le monde moderne

hello. he screams into the void...

2009-06-14T10:41:00.000-07:00

is there anybody out there?

I haven't been here in awhile. have you missed me?

I don't want to kill

2009-02-28T05:59:00.000-08:00

I don't want to kill
my china pig.
I really do not want to harm
a single hair on his porceline porcine body
but then I do
like my barbeque.
I don't want to kill
my china pig
I never meant
never my intent
to disrupt his little piggy existence in any way
but with my yams
I likes me some ham.
I don't WANT to kill
my china pig
but a man's got to eat, he's got to have meat
to go with all them garden greens
you see
I don't want to kill
my china pig but
at the end of the fork.
gots to have that pork.

Elektra Psychedelic Sampler

2008-08-27T12:13:00.000-07:00

this is from Germany I believe and features tracks by the

MC5

Holy Modal Rounders

Doors

Ars Nova

Rhinoceros

Incredible String Band

Love

Earth Opera

AND

The Zodiac Cosmic Sounds

it is also curious for the fact there is a psychedelic poster inside and a bio for each band featured. there is also a bio for Clear Light but no track.

just so you know who you're dealing with

2008-08-22T10:37:00.001-07:00

let's stomp...

2008-08-21T09:48:00.001-07:00

to the buckle shoe beat.

http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/villa/9500/snobs.htm

My Favorite Marvin

2008-08-20T06:22:00.000-07:00

personality profile: Ed McMuffin

2008-07-30T06:59:00.001-07:00

nobody buys 'em

2008-07-22T12:21:00.000-07:00

but I will...

Mrs. Weaver's uncouth youth...

2008-07-21T04:57:00.001-07:00

just me, beating on the mighty "A" chord.

Cambridge 1969

2008-07-19T06:38:00.001-07:00

mystery tapes

2008-07-14T05:28:00.000-07:00

bought myself a red balloon

2008-07-13T14:16:00.000-07:00

got a blue surprise.

I have been holding onto some 7 inch reel to reel tapes that I plucked from my father's trailer when he died. my dad was an amateur country singer and I hoped that there would be recordings of his music, as, I remembered him having a tape recorder back when I was a teenager at Newport News High School.

I have recently bought a Sears reel to reel tape recorder at a local thrift store but had struggled with being able to find a blank reel/take-up. It came with no reels or speakers. I remembered the old Fostex unit has a metal reel, so, yesterday, after I picked up my son, Aaron; we found some wonderful blueberries at the Wake Forest farmer's market and had taken full advantage of them, decided to check out both the old musty crackly brittle reels that I had rescued from my father's death residence and crank up the tape drive for the first time, and were astounded to find that, yes indeed, there WERE old recordings of my dad...3-4 songs in total over 5 or 6 tapes. I had hoped for more but these are unlikely treasures to cherish. I will be trying to transctibe them into digital format. first, because it's my father doing what he loved, and, secondly because my father was a knockout country singer.

It was fun sharing a little bit of my father with my son even if it's just old bits of tape.

Cardinal

2008-07-11T08:08:00.000-07:00

the arts, Cambridge and Syd Barrett

2008-07-05T13:00:00.003-07:00

http://www.thecitywakes.org.uk/

the 7 words

2008-07-05T13:00:00.002-07:00

another Diddley doodle

2008-06-27T05:25:00.000-07:00

transistor sister

2008-06-25T05:40:00.001-07:00

http://people.msoe.edu/~reyer/regency/

hippie dippy George

2008-06-23T05:04:00.000-07:00

sometimes comedy is more than a guy being funny; Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, Jackie Mason, Dick Gregory, Bill Hicks, Chris Rock. George Carlin was that kind of comic. Side splittingly funny and poignant at the same time. He was the Lenny Bruce of his day, high praise indeed. of course he denied all that, said he was "lucky".

natural color

2008-06-20T09:43:00.000-07:00

This Side Up

2008-06-14T13:35:00.000-07:00

Hey, Bo Diddley

2008-06-07T05:26:00.001-07:00

a painting I did a long time ago...

2008-06-06T06:06:00.001-07:00

An Outer Space Music Fantasy

2008-05-30T08:06:00.000-07:00

art by Ron 2008

scan lifted from here http://joemeekpage.googlepages.com/

Welcome to Meeksville.

“I hear a new world calling me. So strange and so real, haunting me. How can I tell her what’s in store for me? I hear a new world calling me.”

Let’s go ahead and get the tabloid sensationalism out of the way right now. It is not my goal to drag Joe’s name through the mud but facts are facts and Joe Meek was an oddball, a misfit, tone deaf, and unable to sing or play a musical instrument. He was gay, queer in those days, and a genius with electronics. Meek shot and killed his landlady at 304 Holloway Road before turning Heinz Burt’s shotgun on himself. There is endless speculation about the reasoning behind this and how the event actually went down but whatever happened the result was the death of Violet Shenton and Joe, age 37, on the eighth anniversary of Buddy Holly’s untimely death in a stormy plane crash, February 3rd 1959; a date that has come to be known as the day the music died. Indeed it was the day the music died, now doubled.

Meek, along with collaborator Geoff Goddard, was prone to asking Buddy Holly’s thoughts on records through séances and Ouija boards. If that’s not enough to get him an honored spot in the devil’s collection of 45s, certainly his incredible output as an engineer and independent record producer would. Robert George Meek could claim as much or more innovation than any five of his contemporaries. During his scant dozen years in the engineering and production of jazz, skiffle and pop records, Joe was involved with or directly responsible for more hit records than mere chance can account for.

Joe’s work is as impressive as it is quirky, from the in your face trumpet of Humphrey Lyttleton’s “Bad Penny Blues”, not to mention an opening piano part that served the Beatles so well on “Lady Madonna”, to the Riot Squad’s “Bitter Sweet Love” released just a month before Meeks’ unfortunate suicide. Nearly everyone familiar with pop music knows “Telstar”, a worldwide hit in 1962 for the Tornados, that has been covered but never equaled, countless times, most successfully by the Ventures. The shear audacity of that record changed the face, the sound and the very soul of pop music. The brilliance of that recording is almost entirely Joe Meek. It cements his star in the pop galaxy even if he had done nothing else. Joe sealed his economic fate when he passed on the Beatles and the “Beat Boom”. The royalties for “Telstar” were recovered only after his death.

While he proved to be “wrong” with his pronunciations that guitar music was dead, he has in the long run with hindsight proved to be prophetic. Guitar music was, essentially dead but it would take another 25 years for the kicking and screaming carcass of that crass hellion to be dragged away. I think I can still hear him sometimes, clawing that the back door.

But let’s go back a bit, to 1959 and Joe’s vision, the sound of a future in space, in an alien language; “I Hear a New World”. “Yes, this is a strange record. I meant it to be. I wanted to create a picture in music of what could be up there in outer space”. These explanatory words from Joe are taken directly from the sleeve of the original “I Hear a New World” extended play 45rpm record (Triumph RGX ST5000) released in March of 1960. The album as Joe envisioned it was never issued. It is a strange record indeed, strange and beautiful. There are actually two versions of the album available on CD today. The first, released by RPM Records in 1991 (RPM502) is an “enhanced” version that brings it up to the very dubious modern standards. The one I will deal with here was released as a companion piece to Barry Cleveland’s “Creative Music Production: Joe Meek’s BOLD Techniques” (MIX Books 2001).

Recorded in 1959 at his Arundel Gardens studio and possibly on the sly at Lansdowne, a studio he helped design and build, this version was taken directly from a “white label” test pressing for the LP, intended for release on Triumph Records (TRX-ST9000) in May 1960, plus the addition of an alternate mix of the title track. I want to say right up front that this “outer space fantasy” is as forward thinking as any piece of music ever recorded. It is an essential document, as are nearly all of Meeks recordings, that fore tells the true future of music.

