Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Crowning Jim Crow.


The new day’s inspiring icon is he who painted in three-piece suits, intensely studied theology for kicks, was the best brush man in the world for a prime twenty years or so, believed that cobalt could made people fertile, wrote prose that makes William Blake read like an adopted-black-kid sitcom, and convinced a girl to whom he gave abominable VD to let him crash at her place for like a decade. Russia was his long gone heaven, which with loathing he ran from, then put a halo ‘round forever. He also did more to sell the world on the idea that audio and visual mediums could be unified than anyone before or after. Street Fighter II Turbo was born with his mother’s sonic boom, her afterbirth a seeping watercolor utopia, that which two World Wars were waged to destroy.

Soulseek has brought gifts from the mountaintop which we will pet while George tells us about the farm and rabbits. I like the suspenseful cowbell-countoffs and pauses in this, an album stoned and Stones-ed in all the right ways. Just pack some Jack and sandwiches to get past the always-unappreciated Stealers’ Wheel cover and faux-Dixie come-ons. I also like the strong finish and stronger start of this one, even if the middle is repetitive kettle corn laced with harmonies that could grate cheese by third listen. To have track one be your creative peak is a pornographer’s blessing and curse. And this might be the best of the bunch when it spares us the Twilight Zone harping and Bjork-in-the-high-school-production-of-Oklahoma! vocal warm-ups. The guitarsmanship will have you downing vitamin C and playing connect-the-trails.

What’s with this music that is in some spots ripe and others pulpy? These records, when amalgamated into a remix, could be a phalanx in any club from Portland to the Other Portland. In Chuck E. Chaplin’s foreseen modern timez, why must I even make my own subdivisions between what is “liked” and “disliked”? Was hasn’t a whipper/snapper of necessary means and bravado already mashed these three into a clean, ironic paste with whitening and peroxide? Why is it that the new learning box can take us to the river, but still can’t grab us by the hair and baptize us into the Blade Runners we were promised we’d be by now? O Big Brother, Where Art Thou? That last one too obvious and a total rhythm killer? I agree whole-heartedly!

I leave you with a fine example of someone being funny. Specifically, writing funny. To be more precise still, funny writing from one who has taken the stupid joke that people who don’t know or care about sports make everytime they’re forced to watch sports and made it into something beautiful. Come often and don't just browse: limited-run paperbacks about “opulent shadows” and bike chain photography don’t pay for their idiosyncratic selves.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Game Hen Roost in Ibiza.


I (THEY TOOK JFK AWAY A SECOND TIME TODAY.)

Ossie Davis is dead at 87, which should hit you in the crosshairs if you've liked seeing American film and theatre's intelligence quotient raised greatly over the last fifty years or so. This guy was grand royal: legitimately one of the best actors in the world since your parents were in footsie pajamas. You may remember him as Da Mayor in Do the Right Thing, the Reverend in Jungle Fever, and more recently as the best parts of Baadasssss! and Bubba Ho-Tep, the latter of which would have won him some major league statue-bling in a just world. He also found time to direct some of the best films of a genre called blaxploitation (Cotton Comes to Harlem, Countdown at Kusini, and an excellent 1973 sleeper called Gordon's War, in which black Vietnam vets ride around Harlem on motorcycles and wail on pimps and pushers), though his works sought to exploit no one but the willfully ignorant and unwashed bigots that his heroes took to beating the shit out of. He was branded a communist by McCarthy when to be one was suicide, yet refused to name names like that of friend Paul Robeson before the House of Un-American Activities, despite his precarious position of being a minority in the fifties. Did I mention the dude gave both Malcolm X and MLK's eulogies? That is bonkers. Think on that shit for an minute and get back to me.

His voice was something not unlike Mingus' bass: capable of sweetness and whimsy as well as tears of woe and regret. I had a dream once in which my parents abandoned me and my sister. Davis walked down my street as we sat on the curb, before squatting down next to us and telling me that things would turn out fine, that his wife was on her way. And it's obviously not like I ever met the dude either. But I knew his face, and his truth-seeking stare, and I will miss that pride and vigor.

II (AT MY FUNERAL, LET THEM LAUGH LIKE THIS: A TANGENT OF GOMORRAH.)

