editor, often alluding to obscure degrees from the televisions of Europe. When a thousand ships are launched, the calender will be found advancing parodies of a garage to the most extravagantly flawed pretensions. When cornered, he can divide apples into thirds...If seen, use extreme caution and do not attempt to detain the calender yourself, act naturally and alert some figurehead of higher authority...




THE CLYDESDALE YAYO'S TACOS 010910 acoustic set...alt-country...strong vocals


THE CHOKE DOUBLE DOWN 010910 straight ahead rawk...detroit ghosts and misfit/ramones anthem chorus


CLINTON PARLIAMENT FUNKADELIC BUFFALO BILLS 012310 8 minutes of groove on a catfish colllins style riff...belita sings about taking it to the bridge but it keeps chugging



I've been sifting through as many files and programs as one hundred percent of my bandwidth can take in, but I can't say there's too many that bear mentioning. I've had a change to bash around with Native Instrument's Massive, which really is capable of some arresting sounds...

kind of digging the lo-fi reverb and wandering drum rhythm on the Topaz Rags Capricorn LP. Have the people responsible recorded anything better?...

I can count good Dubstep tunes on one hand, but Matty G came through Smash with some downtempo jams with a really deep sound...

I finally made it to the Farm, if they had something that was worth checking out, the space is set up pretty well as far as the stage and sound system...all ages these days =lots of melodramatic band names...

Sometimes you forget not only people and places, but entire ideas. The meanings of ideas as real things. When you can't sell an occasion, it is the real symbol of something. When all occasions are sold, you and I will have died.

hell bent for leather

All endings are fortunate. Every story ends with its own murder: "What do you do?" "Where are you from?" I went with some crossed out roomrate broker to play virtual golf. The facade of Bar PT: a mortuary for baboons. By then everybody had practiced what they would tell the cameras: "I knew that braining donkeys with a rubber mallet wasn't what I was meant to do with my life!" It was all deja vu and a reenactment at ten paces. The best word she had a handle on was:"Jaded," I really hadn't recognized her from one thousand and twenty six years before- her hair was platinum blonde then and I was better with names.

Believe it or not, it takes a lot of time to write this crap.

imitation elvis just got evicted from the house by the edge of sunset park... my ninety one year old grandmother says hello.


A PACK OF WOLVES YAYO'S TACOS 010310 one guy on vocals and guitar one on drums keyboard backing track


STARSKATE YAYO'S TACOS 010310 guitar bass drums set - 13 minute long hard-metallish freak out with complex song structure


HUNGRY CLOUD ??? THE BUNKHOUSE 010110 5 piece straight ahead pop




On Monday the aquarium froze completely solid. I could see a phone line and the three of spades struck though with a knife into the pooltable. Some gaptoothed Romanian brought her Pelican behind the bar and made my coke dealer and I spaghetti. All the people that had to kill themselves in the morning tried to find a picture of themselves in magazines before leaving.

expressway to your skull

Went to new years eve eve party at The Box Office- which is to say all of it was out of time for you and I...and even out of space for you, dear reader, looking at this through the telescope of your internet distant world...10 or so bands for as many dollars, a very well run event between two rooms: when one band started
another began...All ages, but very stiff margaritas at charming little mexican restaurant across the way...A Kahlo shrine in the lounge and a gray haired Ranchero DJ with more stories of what was gone than all the discs in his machine

got about fifty minutes of five bands with the recorder, i need some help with the names cause the valium moon was a full blur on the horizon



1 punk by way of hardcore


2 ska band with horns and a few fairly talented players (THE REMEDIES ???)


3 THE LIPSTICK KILLAS- guitar drums keyboard, 80's new wave influenced vocal


4 anthemic punk four piece from canada

4 THE OBJEX




5 MURDER MAJESTY


in dread of the new year...here are four of the deepest cuts I've ever heard from the island: i dropped the bitrate on this because you need to get them from a source much closer than me

1) tappa as inspired as you can get over a horace andy dub
2) i got this off a reggae music forward broadcast...not sure who the vocalist is but the production sounds like perry at the ark- one love if you can clue me in (or even can't)
3) "death trap" by one or another name depending on who presses it...stan rankin t used to run this behind him in an announcement for his kunv show and the flute draws you in every time
4) satta dub from rockers uptown

kites are fun

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

night drive (thru babylon)

...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






THEE SWANK BASTARDS- DOUBLE DOWN SALOON- 12/17/09


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:

the three dimensions of greta

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!

MIX #8:



the diplomats ubiquity
porno groove secret stash
rare mod acid jazz
g.i. funk payback
twistin rumble twistin rumble

...If you wanna ride... don´t ride the white horse...

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...


ASTERIONELLA FREAKING FROG


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