The only fault I can find with it is an audible tape splicing glitch in track 5, “Magnetic Field”, that Meek would have likely “corrected” had his masterwork reached fruition.

In the summer of ’59 Gysin invents the “cut-up”. John Cage was reaching a level of acceptance. Burroughs published “Naked Lunch" in 1959. Johnny Cash releases his landmark LP in December ’58 on Sun Records. Cliff Richard and Lonnie Donegan were in the British charts. This recording was Joe’s way of saying your new world will be in stereo. It was an announcement and grand gesture t’ward everything from Pink Floyd to Brian Eno and beyond. Electronic music, sampling, use your imagination, it’s all there. Beginning with “I Hear a New World” the only semi-traditional song structure with those oddly open ended lyrics, quoted above, the space fantasy is constructed more in movements. “Glob Waterfall”, “The Entry of the Globbots”, “The Valley of the Saroos”, “Magnetic Field”, “Orbit Around the Moon”, “The Bublight”, “March of the Dribcots”, “Love Dance of the Saroos”, “Dribcots Space Boat”, “Disc Dance of the Dribcots” and “The Valley of No Return”. This music is quaint in a very appealing way and reminds me of days, now lost, when real imagination counted for something. There is something basic and organic about the way these “futuristic” sounds are sliced and diced together into something so basically human as to give pause, “How can I tell her what’s in store for me?”

“At first I was going to make a record with music that was completely out of this world, but realized that it would have very little entertainment value, so I kept the construction of the music down to earth and wrote tunes that I hope you will grow to like.”

Joe’s last words, scribbled on a little piece of paper and handed to Patrick Pink were: “I’m going now. Goodbye”.

sometime in Raleigh, NC

2008-05-28T12:39:00.001-07:00

Occasionally we like to get out to a new restaurant so we ventured into the wilds of downtown Raleighwood the other night to check out Dos Taquitos Centro. This was a Thursday night and the first thing we noticed was the dining room was understaffed. Perusing the menu revealed that, in yupster talk, it is a bit "pricey". We ordered a couple of Dos Equis, $4 and they came quickly enough but with no glass. I fetched "glasses" from the bar which were like Mason jars with handles. But they are "festive" so, ok. My host commented that when paying in excess of $40 for dinner one should expect a glass with the beer. There's no draught beer, not enough room.
My partner and I decided to share a salad, Ensalada Frida on the menu, that had tomato slices displayed prominately at north, south, east and west. Shortly the facilitator was over to inquire about our thoughts on the salad and we told her that the tomato was terrible. It was pithy and tastless, basic hopelessly bland grocery store variety, and they asked. She seemed taken aback. We repeated this to the waiter after he inquired a second time about our evaluation of the insalata and then tells us "it's only May". Not long after the manager, I guess, came out and tells us that they were using "heirloom" tomatos but they had become unavailable and so now they were using what they could get. We told her that the greens were impecable, the dressing was amazing and that the lousy tomato detracted from an otherwise delicious dish. It was pretty small to be priced at $12.
The entres came. Mine was the Mole Manchamanteles, $23. The grass-fed pork was very dry.
Carnitas at the local Mexican eatery is vastly superior. The mole was good if overpriced and sweet. My companion got the Poblano Relleno de Primavera. A single stuffed pablono, $18 was excellent but 2 would have been more appropriate at those prices, as in dos. We opted to share the Capirotada de Higo, $6, and while tasty was also very dry. I've never had a bread pudding that was so dry. The ice cream saved it from being a disaster.
My overall view is that this place is long on pretention but short on delivery. Ambition hasn't caught up to image. I saw nor tasted anything that could justify the pricing scale. Nothing was offered in the way of compensation for the tomato debacle. I doubt we will return.
It seems the Creedmoor Road Dos Taquitos still has a more reasonably priced menu and I have enjoyed past meals there. Haven't been recently though.

Dos Taquitos Centro
106 S. Wilmington St., Raleigh, NC, 27601
(919) 835-3593

fire pink

2008-05-27T12:27:00.001-07:00

what is it?

2008-05-22T06:23:00.001-07:00

colour

2008-05-15T11:07:00.000-07:00

do you believe they put a man on the moon

2008-05-08T13:21:00.001-07:00

Anarchy in the Piedmont

2008-05-07T06:05:00.000-07:00

this spot has been suffering from neglect lately. I have been concentrating on pdqAudio. pdqAudio is my lo-fi "label". I have been digitizing some old cassettes that have been lying around for thirty years. this project is working for me in three ways. I get to hear stuff that's been languishing for years in boxes, I get to learn a new program (DC7) and I get to share the result with whomever is interested. and I hope you are.

Since my last post I have seen a few of the locals working out on various stages, mostly Sadlacks. I saw Kenny Roby do a nice set at the Capitol City Grocery and afterwards broke bread at J Betski's. You can't go wrong with either. Dexter Romweber played one of his usual energetic set at Sad's and you just know I gotta see Dex whenever possible. Dex is the "real thing". also caught Suburban Sweethearts and the T's at Sad's. I forget the dates of these shows but you can look 'em up if it matters. picked up the T's new CD and there are four really good cuts on there. Suburban Sweethearts had Kiss' pictures painted on the drums. that was telling of their sound.

this passed Sunday Sadlacks held a benefit, rescheduled from May 4th, for Drew Glackin whose recent death left medical bills. I was there for the first half of the show and it seemed that Kenny Roby played with everyone there. It was great to see Kenny get a little looser than he does for his acoustic shows.

http://www.futureofmusic.org/

Jamaica Paradise Cafe

2008-04-22T06:17:00.000-07:00

Go here. the food is incredible. 'nuff said.

1030 N. ROGERS LANE
SUITE 101
RALEIGH, NC 27610
PHONE : (919) 231-3505
FAX: (919) 231-3587
EMAIL: Jamaicaparadise@ctc.net

http://www.jamaicaparadisecafe.net/Home_Page.html

Anarchy in the Piedmont

2008-04-17T08:48:00.000-07:00

pdqAudio recordings presents a lo-fi celebration of 30 years of Anarchy in the Piedmont.
go here: myspace.com/pdqaudio and get yer mmmmmmmmpeeeeeeee3zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

taking a walk around the yard...

2008-04-06T08:13:00.000-07:00

visions of April

a few gig posters from the archive...

2008-04-02T08:32:00.001-07:00

where are those Blind Boys now????

2008-03-31T10:32:00.000-07:00

mini-disclaimer: while it is likely that the intent of this little magazine back in 78/79 was to offend as many people as possible while making an artistic and political statement. that is not my intent here. I present these for their historical importance to the "punk" scene in the triangle in its infancy. anyone have a copy of Volume 2?

Bob Raiter

2008-03-26T06:41:00.001-07:00

http://inmemoryofbob.blogspot.com/

Gaff

2008-03-25T05:28:00.000-07:00

http://www.haciendabrothers.com/

I only knew Chris' music through a short supporting set and as band member for one of Dave Alvin's visits to the Pour House. that was enough to leave an impression on me. I received this in my e-mail yesterday:

"Our good friend Chris Gaffney has been diagnosed with liver cancer and has been forced off the road. Please visit his web site to leave messages for Chris and his family and donate to the 'Chris Gaffney Recovery fund.' http://www.helpgaff.com/ ."

I hope you will enjoy the pictures and please keep Chris Gaffney in your thoughts.

the Godz are back!!!

