Sunday, November 1st, 2009

Death By Pumpkin

Homemade treats, better late than never, yes?

Orange starts to run... )

As a post-holiday bonus, Astropuppees sings "Orange."
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Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

I Have No Idea What I'm Talking About...

...So here are Thomasina Winslow and Marco Haber covering an old song by The Steve Miller band.



Also, I'm really glad to see that my old pal Alan Smithee is back after a too-long absence.

As you were.
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Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

brokenworld

Eyes to see, eyes to see
But I had to look away
Didn't want my eyes to see
Coming of Judgment Day
Judgment Day, Judgment Day
Time has come at last
Saying last shall be first
And first shall be last

First is last...
First is last... )

-- Kate Schutt, 2001
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Friday, January 16th, 2009

The World Needs More Southpaw R&B

Don't argue with me.

Barbara Lynn (born 1942 Beaumont, TX) "Misty Blue," 2005.



And BTW, we never got to see Alice Stuart last week. The roads were rained/snowed/iced out and she couldn't get to Portland. Another reason to hate climate change, in case anyone needed another reason. Thank You.
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Monday, January 5th, 2009

That Thing You Need...

Classical Simpsons Theme



So nobody's going to try and figure out my New Year's Resolution, huh ? You dogs. Sure, I routinely vanish from this space for six months at a stretch with no explanation, but that's no excuse for you all to wander off without my permission. Shameful.
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Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

White Woman Steals The (Country-Fried Electric) Blues !

In under nine minutes !! (Complete with fake gunplay at the end.)

Aw, cram everything. Some days you've just got to have Alice Stuart jamming on "Wild Bill Jones." I hereby take back every rude thing I've said about Washington State since they booted me in the teeth six months ago.*

...So pass around your long-necked bottle
Let's all go out on a spree
Last night was the last of Wild Bill Jones
Tomorrow's gonna' be the last of me
Last night was the last of Wild Bill Jones
Tomorrow's gonna' be the last of me.
**



*Until tomorrow, then all bets are on again.

**Take note, Portlanders. Alice will be at the Laurelthirst Public House on 1/7/09. You're going with me, aren't you ? Aren't you ?!?!
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Thursday, August 21st, 2008

A Woman's Place IS In The Groove !

Hell, Yes... )

I am officially mad at no one today. 8)
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Friday, July 4th, 2008

'Ask Not What' Revisited, PLUS: Bluegrass Fireworks

...I would like to enhance Kennedy's famous words on this 4th of July when the country sets off on another celebration of gross militarism and the deaths of millions of people while we never pay tribute to our First Nation peoples who were exterminated so white Europeans could despoil a beautiful land. My new proposal for the 21st C. is:

Ask not what humanity can do for you, but what you can do for humanity...

...WE need to open our eyes and not blindly follow politicians because of the letter that goes after their names on the ballot. In almost every case this election season since the presumptive nominees have been declared, it has been very difficult to distinguish the D from the R. WE should be demanding more from politicians and not allow the lowest common denominator to grovel and pander his way into the oval office, again. Haven't we had enough?

What WE can do for humanity right now is break our individual ties to War, Inc. WE have to educate our children that politicians like Obama just want them to do the dirty work of War, Inc and have no feelings or compassion for their cannon fodder or the families of the cannon fodder who will be mourning instead of celebrating this weekend...


-- Congressional Candidate Cindy Sheehan, from a column called "Ask Not What," posted at After Downing Street, 7/3/08.

Meanwhile, Laura Love puts the color back in Bluegrass.
A capsule history and some sweet sounds, too. )

Play safe with those explosives.
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Saturday, June 28th, 2008

Mr. Ringlet's Neighborhood, PLUS: The Past Is The Present Is The Future.

I try to get down to the KBOO Book & Record Sale every year. This morning I showed up at the usual time, fortified with homemade iced coffee;Only to be loftily informed by some smug brat in ringlets that they had a new rule: If you were a paying member of the station, you could get in at opening time for first crack at the donated goods. Otherwise, you could wait outside for an hour, like as a second-class citizen.