nick replied: WOW DELA WORKS AT YOUR SCHOOL
nick replied: HE CAN LIKE, TELL YOU WHAT TO DO
WRMeS: WOW
WRMeS: he can like, file a lot of incoherent applications
nick replied: WOW ANIMAL COLLECTIVE/SUNBURNED AT HAMPSHEE AT THE BEGINNING OF APRIL
WRMeS: HOLY SHIT HOW MANY TIMES WILL YOUR REMIND ME ABOUT A SHOW THAT'S 3+ MONTHS AWAY
nick replied: MANY MANY MORE
WRMeS: APPARENTLY
nick replied: THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND TIME, AND THERE WAS NOT A SUFFICIENT STAIN OF JEALOUSY ON YOUR PANTS THE FIRST GO-AROUND
WRMeS: WELL I SAW THEM PLUS A SHITTY BROOKLYN BAND RECENTLY
WRMeS: LIKE BOTH OF THEM BITCHES
WRMeS: HEY HAVE YOU SEEN THIS DAVID LYNCH MOVIE WITH NICOLAS CAGE IN IT
nick replied: WHAT WILD AT HEART
nick replied: YEAH WITH DAFOE CHEWIN' ON SKULLS AND WHATNOT
nick replied: THIS IS THE STEVE SHOW NOT THE NED SHOW
WRMeS: WORTH MY SEVEN DOLLA$
WRMeS: WOW I JUST FINISHED WATCHING THAT SHIT
WRMeS: SUPA BOOTLEG
WRMeS: DO YOU REALLY THINK IT'S COOL TO HIT THE SAUCE WHEN YOU GOT A BUN IN THE OVEN
nick replied: I LIKE WHEN HE GETS ALL SAD ABOUT NOT BEING ON NIC CAGE AND LAURA DERN'S PIRATE DEFENSE SQUAD
WRMeS: YEAH TOTALLY RIGHTEOUS
nick replied: WAIT WHEN DID YOU SEE THOSE BANDS
WRMeS: LIKE A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO
WRMeS: IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BLACK DICE/ANIMAL COLLECTIVE. BUT...WAIT FOR IT...
WRMeS: NO DICE!!!
nick replied: BANG
nick replied: SON THIS NEEDS TO BE A VAUDEVILLE ROUTINE
nick replied: I SAY MR VLADIMIR, HAVE YOU ATTENDED ANY LOCALE AMUSEMENTS IN YOUR NATIVE BOROUGH OF THE COMMONWEALTH THIS SAESON
WRMeS: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
nick replied: WHATEVER CAPS LOCK SAVES IT
WRMeS: RIGHT
nick replied: HOW WAS SANDY'S BIRTHDAY
WRMeS: SHIT FELL THROUGH
WRMeS: THE MAN MADE HIM SLAVE AWAY
nick replied: WAIT HE HAD TO WORK THAT SHITTY DINER ON HIS BIRTHDAY
WRMeS: YEAH AND THE DAY AFTER WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TRIPPED OUT KOOL OUT TIME
nick replied: WACK
WRMeS: HE HAD A PARTY LAST NIGHT BUT HE WASN'T GETTING OFF TIL LATENIGHT
nick replied: WACK SQUARED
nick replied: I GOTTA GO TALK TO A GIRL
WRMeS: OOCHIE WALLY
nick replied: STAY FRESH
nick replied: OH MAN, ALSO, RENT THIS JARMUSCH MOVIE
nick replied: CALLED STRANGER THAN PARADISE
WRMeS: OK MR RUMFUCK
nick replied: IT'S ABOUT BEING A RUSSIAN IMMIGRANT AND IT'S MAD FUNNY, AND RAMMELZEE PUTS IN THE DOPE CAMEO
WRMeS: THAT JUST MADE ME NOT WANT TO SEE IT
WRMeS: IS IT JUST LIKE THAT MOSCOW ON THE HUDSON OR WHATEVER. CAUSE THAT'D BE JUST GREAT
nick replied: POLICE ACADEMY 4
nick replied: THE ONE WHERE THEY GET YELTZIN'S CLONE BLIZZED
WRMeS: DAMN

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Cronus Newsun Appleseed.

From the Jan 31, 2005 USA TODAY:

U.S. students say press freedoms go too far

One in three U.S. high school students say the press ought to be more restricted, and even more say the government should approve newspaper stories before readers see them, according to a survey being released today.

The survey of 112,003 students finds that 36% believe newspapers should get "government approval" of stories before publishing; 51% say they should be able to publish freely; 13% have no opinion. Asked whether the press enjoys "too much freedom," not enough or about the right amount, 32% say "too much," and 37% say it has the right amount. Ten percent say it has too little.

The survey of First Amendment rights was commissioned by the John S. and James L. Knight Foundation and conducted last spring by the University of Connecticut. It also questioned 327 principals and 7,889 teachers. The findings aren't surprising to Jack Dvorak, director of the High School Journalism Institute at Indiana University in Bloomington. "Even professional journalists are often unaware of a lot of the freedoms that might be associated with the First Amendment," he says. The survey "confirms what a lot of people who are interested in this area have known for a long time," he says: Kids aren't learning enough about the First Amendment in history, civics or English classes. It also tracks closely with recent findings of adults' attitudes. "It's part of our Constitution, so this should be part of a formal education," says Dvorak, who has worked with student journalists since 1968.

Although a large majority of students surveyed say musicians and others should be allowed to express "unpopular opinions," 74% say people shouldn't be able to burn or deface an American flag as a political statement; 75% mistakenly believe it is illegal. The U.S. Supreme Court in 1989 ruled that burning or defacing a flag is protected free speech. Congress has debated flag-burning amendments regularly since then; none has passed both the House and Senate.

If you just read that and don't have any absinthe or lobotomy saws lying around the house, go get knowledged on great science future whilst mounting the sound of great science past. Also having happened today, or yesterday, or hours ago:

  1. A federal judge ruled against the administration’s policy of keeping motherfuckers in hotboxes that make your elementary school locker look like Shaq’s house.
  2. I smoked two bowls with my dealer while he told me how business is good, and how business will stay the same as the seasons change, because “heady nuggets be sold when both sun-drenched and cold.”