2008-03-21T04:48:00.001-07:00

http://www.furious.com/PERFECT/godz.html

http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Alley/6115/godz2s.htm

http://www.myspace.com/originalgodz

http://www.myspace.com/jimmccarthygodz

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=247408068

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=165935156

http://jimmccarthyphotography.com/

http://www.espdisk.com/

I wouldn't worry about them dreams none...

2008-03-20T06:43:00.000-07:00

When Did "Modern" Behavior Emerge in Humans?

2008-03-19T04:59:00.000-07:00

http://ardictionary.com/Modern/5961

words and emotions

2008-03-18T08:09:00.000-07:00

the words that you long to hear
are on the tip of my tongue
but I just can't seem to say them.
emotions that I long to show
are deep within my soul
but I just can't seem to display them.

emotions that I want to show fail me.
the words that I want to say they'll be;
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love only you.

reel music

2008-03-13T18:24:00.003-07:00

Wesley, if you're there, drop us a line.

2008-03-11T05:24:00.000-07:00

I am he as you are me...

2008-03-09T16:44:00.001-07:00

countin' flowers on the wall...

2008-03-07T04:54:00.000-08:00

UBUWeb

2008-03-06T10:11:00.000-08:00

I have always been a bit of a dada surrealist fluxus oddball and I am always looking to further my education into artists that run against the grain or do things so outrageous as to create spectacle, especially those historical figures that faced ridicule to have their distinctly MODERN ideas be seen heard read.
I also am interested in the links and inter-relationship between the artists that collaborated and the artists they influenced. an excellent place to do that is the UBUWeb. now that I have more time on my hands, I have been spending some time investigating the amazing amount of information collected there on these important artists and the forward thinking art they created.
though this I discovered Bob Cobbing and immediately thought that young Syd Barrett must surely have been aware of Bob's experimentation with words and sound or Bob was taking off on something he heard in the early Pink Floyd. I have never seen this connection made before but it seemed obvious to me immediately in the piece Chamber Music (1968) (9:01) . I was completely unaware of Bob Cobbings work myself until this week but I made the connection at the outset. Find out about him and more at the UBUWeb.

decisions decisions or waiting for spring to bloom

2008-03-05T05:55:00.000-08:00

I haven't been writing anything. my brain is tuning in snow. I haven't played the guitar much. I moved every piece of the "studio" and wires are hanging loose. My engineer will be here in a few days to get me set back up so I can just hit record and get something down. I really want to get together with Michael to work on some of the harmonies I hear in my head, some of the dissonances as well :-) I'm somewhere between the show going off the air and the test pattern coming up. I realized that I had been consumed with the computer and getting it up and going so yesterday I worked outside in the garden for about 4 hours. I have tried to maintain a rigid schedule of getting out of the house at least once a day. before I retired, I knew I was getting up at six. had to be at work blah blah but now I have to CHOOSE what to do. still get up at six. It is too easy to sit around in a bathrobe all day and do nothing BUT, I want to make art and music. Only I have to provide the incentive, the will, the strength to actually DO it, DO something. I still feel on the cusp instead of there. I still have missing puzzle pieces and others that are chipped and broken. there is always something else to BUY. more fuel for the fire.

----- Original Message -----

leap year.

2008-02-29T20:35:00.000-08:00

I thought I should just leap into this, it being leap year and all. this year I am going to just pretend that there is someone who is still tuning in. not that you are talking. let me do a commercial for the place I had lunch. if you live around Raleigh and ever get out New Bern Avenue you probably flew right past Jack's Seafood Reastaurant at 1516. Jack's specialty is fried seafood and southern soulfood. the deserts are like you find at bake sales. good stuff.

Flaming Lips have been around since 1984 or so but it took picking up Satellite Heart at the thrift store for me to take any notice. these guys are the real thing.

2007 was an incredible year for one of my lifelong , or at least since 1966, heros. Roky Erickson had his best year in the last 30 and started off 2008 by being on Austin City Limits. it was really good to see how healthy Roky appears and how he rocked out in his most recent appearances.

I started off the year by cashing in my job of 33 1/3 years. I closed out my sixth decade last year and I feel like I'm just getting started. I've got a few songs to sing, I've got a few stories to tell...

I was going to give another pdqMedia gallery showing but my scanner is more senile than I am and way more sporadic in its work habits. I can give you one old crayon felt tip pen thing.

the ice lady

2008-02-25T17:20:00.000-08:00

finally able to log in again..

2008-02-21T21:19:00.000-08:00

thanks to the Dark Moon Athlon64 x2, my first venture into building a computer. still a lot of work to go, like installing a few programs, but let me tell you this project has been worth it.
happy to be back. hopefully I will have more for you soon but for now I'm gonna be tuning this machine up and getting it functional.

Doktor Computenstein

a few drawings from pdq galleries

2008-01-07T04:49:00.000-08:00

MIA

2007-12-21T09:06:00.000-08:00

I don't mean to be missing in action around here. It is just that my computer, which is about to turn ten years old in March has become internet shy or Peter Norton has hijacked something it needs.
Please send money to aleviate the computer situation. I have so much more to tell you, both sense and gibberish. I have begun scribbling again and then there's Roger Roger.
Merry Christmas to all.
be back soon.
oh and I MUST say.
ho ho ho

Ike Turner pianist, guitarist, legend November 5, 1931 - December 12, 2007

2007-12-13T11:01:00.000-08:00

the King of Rhythm.
the Father of Rock and Roll.
the MAN.

in the evermore

2007-12-07T05:38:00.001-08:00

Willy nilly headlong rocketing counter clockwise through walls and windows, space and time. Chaos reins in every tick and tock. Chaos rains down in bucket loads and it’s too late. Days of pain and pleasure on dusty roads we wait, we concentrate and focus, taking aim at the spinning crystal clarity, radiating, titillating but always just out of reach. It never breaks through only, alludes to the tune. White noise and icy cold beyond the inner nowhere. Chaos reins supreme, “X” marks the spot. Order is a fantasy that we could never achieve.
Crystalline discord, the miracle of the missed chord is about the best we could’ve hoped for. A dazzling clarity, undefined wills, demons of disorder rising from the magma that spews from the belly of the earth in fiery deadly holy cost. I need a Popsicle to put out the fire. I need the insect buzz of nighttime creatures,
the midnight suns’ flames licking to reach for you in the evermore.

Prose, Prose anything goes: Mondo Distorto parts 1-?

2007-11-19T05:15:00.000-08:00

You people got a lot of nerve. I can’t deny that I wanted to take advantage of their hurt. The words transcend their meanings and meaning transcends feeling and there’s cleansing and healing. Spock here Captain. Time for a bit of logic. I don’t want to fight. I’m not gonna bite. I just want a little piece of the action. I got aviator sunglasses, faded jeans, got a nasty smile like James Dean and my tee shirt’s way too small. I’ve got a pack o’ Lucky’s rolled up in my sleeve, my hair’s all slicked back with axle grease, is that rock-a-billy to you? I got wrap around glasses safety-pinned up jeans, I know all the words to "God Save the Queen", my tee shirt tells the ugly truth. I don’t smoke nothing just speed and talk, my hair’s a green spiky Mohawk, is that punk enough for you baby? You know, I don’t wear glasses I wear a ten gallon hat, Nudie sparkle suits is a-where I’m at, I just got to get me some new rattlesnake boots. I pick my guitar by the old campfire, I ride the range a six-gun for hire, is that enough rootin’, tootin’ pistol Pete shootin’ cowboy?

I’m just the recorder. You’re the decoder. put on your decoder rings boys and girls.