I stood there for a moment or two, pondering how I was a member of the station for several years before my income took a steep dive from which it has never recovered. Also how I'd told so many people out of state what a community asset the station was. I thought about all the goods I'd donated to their sales over the years and all the goods I'd purchased as well. I thought about the art I'd donated to them for use in their newsletter late last year;The art they'd never returned to me as they'd promised to.

I told Mr. Ringlet that I'd go spend my cash, such as it was, at the online Megalo-Marts, since it was clear that his station didn't want it.

It's *Still* Money That Matters )
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Wednesday, May 7th, 2008

The Current (News) Always Has The Final Say

Sorry. I awoke full of plans today for posting something somehow relating to current events*, somewhere. But frankly this week already reeks like rotten eggs and I'm not up for it. So here's some Irma Thomas singing "Back-Water Blues" (accompanied by Allen Toussaint in 2006) instead.



She knows what she's singing about. (Link to a news clip from 2005.)

Also here's a link to Thomas' home page. Lots of goodies for sale. You know you wanna' go. ;)

*All right. Never mind.
Irma makes a liar of me, and strangely I'm perfectly okay with that. )
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Saturday, April 19th, 2008

"My Hand Is Steady And My Eye Is Cold..."

...except when I'm jumping up and down and shrieking like a deranged teenager over news like this:

Was (Not Was) has re-formed !! Eeeeee !!!!!!!!

...The roar of the greasepaint, though, was ultimately too enticing to resist, and so Don and Dave have gathered the old gang together again for Boo!, which picks up where they left off [with 1990's *Are You Okay* disc], shrinking the years away with its blend of muscular funk, sweet soul and sardonic lyrical smarts. The band's most potent weapon is its triple-pronged vocal attack, with Sweet Pea Atkinson's gruff bark supported, in classic gospel quartet manner, by the smoother, higher tones of Sir Harry Bowens and Donald Ray Mitchell. Together, they bring authenticity and emotional impact to even the weirdest of Was lyrics... --Andy Gill at *The Independent* 4/4/08


As for all of you, my so-called friends, how you WILL pay for having kept this amazing news from me for so long. I know you all did it on purpose. Don't give me that innocent look on this, the cusp of such a holy evening. I get in my forklift and leave a huge wooden crate of shame on every last one of your doorsteps. That mark you left on your door won't deter me, as I'm not the Angel of Death but rather something far, far worse.
C.O.D. Sign here, you dirty dogs. )
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Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

Convalescing In America's Dairyland, PLUS "The Lonely Man" Has A Beautiful Child

Last week just wasn't all that great, and as a result I was, er, inspired to rent The Trial of the Incredible Hulk*. It's a bad habit of mine when sad to fill the nearest large container with cut-rate fondue and soak my head in it for as long as it takes to feel less like crap. It was a decidedly entertaining way to kill an hour and a few minutes. In fact when it was over, I felt a vague and decidedly upside-down disappointment. Trial wasn't anywhere near as mind-blowingly awful as presumably non-depressed humans (or even those who know a lot about actual comic book heroes) implied in their reviews. Also I regret not having time to watch it all over again tomorrow so I can create an exhaustive checklist of all the plot holes. Not the least of which is that the Hulk's alter ego has a beard but the Hulk doesn't. [snerk] Luckily the bigger, stronger, faster mice were gleefully chewing away starting about forty-five seconds in. Once again, I'm spared having to do any heavy lifting while in a deteriorated emotional state. :/

Posthumous message to Bill Bixby: My heartfelt congratulations on A) Finally finding a pair of straight-leg jeans and B) Letting yourself get talked for once out of yet another plot where you're messing around with some woman young enough to be your daughter. If you'd left that to the other 99.9% of show biz, I'd have even fonder memories of you.