The yellow princess lifts her tiny pink nose toward the sky, telling Jonas, her loyal servant, that New York is simply the most fabulous place she’s ever been and why she simply must lose her virginity to one of those darling people who smoke the "smelly old weed". Jonas smiles for he would love to pick that ripe cherry himself. In fact it was nearly a question of need. In the end she wins and winds up sacrificed to the Vulcans of Vishnu, a feral fraternity of no remorse. Make me demolish my face, allow me to hari-kari my ego, wait, don’t go, I can get you a good seat, I want you to watch. It’ll be like stabbing roaches with an icepick. Just brick dumb stupid.

Baby what are you talking about?
Just say it, you don’t have to shout.
don't be shy just spit it out.

One thing I got to know,

baby before I go,

baby where are you coming from?

baby who are you running from?
Why did you pick on me?
I’ve got eyes but I can’t see,
just how one and one makes three.
One thing I got to know,
baby before I go,
baby where you coming from?
Who are you running from?

Did I know you in high school? Did you ever go to my school? Eastside, west-side who can remember, we graduate come September, I can’t place your name but I have seen your face. Did you ever go to Shoney’s, or hang out at the beach? Dance to Bonie Maronie? eat a Georgia peach? I know you, you’re the girl next door.

Ask me what I’m doing Saturday night. I may be busy then again I might hold a special place in my heart for you. What are you doing Saturday night? If I don’t get me a girl on Saturday night I wake up alone on Sunday morning and it just wouldn’t be right so what are you doing Saturday night?

I make love to her bad poetry and picture myself in the picture. Daydreams shift into memories real life into fiction. I want to be a poet and sip coffee, think heavy thoughts, little off-beat fractured fragments of absurd misfortune. I want to be a poet. A man of letters, make a connection, what could be better? The exquisite laces of Chantilly throw broken shadows along my walls as breezes puff their sails. A leaf rustles in the wind caresses itself and dangles in the lunar light remembering fragmented shadow memories cast to what far reaching corner, what tulip field, what desperate desolate beach. Vinyl tears sparkling in the warm sunshine, dripping from placid plasticine eyes, droplets of acid rain rivers on my cheeks a flooding well of unrealized ideas robbing my ability to speak.
I turn on the radio to screeching static. I’ll chop you up in my new veg-a-matic, here to claim what’s rightfully mine, even though I’m frightfully blind. I can’t communicate with home base. I can’t communicate with the human race. I can’t see that far into space, what am I suppose to do? Who do I tell my troubles to?

And now, a word from our sponser, Tammy's Tantalizing Taco’s! I like ‘em hot. Tammy's Tantalizing Taco’s I like ‘em hot, hot, hot. Breathing fire. Pumping gas. Runny nose, burning ass. Hanging out my tongue with desire and lust, hot wired burning brown rose , fanning my lips wipin’ my eyes, hot sauce another hit of Tammy's suicide. I like my tacos HOT!

You’re gonna like it ‘cause it taste so good. If you think the package is pretty wait til you see what’s inside.

Circumscribe your head before the final judge. Tell him you are not about to budge, from his evil but informed mind; you fought the war on vice and ah… always read the last page twice. I’m trying to tell you the truth but you won’t listen. I’m trying to talk to you but you won’t even listen. I’m trying to reveal some basic cosmic truth and you just sit there pissing. You are in the bathroom pissing. Tie me to the dungeon wall. Beat me until I bleed, put me down on bending knees, make me crawl. Force me into emotional slavery, jerk my leash, pull my chain. Confrontation; Captain Noah Zion versus the white zombies, the living dead, the totally erased, nothing in their heads. Pre-programmed mechanical motion, got no rights, got no emotions. Dumb as mud, glazed over eyes, cry no tears, lobotomized. bullets rip right through me, I’ve already expired. Nothing can kill me I’m already dead, everything’s been said, my brain’s been bleed.

White zombie goes to work everyday and doesn’t remember how to play. He has no fun, he’s just television’s banished son. Alienation, soaring, like a siren. TV station programing my dreams. Lovetrain coming to you live except for five-second video delay. The alien machine waiting on the beam. Can you hear the screams? Can you hear the insect whine of the lunatic intelligence, the positronic brain. Mutants? Monsters? Steel feathers. Rodent manhole eyes. Television, true-life drama disguised. Alienation soars like a siren. Is everyone insane? No, just alien. We’ll do whatever it takes. We’ll make all the mistakes. and have.

Everything goes black.
Everything goes white.
Everything goes blank.

I walk into a department store and the dick checks me out. A walk in the park, a flash in the dark, reality? Time travel? There’s blood on the sheets and a wet blade in my hands. My hearts pumping to a driving beat, hot and sweaty, in heat, I can’t stop moving my feet. Here in the vacuum we search for a space man or more precisely a space creature of no specific gender, a creature of wild card sensuality, a star child in comic book colors bearing icy crystals that quickly melt in our sweaty palms. Wonders beyond the imagination. King Komik shoes. Strawberry bells tinkling sweetly, lavender poets swimming in the maple pool singing the praises of the old Indian cinderman with the bag of dreams for sale. Sunflower beads swing from his neck and a band of many worlds encircle his atomic glowing moon junk head, his sparkling eyes grasp your imagination, tugging at you, pulling you into their depth.

The sights I see, yellow red white, constant flickering stars, the scarlet sun over my shoulder and the beauty of lyrics and guitars in my inner ear. The British Invasion sounds I hear and the stench of the great universal obscenity that surrounds me mixed up with the horrors and delights of my expected return home.

On the corner stands a young green geek talking up a blue streak "hey man wha’s happenin’?" "nothing, how ‘bout you?" "is it true what they are saying about you?" the long-haired mustachioed boy rested his head in the corner at the two walls intersection. His eyes saw nothing. His works lay beside him on the street. He begins to sweat. With tender loving care he picks up the glassine packet of white powder and empties it into a large spoon and cooks his cauldron over a beeswax candle. When the preparation is ready he begins rubbing the inside of his left elbow then ties a rubber tube tightly around his upper arm and fidgeting with anticipation as a bruised but mighty vein pops to the surface. He fills the dropper through a cotton ball filter, squirts a bit skyward to eliminate air bubbles. Moves toward the fresh blue range of mountains and inserts the shiny 26 gauge spike into a virgin peak and slowly releases the bulb. a tiny river of blood flows back into the dropper. Now he re-pressurizes the blub and squirts the liquid into the blue mountain vein. Removes needle and rubber binding and settles back against the wall. Resting stone eyed reflection.

To Darwin’s disbelief the visionary monkey vaulted on a visionary pole and died a heroic visionary death. The striking thing about this episode is that he bled real blood. But then, the heaven he attained was, again, only visionary. or was it imaginary?

Cast any doubts aside and follow the path. Abide by the four requirements and walk proudly forward until all doubt has vanished and only the holiest of songs are sang. After a series or rebirths the moon of the sixth month parachutes onto the eastern horizon filed with the Master’s words. Kneel and give recognition to the attainment of a heightened state of being. At a time when the lunar disk is at it’s fullest metamorphosis of light and power three great events take place. In Egyptian tombs live the hidden secrets of the Ankh the symbolic neckwear of the Pharaohs. Power enough to empty the oceans. Tales of hidden treasure unknown pleasures sealed tightly in tiny cells under layers and layers of protective dullness.

Let’s go on an adventure seeking trip. The truths are just tiny natural molecules of mushroom and cactus and moldy bread. Send out a search party, happiness released on unsuspecting minds too fragile to deal with freaking freely bathing in music and prophetic dancers leaping about in the cosmic opera. Over hill under bridges and all around the psyche. My little menta-puter has sold all it’s color at the cost of a single thought. Cobalt blue flourishes kaleidoscopes and equations of no rational solution. Money can’t buy this. Collect them and hang them in the galleries of your mind. Stand where the angles of space intersect with the angels of the cosmos and soak in the dazzling clarity that you will never achieve again. I wonder how far and how fast it’s possible to go, and what happens in the stillness between seconds.

Electronic birds chirping at the corners. Tambura drone far away but dominate my collective sonic field; enhanced ears. A swirling spiral alternates black yellow black yellow switching to a strobbing pulse spinning top tornado bumble bee helix. Purple blond flower doves flying around, the cheery sound of shy satin voices, remembrances of painted death-mask smiles, photographic memories inside my black box. For him there is not a flower that has died, even the relaxed portals radiating sun drenched silent pulsing emotion. The Captain waves his crimson cloak and expels the darkness. Neon geometric vibrations overlap, each glows with its own gaseous light. waves of color connects each to the infinite sea. Distinct defining formations. A billion yellowing windows blinking behind his cornea his camera, all objects remain in still life knowing all but not speaking. After light-years of meditation there are only hints at cultivating the proper Ka. Vague symbolic phrases posing as naked provocation in some dimensional side door. Whatever flower you wear, whatever cross you bear, it is you who must find the truth. Your method is of your own choosing. Even while seeking the truth you will hear the cries of "I’m all for it, let’s burn Detroit. We’ll start with the motor city…" "we'll burn the whole world down".

The blind eyes that see you slap the mouth that kisses you broke the heart that loves you. Run and get a razor blade, run and get a laser ray man ray death ray sting ray sugar ray. I can’t seem to settle on solid ground. Oh, I’m so upset. I tried to kill myself but just spent the whole afternoon cleaning up the mess. I never buy that brand of blade again. I tried to shoot m’ brains out, missed and hit a mirror, now it’s seven fucking YEARS of bad luck. Oh, I am so upset.

She don’t want a baby,
she wants an IUD.
He says no vasectomy,
he wants the IUD.
no unwanted pregnancy.
n unwanted pregnancy.

She wants prophylactic love
he wants an IUD.
No hysterectomy
she wants the IUD
no unwanted pregnancy,
no unwanted pregnancy.

You could never penetrate
the mighty Copper 7 the mighty
Dalkon Sheild.
Lippy’s gone a little loopy.

It’s like a needle looking for a thread a rocket in space looking for the home heading a decapitated body looking for it’s head, a button to sew on, something to go on. The sea rolls in and the sea rolls out. Not so far away the ice caps crumble and melt, circle in and out, waxing and waning. The salt water has no place to go no way out. It must reclaim the earth, it must take its natural place. We’ve accelerated the pace entered the race to escape to space. A button to sew on, one to grow on and one more for the road. Like a needle looking for a thread, like a body that has misplaced its head, circle in circle out moons and moons waxing and waning the sun, the sun, the sun. salt water has no place to go when the glacier melts.

Morning of the first day, sips the wine slowly shifts from muddy pools to dust. The clouds form drifts of his demonic lust, nly in the shifting sands can he trust. Rides the winds of eiree nights
foward headlong to the grave. In passing blinks his brights, toward right. He makes a lady faire, enslaved by her own tremendous busts, and makes amends by spitting fire from the darkened cave languishing with incoherent poetry, wiping crocodile tears wept by long lost lovers, consistently lost in series of threes and makes it back home. Back to the bottle, the wine of their desire. The princess patiently awaits her King. She is so beautiful it makes the angels cry. History will question why her head awaits this crown, why her finger awaits the binding band of the throne. She thirsts to drink the King’s wine. That much we know.

random drawings from poindexter Q galleries

2007-11-05T08:48:00.000-08:00

SunKing

Allen Ginsberg

for Max Ernst

for Man Ray

Al

Catch the Monkey

Prophecy

Pink Floyd

Psychedelia

A Lucky Star Tempts Fate

Stardoom Seals His Fate

I don't know why he's called Moses...

2007-11-05T04:44:00.000-08:00

Beautiful to See

2007-11-04T05:54:00.000-08:00

Back in THE day I would go out and see bands, maybe flash a couple of digipix and report back to you my findings. I actually sort of miss that but I just can no longer bring myself to be the resident asshole that tells you which bands suck. I have been splattering my "opinion" all over the place as a public service. I created "Modern World" out of nothing. I was recruited to provide a column for the now defunct "faze3" magazine and several articles for "The Village Idiot", by a guy who would have been better served playing his guitar. I have written for free and I have been paid a little to gush and whine on such random subjects as Dexter Romweber and rasslin’. Now I find myself painted in the corner of my own making and am left to wonder if anyone is listening, reading or even gives a damn anymore. Maybe time has passed me by. Maybe I don’t even "know" what I know. Maybe a time has come where the things I value no longer exist and I am just a fool to keep looking for them.
Over the years I have used the pet phrase "I don’t know what rock and roll is but I know it when I hear it." I am just not hearing it much anymore. The rules have changed, and I am not happy with the new rules.
With that in mind I am going to try to tell you what I have seen lately.
I have been reading a lot of buzz about a "punk" band from the local "scene" called Double Negative. That is one very insightful name. A recent show at Tir Na Nog was all the proof I needed. They were loud and their fans were obnoxious. The drummer, however, was quite the fashion plate and the closest thing to a musician in the band.
That’s all I have to say. After their thankfully brief set the Loners took these boys to school. It was beautiful to see.
As Wolf might say, we have become "regulars" at Sadlack’s on Friday night. On a recent visit Ike Frazier was playing. I found them to be very refreshing, especially their wide range of understanding of what it is to rock. These guys cover Jerry Lee, Captain Beefheart, Ike Turner and Sam the Sham. They GET it. They didn’t learn what it takes to rock watching TeeVee. Again it was beautiful to see.
Reason for hope is all I expect but sadly that is becoming rare.

I'm melting... or I've got dem old kozmik blues again, mama

2007-11-04T05:01:00.000-08:00

You Know My Name (look up the number)

2007-10-22T05:33:00.001-07:00

the things you find...

2007-10-19T10:54:00.000-07:00

Triangle Tapes '93

here are a couple of samples from Tony Madejczyk's cassette reviews from Spectator volume 15, number 50. Tony, if this is a problem, I will take it down. here we go...

Kurt Fortmeyer

Works in Progress is a rough mix of a CD/cassette that may or may not be called Tuneslinger, or Junk 'em if They Can't Take Folk, or Do Your Thing. Produced byVince Brooks and Kurt at Moon Cricket Studios. In "Pretty Flannel Nightie" a bluegrass fiddle plays happily while Kurt sings, "You can use some thermals for your heart."

Kurt's certainly mellowed over the years and his voice goes down like some good sour mash. Kurt's bluegrass-tinged country is put together like a good car. It gets you there. "Do Your Thing" is about live and let live: "I don't care what trip you're on, just don't park it on my lawn."

There's a lovely duet with Teresa Williams in "Make the Pieces Fit." When do we send him to Nashville?

Bil Jenko

Bil sent in a compilation of artist's he's had the pleasure of recording in his studio. "Sex in a Bottle" is metal funk from Winston-Salem's 4-Play, blurring genres. Very clean sound, some cool guitar effects.

"South 421" is written and performed by Jenko and Don Griffis in rockabillytexass-wingfunk style. It's bizzare, like a pedal steel hooked up to a synthesizer. Bil's tape is one of the many pleasant surprises in a project like this.

Pete Leary

Pete's gentle prodding humor may seem coy or unbearable to the fast-paced set, but I can imagine him cutting up crowds young and old with his tunefullness and everyday observations. Kind of like Boxcar Willie meets Jimmy Buffett. Pete points out the theraputic benefits of shopping at "The Hardware Store" where right is right, especially that measuring edge over there on aisle 6. This is full length with tunes, like the PC-inspired "If You Say Stop (This Man Will)," where Pete rocks and lays down the law. No means no, and don't expect him to talk you out of it.