Can This Post Be Saved ? )

*As a card-carrying Generation-X nerd and one-time Marvel junkie, I consider the schande of watching this now to pale considerably next to the schande of having initially missed it. How could this have happened ? Oh, never mind. Virtually nothing I was doing in 1989 is worth discussing here. Also I didn't have a TV.
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Sunday, January 27th, 2008

A New, Improved Modest Proposal, PLUS Vi Redd Wails Like There's No Tomorrow

I wonder how far Obama is willing to go with this collective punishment idea. Obviously, denying Palestinians access to food and medicine isn't intended to directly prevent the missile attacks (unless Obama lives in a magical world in which missiles are constructed of pita bread and fueled by aspirin). So the only "strategy" here is to inflict enough pain on the Palestinians to cause them to rethink their support of Hamas.

But if it's really about bringing the pain to people who aren't attacking Israel, in the hope they'll turn on the guys who are attacking Israel, then why stop with cutting off food? Why not give them food, but put poison in it? Too extreme? Okay, how about putting something in the food that gives them really, really bad stomachaches? I mean, they have to be shown there's a cost for their "support" of terrorists, right?

And can anyone think of a historical example where a "strategy" of this sort actually worked? Where it didn't cause people to rally around exactly the leadership we don't want them to support? Did the blitz cause Londoners to turn against Churchill, did 9/11 cause Americans to turn against Bush?

But sometimes I forget, they're not like us. -- "Steve B," as quoted by John Caruso 1/25/08.


The Distant Ocean is always a good read. The thread that inspired this quote is right before it.

I had somebody comment in my direction earlier today that, well, of course Obama has to take a hard line with the Palestinians so he can remain (cough) "viable." Ah, yes. The eternal argument that a guy who lies to you to get the job will magically stop lying once he has it safely secured for four years. Pull my other one, True Believers.

If you can't abide my shit attitude yet again, you'll just have to peek behind the cut for this week's music segment. )

Now I'm going to have some more coffee and some more headache powder. I've fucking earned it.
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Sunday, January 20th, 2008

A Rerun, But Still Appropriate

A (clumsy) transcription*, and one I've posted before on other people's pages/boards. But to me it never gets stale.

June Jordan (1936-2002):
Freedom Now Suite, Pt. 1

-----------------------------

The King was marching through the Mississippi mud
The King was moving towards a land of milk and honey

Honey people murder mercy USA
The milk-land turned to monsters
Teach to kill to violate
Pull down destroy the weakly freedom growing fruit from being born


America )

*Via June Jordan's excellent collaboration with pianist Adrienne Torf.

Lots of other info on Jordan available here.
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Saturday, January 12th, 2008

Never Comin' Home, b/w Stolen Moments

Loyalty oaths are a crock of shit. Almost as bad as the kind you have to consciously sign are the ones you find you'd unconsciously signed. You think you've found a friendly lodging where at least a few people will share your quirks and then just like that, you realize that you can't live there any more.

I've bailed on [info]debunkingwhite. I've learned a lot from the space and made what I think are some valuable connections. Maybe you folks who I've connected with will now be done with me, too. Well, that's your right. But frankly I can't abide all the pro-Obama hype over there and the subliminal fine print that seems to say that nobody can be a committed anti-racist unless they want to genuflect before the glory of Obama. I don't genuflect before Democrats. I think the party is a loathsome pile of shit that more or less gave Bush a blank check to do whatever the fuck he wanted. Which includes continuing to wage both a global and domestic race war that's plenty vicious even if it doesn't quite measure up in clarity to the baroque fantasies of villain-du-jour, Ron Paul. I don't sign loyalty oaths to any Democrat, in the name of any cause, anywhere. For that reason and many, many others.