After "Hardware" my fave is "Duct Tape," written by Greg Brown. After all it's what holds the world together.

Tony is currently blogging here: http://soundsreelgood.blogspot.com/

Down to Earth

2007-10-07T06:23:00.000-07:00

The drawing of "Stand-Up Comedian" is my own doing. When one plays a night club, the customers are inclined to ask you a number of questions and one of the more frequently asked is: "How do you like our town?" I've found in cities and towns everywhere- there are "hip" people and "squares!" My drawing represents the comic: what is in front of him- around him- and what he's thinking about. The circles and the squares are his audience- some bright- some square. The stand-up mic, his body and the ends of his fingers, which take on the appearance of frayed wires, are his nerves! It's all there- study it and forget it!

White Courtesy Telephone

2007-10-03T11:08:00.000-07:00

http://cdbaby.com/cd/angelcc5

sometimes I scribble, sometime I type...

2007-10-01T14:49:00.000-07:00

it Challenged the world!!!!

2007-09-29T12:15:00.000-07:00

this is the Challenger CH30 in operational form. in current mode it has 2x6L6 metal tubes for an estimated 19 watts of incredible tube power. the first order was to replace the hideous mismatched knobs with lime green chickenheads to bring the ancient beast into the fifties plus inject a little mojo. then Yontz Sucre added guitar friendly input and output jacks and a nice chassis grounded three prong chord. when he checked out the speaker cab he found shredded voice coils in the old 10 inch Jensen Vibrantos. with a little encouragement from Dave the Duck, you can call me Chuck, Gourley, I replaced those dead speakers with Fender blue frame 8 ohm alnicos. I got my own little Weller hobbiest soldering pencil and metalglued those vintage style cones right in. I had to break out the long slumbering socket and ratchet to hang the new blue frames in their enclosed box. I threw out the pink insulation and replaced it with foam. I have written previously about flashing the 5U4 rectifier bulb so there were some pretty major issues with the family of bubbled and discolored beeswax capacitors that lived in the belly of the beast. with a last min trip the see Darren Riley to pick up the much needed 20uf 500v electrolytic, that task was expertly handled by the technician and tonemeister at

D.A.V.E. MEDIA.

I want to be clear that Dave's time, expertise and assistance was invaluable to this project. He's got some crazy stompbox ideas too. You should give him a call if you need something special.
I'm hoping Dave and I can get together and put some of the choice tones from this amp on tape, or maybe just to have a few beers and catch a bass or two.

thrifty store treasure

2007-09-23T16:23:00.000-07:00

in glorious

MONO

found, six inches underground

2007-09-11T15:10:00.000-07:00

HICKS' CAPUDINE FOR ALL HEADACHES COLDS, GRIPP, ETC.

found this digging an addition to one of our flowerbeds.

scribbly black...

2007-09-11T14:53:00.001-07:00

I scribble...

in black.

when in doubt, sell out!

2007-09-06T10:42:00.000-07:00

All this time I have been trying to BECOME an artist. I sing, I play, I paint, I draw. BUT, everybody wants to be an artist now. What IS an artist? Is it someone who paints for a living or simply someone who paints?
my cousin, the blue fool goat, tells me I should take a bunch of my drawings, matt them all prettified and blah blah blah. Not gon’ do it. So here’s the deal. I post a jay peg of the drawing and you get up with me if you want to buy it. OK?

Starting as low as 10 dollars.

kinda says it all, doesn't it?

2007-08-26T18:15:00.000-07:00

here comes the weekend...

2007-08-26T10:33:00.000-07:00

In the work-a-day world of my life not much happens during the week that would bear reporting to you, but, occasionally on the weekend my partner and I will venture out into the wilds of Raleigh nightlife. No, you probably won’t catch us at Amra’s even though we DID get our free membership card in the mail. It is more likely that you will find us sampling the fine cuisine at Sadlack’s Heroes just before the band de jour starts to kick out the jams, as we were Friday night. This was my first time seeing the Cartridge Family and I’m glad I finally got a chance to sample their platter of horse doovers .
The previous Friday night we had thrown all caution to the wind on the dance floor for Athens’ own The Vinyl Strangers, who shamelessly deliver power pop for the now people. Oh and if you live anywhere near Athens, Joe promised a Rutles tribute show later in the year. TVS could use a little more power in the pop but still a rock-a-boppin’ little combo that is sure to produce smilefests all up and down the east coast.

in my usual fashion...

2007-08-24T12:17:00.000-07:00

of being, at least ten years behind the times, I have just discovered;

the rock*A*teens

Wounded Heart

2007-08-22T05:16:00.000-07:00

I hope you caught Tom Russell on Letterman last night. Russell has an interesting take on the AMERICA that once was and the america that we live in today.

I first became aware of Mr. Russell through Dave Alvin. The name came up several times in the between song chatter when Aaron & I saw the Guilty Men at the Pour House here in Raleigh.

Then I found a promo for "Hot Walker" at the flea market and it spun in the Toyota's cd player for better than a week. Thanks to Kurt Fortmeyer I found out that Tom would be gracing the Late Night stage and I just couldn't miss it. Tom was incredible and it was very cool to see Paul play the accordian.

http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=16516216

Tom Russell is also a noted painter, folk artist.

http://www.yarddog.com/catalog.php?category=23

http://flickr.com/photos/rf_austin/sets/72157600467735952/

remember about a week ago...

2007-08-21T11:05:00.000-07:00

I told you about finding that Mekons ep. well, today my lucky stars guided me to the Bargain Box where I picked up a Pine Valley Cosmonauts disc "The Executioner's Last Songs" for $2.

http://www.bloodshotrecords.com/album/pinevalleycosmonauts/58

Roger Roger: the back to school session

2007-08-12T10:15:00.000-07:00

the time was quickly approaching for Roger Aaron to go off to college and while I knew it was time for him to go, the band had come to appreciate and rely on his many contributions. he was an asset in so many ways be it trumpet, flugelhorn, guitar, keyboards and percussion, as well as chief engineer and just a great guy to have around so cut to the long story short chase, we got together for a day this past Friday. I had really wanted to record with him before he left so I planned to record a copy tune for the MySpace site, which I had already promised in the Roger Roger blog. I decided on Pink Floyd's first US single and a favorite of mine; "Flaming". We recorded a version with me on his gut string acoustic and got one complete take. then we moved on to electric and got what we thought was an acceptable run through with vocals, guitar an fluglehorn then we overdubbed acoustic guitar, horn case percussion and enhanced short wave radio noise. Les Paul P90 guitar, Silvertone 1430 amp, a Getzen fluge and the computer handled the digitized radio noise to line-in on the mixer. mics were AKG and Shure. I wish we could've had a couple more takes with the acoustic guitar but time was short.

we also recorded "1 x 1" a couple of times. I really like the sound of the horn on those and wish for more time to polish where that sound was going. In all this, we still found time to have pizza and gelato from Conti's and scour vintage music shop and a junk store. we saw an interesting item that we might one day go back for. It's a smile for me to remember. thanks Aaron.

go here to listen to the tunes: Roger Roger

Happy Birthday Mister Fender

2007-08-09T07:28:00.000-07:00

http://www.provide.net/~cfh/fender2.html#sch

the Mekons

2007-08-08T05:31:00.000-07:00

this past weekend while doing my usual rambling through old junk at local thrifty stores I happened on the FUN '90 ep by the Mekons. just four songs. I resist the need to rant and rave about how incredible this disk is. I will say though, if you want to expand your musical landscape the Mekons would be a great place to start. started in 1977 and still going strong today the Mekons are a force. may that force be with YOU.

oh and John Langford paints.

http://www.yarddog.com/catalog.php?category=64

the Psychedelic Sounds of...

2007-08-06T05:39:00.000-07:00

another life changing LP. once you hear Roky Erickson's incredible voice you can never forget.

Too Many People

2007-08-05T08:34:00.000-07:00

Too many people on the planet.
Too many people in the world.

Too many people in Africa.
Too many people in Asia.
Too many people in Europe.
Too many people in Australia.
Too many people in the Artic.
Too many people in Antarctica.
Too many people in Greenland.
Too many people in Iceland.
Too many people in North America.
Too many people in South America.
Too many people on the ocean.
Too many people under the sea.

Too many people on the planet.
Too many people in the world.

Too many people on the rivers.
Too many people om the mountains.
Too many people in the desert.
Too many people on the plain.
Too many people on the land.
Too many people in the jungle.
Too many people in the desert.
Too many people driving cars.
Too many people flying planes.
Too many people riding the rail.
Too many people on the train.

Too many people not enough trees.
Too many people not enough herbs.
Too many people not enough insects.
Too many people not enough birds.
Too many people not enough food.
Too many people not enough air.
Too many people not enough water.
People are a virus too many people.
People are a virus too many people.

Too many people on the planet.
Too many people in the world.

Too many people in the country.
Too many people in the state.
Too many people in the city.
Too many people on my street.
Too many people north and south.
Too many people east and west.

Too many people on the planet.
Too many people in the world.

Too many people not enough animals.
Too many people not enough birds.
Too many people not enough flowers.
Too many people not enough fish.
Too many people not enough food.
Too many people not enough air.
Too many people not enough water.
People are a virus too many people.
People are a virus too many people.

Too many people breeding more people.
Too many people in the world.
Too many people on the planet.
Too many people in the world.

Too many people in the solar system.
Too many people in the galaxy.
People are a virus too many people.
People are a virus too many people.

I'm a poet. I know it. Hope I don't blow it.

2007-08-02T14:33:00.000-07:00

Helen says

Helen says emo has no balls.
Helen says emo has no balls.
Helen says emo has no balls.
Helen says emo has no balls.
Helen says emo has no
Helen says emo has no
helen says emo has no
BALLS!

imagine a skinny geek slamming a cheap Japanese, sorry inexpensively aquired fine quality copy of something cool guitar turned up way past ten on the toobular amplitude scale and screaming gravel throated bloody murder and having his way with the one chord or chordless progression that you might find in the almighty "E". For variety you could sing it in different styles for every line while continuing to give Lou Reed like attention to that "E" chord.

this one's for a friend. I hope you get the joke.

A Simpler Truth

2007-07-26T09:25:00.000-07:00

What if the calendar dropped off the wall
silence in every room,
the grandfather clock standing still and tall
tick-tocking time too soon.

Reflections in the mirror at the end of the hall,
silent ghostly dawn.
and what if the ceiling grew exceedingly tall,
silent curtains drawn--

Wine glass mid fall never to spill,
mis-direction at every turn.
Both half empty and half filled,
don't let me speak out of turn.

but, the water is rising and the sky is falling,
no bridges left to burn.
When the world spins out of it's orbit (and there's)
no butter left to churn--

I will wish for a simpler place in time
I will wish for a simpler love
I will wish for a simpler pace and clime
I will wish for a simpler truth.

40th Anniversary Piper at the Gates of Dawn

2007-07-25T12:47:00.001-07:00

Look for it. It changed my life.

HaPpY bIrThDaY aArOn!!!!

2007-07-17T05:53:00.000-07:00

Roger Roger keyboardist, trumpet player, guitarist and chief engineer is having a birthday today.

but, don't be so quick to dispose of the tried & true

2007-07-14T22:52:00.000-07:00

this soldier gave his life in the line of duty. cadet 5U4G served well and went out in a heroic flash that was startling to see. we should never forget the old soldiers.

always embrace the latest in technology...

2007-07-03T15:18:00.000-07:00

yeah, right!

the legendary Short Wave Band

2007-06-01T08:06:00.000-07:00

All hail the reemergence of the short wave band. Around 75ish I, little Ronnie Rocket was experimenting in his laboratory with an "old radio" whose source and whereabouts today are unknown. Anyway to make a short boring story way more long, complicated and exciting than it really was, I was tinkering with this short wave radio and these otherworldly sounds were emitting from it, theremin-like waves of pure sonic celestial joy. So the light bulb went off and little me decided then and there to form the "Short Wave Band".

That was pretty easy since I was the only member, but the very concept of a BAND was like a dream for the mad scientist inside me. While others in the field of "electronic music" were spending thousands upon thousands for MOG synthewhatzits, I was teasing and torturing this little radio into my own completely organically grown form of electronic music for mere pennies on the dollar. Tapes remain in the archive, around 25 minutes of space noodles.

And, a concept was born. The concept of making music out of other people’s throwaways, other people’s dead technologies. While other’s eschewed the cassette, little Mr. Rocket saw the cassette as an opportunity to create little sonic sculptures that combined both words and music. A "recording engineer" he was not. This concept eventually evolved into Butchwax, a more pop rock n roll band that was put together to play the songs I was beginning to write.

Most of the material written around this time was composed on acoustic guitar, an Epiphone with a broken neck that I picked somewhere real cheap. Eventually the neck broke completely off, the nutty professor being clueless that it might be able to be repaired when first acquired. The tune changed with the introduction of the electric guitar and the 1963 Fender tremo-lux and as the band evolved from concept to actuality I played less and less guitar. This wasn’t a choice so much as the amp died. The routine became that I wrote away from the band, then taught the guitarist the chords and I didn’t actually "play" in the band.

I think that was unfortunate in many ways but Butchwax turned out to be quite a force without my input as a guitar player. Kudos to a Mr. Dupree. The band was more refined and disciplined and structured, where I am not. I want to retain an edge of not knowing what’s coming next as with the old blips and skrees of hell’s own wave ocilliator.

As the Short Wave Band made the evolutionary ride to stage readiness the hubble bubble toil and trouble aspect of the alchemy was lost. It became a different dynamic because it was by nature formulaic. We play the song this way or it’s wrong. While structure has it's own statement to make I like to keep the laws of chance in play until the finished art or product is final in vinyl. I think in terms of the vinyl disc being the medium and the sound etched into it as the artistic work. And that work is complete only when recorded and etched into polyvinylchloride. I look at the song as a heading, a direction. Songs are the vehicle by which an artistic statement can be made and that statement, for me, is more flavorful or even spicy if I can use outdated tossed aside technologies to produce my work. Not to mention, I grew up on and love the sound of hot tubes.

As irony will often shape things, I was talking with my son about those remembered days at "back room studios" choking and coaxing that radio into becoming a creative partner and wondering what ever happened to the heart of the SWB. When I mentioned I would love to get another one to play with now he said he had one I could have. He had found it beside the road for refuse pick-up. It is pictured above. Let the psychedelic folk experimentation begin… at least in spirit the short wave band still lives.

Roger Roger has a new tune up today.

pdq audio recordings...

2007-05-26T07:36:00.000-07:00

combining obsolete technologies from many generations to create unique and facinatings sounds...

if you pray...