You are good people doing important work. In some ways I wish I was more like you, but not in this way. It infuriates and grieves me to see you falling for a charlatan from a party teeming with charlatans. I just don't, in my heart of hearts, believe that he gives a damn about the things you give a damn about. I think he's a user running with other users. More anger and more grief is something I don't need to seek out deliberately, as it finds me on its own most of the time. I've been through this before. I've been the "bad feminist," the "bad Unionist," the "bad Jew," etc. because I left the DP and refuse to come back. Life goes on.

...If people ask me why I have to roam
I say that 90% of all accidents occur in the home...
-- Peter Case


Stolen Moments from the Anti-Divine Madman )
[Cross-posted, w/minor alterations, to Mo Betta Meta]
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Wednesday, June 20th, 2007

ATC of the Day



Same image, using "Brush Strokes: Accented Edges," medium percentage, "Dissolve" mode on the brown eggs. The spoon and eye were re-colored with a flick of the "Hues" option on "Command U." Other minor alterations with brushes and the like.



And now, another reason that being 41 is better than being 40:

QYPTHONE !!

Thank You, [info]varro. How do I explain this band to the uninitiated... What you do is take lounge music, Western Swing, vintage Sesame Street/Electric Company tunes, Rick Wakeman, small-combo jazz, Devo, The B-52s, Space 1999, Ye-Ye girls and whatever else you have in the back of the fridge that hasn't gone off. Toss big scoops into a blender with ice and a splash of some unnaturally-colored liqueur (or Italian Syrup, for those in recovery). Then run the blender at high speed without bothering to put the lid back on. You could put on a rain bonnet first if you're the fastidious type, I suppose.

Or else, just get a listen here.
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Friday, April 27th, 2007

Offensive and Deportation-Worthy Statement of the Week

Cat Power is a lousy musician. Fuck, but she's lousy. She should be peddling ice cream bars for a living. Send in the gendarmes to exile me from Portland right now, with no time to even pack my bags, get the cats a fresh bowl of water or kiss mr_xeno goodbye. I don't fucking care. My insurance policy and a lukewarm bowl of unflavored gelatin are a more dynamic and exciting way to spend the evening than listening to Cat Power. Furthermore, I'm sick of glossy, mouth-breathing rock rags taking cheap shots at Beth Orton. Hell, even Bitch got into the act a couple of years back, following the lead of a bunch of brain dead soon-to-be-forty frat boy wannabees (clearly weaned too early by their mothers). Fuck 'em. I'll take Orton over Power any fucking day of the week.

I now return you to some shit somewhere that actually matters. Good night.
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Sunday, April 15th, 2007

Mary-O

Another collage completed late last year. (Please click on image for larger view.)




Named for the late jazz guitarist Mary Osborne. If you're curious, there's a short bio and links to soundclips available here.

Staggering off to bed now. Photoshop eat brain.
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Saturday, March 31st, 2007

Ode to My New Job, or to Looming April...

...Or to whatever... Thank You, Eric Idle and Neil Inness. (And Thanks to their computer-literate fans, of course.)

Twas in my youth I ran away

To accountancy one day

With pen and paper collar and stud

Accountancy was in my blood

I'll scribble away and balance the books and sing an accountancy shanty!

I chartered an accountant at the age of twenty-one

I'll scribble away and balance the books and sing an accountancy shanty!

So raise a glass of medium-dry sherry

To the golden age of VAT

I'll scribble away and balance the books and sing an accountancy shanty !


Keys to the Treasure House aka "Neil Didn't Write This."
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Tuesday, February 27th, 2007

Dědeček (Grandfather)

Ach dědo dědečku
chtěl by ses stát lupičem
chtěl by ses stát vrahem
chtěl bys mít tváře zašedlé
silné obroučky brýlí

Chtěl bys mít dědečku
místo úst úzkou rýžku
sklep plný mrtvých ovcí
místo očí svých jamky

Chtěl by ses dědečku
budit na stráni jako břitvou vyholené
dívat se jak na šedém nebi
oblaka těžknou houstnou přibývají

--Iva Bittova', translation behind the cut )
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