2007-05-23T05:02:00.001-07:00

say a prayer for Bo Diddley.

doodah man

2007-05-17T14:33:00.000-07:00

News of the Weird

2007-05-17T10:02:00.000-07:00

I love the stooges. They were and are one of the three to five most powerful rock bands to every take to the planks or commit their noise to tape. There are numerous artifacts of varying sonic quality available both legally and on the sly to testify to this. This is not an opinion; the stooges are a force, an elemental blast from the magma, spewing brimstone into the face of falsehood and fakery. Their legacy is in place everywhere except the unhallowed ground of the rock and roll hall of fame. I'm sorry, why is that again? the stooges, Fun House, and Raw Power are the three generally recognized reasons for that legacy. I don't think I need to tell you why that is so. But, the stooges refused to live in or on the past. They are back after a thirty-four year absence with The Weirdness(Virgin). "Critics won't like this at all" Mr. Osterberg quips. And he's right. Hell, critics didn't like the stooges, ever. Now, what do the fans think of The Weirdness? Some fans won't like this either but that's because their heads are so far up their bung that it's choking off the oxygen to their brains. They project their pitiful expectations as a goal for the band to reach. What about the BAND, don't they count? I LOVE the stooges but they don't work for me. I don't OWN them. They are under no obligation to strive t'ward MY expectations.
Had it not been for Lester Bangs you probably wouldn't have heard of the stooges and there are minions who still haven't. but, no matter, top five all time, hands down, case closed. Let's get this out of the way so you don't think I am blind or deaf. While Mr. I Pop was never a literary bard his lyrics have never been quite so wince-worthy as several couplets that appear on the weirdness. He CAN do wrong and that is entirely OK. Iggy Pop is both the strength, the weakness and the soul of this band and those are the very reasons we care. Those are the reasons Ronald Asheton cares. Those are the reasons Scott Rock Action cares. Those are the very reasons Steve Mackay cares.
the stooges ragged glory was their art. They were a bare wire, exposed and possibly lethal. Now some want them to be "musicians" or worse, dead heros. As Iggy might say; "fuck all that". James Newell Osterberg is a self confessed elderly gentleman of means. He likes his Bordeaux. He swims. He's back with the stooges because he WANTS to be and that is the best reason of all. And, the truth of it is, this album rocks. "Fuck you if you can't take a joke" seems an appropriate response to anyone whos hopes and dreams have been crushed by this release. Lester Bangs is dead. Long live the psychedelic stooges.

tha's my boy...

2007-05-14T11:02:00.000-07:00

http://www.stuckatprom.com/contests/prom/entries.asp

I haven't "showed" my face around here in a while...

2007-05-01T10:36:00.000-07:00

OK so, here it is: lately I have been "learning" the rudiments of a recording technology that most everybody considers passe. Not only am I recording to tape I have the audacity, gall and nerve to use cassette tape. I have been gathering together a thrift store "studio" which is still in dire need of a couple of nice warm and fuzzy tube amps for PA & guitar, cheap. Any suggestions?

If there's nothing else, questions? Well, I guess I just get on out of here... this is Piondexter Q Rocknroll signing off from the outerzone.

pdq recordings
POBoxXXX
Nowhere, FAST
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SUN RA: THE SINGLES

2007-02-14T11:30:00.000-08:00

This is Poindexter Q Rock’n’Roll coming to you live from beautiful downtown Worthdale right here on WPDQ. We’re gonna be spinning some sheet like you ain’t never heard before. It’s gonna be M-I-N-D E-X-P-A-N-D-I-N-G.

The first thing I wanna tell you tonight, before we get started, is that, if you get a chance, you need to go down to the canteen and tell Harry and Irene that Poindexter Q says hey. And while you’re there get Irene to cook you up some of them brains and eggs she’s so famous for. OK, without further adieu, let’s rock!

Tonight I am going to turn the whole show over to an artist that many of you may not be so familiar with but one who has released music in every decade since the forties. Let me turn your attention to one specific package, Sun Ra: The Singles (Evidence 1996). A two-disc collection from throughout Sun Ra’s lengthy and prolific career that is a must for any serious music lover. With over 150 minutes of music so varied and adventurous that it almost literally turns you every which way but loose.

To listen to both discs straight through is a ride you won’t soon forget; as an amazing collection of innovative players interpret Sun Ra as Sun Ra interprets others. This is challenging music and we are all greater for it. From "A Foggy Day" to "Outer Space Plateau" it is a roller coaster of innovation.

Herman Poole "Sonny" Blount became Sun Ra. Then Sun Ra created his own alternative and was one of the first to do it. He created Saturn Records, his own independent label, in the mid-fifties, that released most of the music featured here. Sun Ra, who was early to experiment with Robert Moog’s contribution to musical instrumentation, was actually given a prototype mini-moog by Bob himself.

You can find Sun Ra music that is more challenging, way more far-out than this, especially some of the 60’s era New York based explorations. In fact, there is quite a bit of doo-wop on this disc but I find it an excellent way to remember loosing my acid cherry and seeing Sun Ra and the Solar Arkestra lift off into interstellar overdrive at the Hampton Jazz Festival in 1967.

it's Jah Redd's birthday today

2007-02-14T07:42:00.000-08:00

this from the ABOO profile on myspace:

"1/31/07... I have completed the 2nd issue of the zine and will be out tommorrow! Although..it might take me a day or two to get them..Very Soon..This one has full color front and back cover..3000 on newsprint/40 pages/...interviews with: Jae/A.P.P.L.E. Penelope/ The Avengers Colin/ The Hated Danny/ Social UnRest Steve/Thought Crime Mike/ Channel 3 And Insane Jane.....also Froilan/Radikal Primate zine~Phillipines scene report and more..I book some shows in Raleigh, so bands write...The zine is 2 dollars post paid in the states, 3 in canada and mexico and 4 world.Trades are cool,~ jared/ a beat of our own 123 b park avenue raleigh, nc 27605 ...."

Just out is issue number two of Jared's labor of love: A Beat of Our Own. If you are local, pick one up on Hillsborough Street, if not contact Jared here:

http://www.myspace.com/abeatofourown

A BEAT OF OUR OWN

caught a chicken pecking hell out of my typewriter...

2007-02-13T05:32:00.000-08:00

and he left this:

“Lemme ask ya one question. Do you think that… you could make it… with Frankenstein?”

yeeeehiiiiiii… saddle up boys and girls you’re gonna want to get on this “Subway Train”. I don’t know where you could have been hiding your head for the last what 35 years but at one time the New York fucking Dolls were the BEST take no prisoners rock ‘n’ roll band on the planet and very possibly the whole expanse of Perry Rhodan’s Universe.

But, if you DID manage to somehow escape undamaged by the dangerous racket the ‘Dolls threw directly in your face, I call into evidence a “demo”, a hard night’s day.

It’s got 21 signature licks that the ‘Dolls burn down, incinerate, pummel to bits, shout about it, scream about it… This Y2K Norton release was recorded live at Planet Studios, by Paul Nelson, in March 1973. Very lively stuff. What are you waiting for? Go get one, now.

It’s pretty hard to beat that first “official” album on Mercury that Todd Rundgren produced but you already have that, right, so, yeah you will be running around clutching this in both hands banging it against your forehead and trying to resist the temptation to shout THE NEW YORK DOLLS are IT!!!!!!!!

I have and always will embrace and encourage you to check out the New York Dolls in their many forms and guises but understand, this is THE New York Dolls: Johnny, David, Syl, Jerry & Arthur “Killer” Kane at the top of their game.

The same way the Stooges had shocked the world a few years before the New York Dolls had equal impact on what came directly after. Like the Stooges, the 'Dolls had the balls, they had the chops and they had the sassy assed attitude to stand and deliver. These guys took rock and roll by the hair of it’s scrawny head and dragged it, kicking and screaming all the way, to the pinnacle.

“You’re gonna get it when Frankenstein gets home!”

http://www.nydolls.org/

http://www.nortonrecords.com/

Roger Roger and the Co-Pathetics orMy Holiday by Roger Ron

2007-02-10T09:04:00.000-08:00

I seldom go freeform on these posts. In fact, lately, I haven’t had any form at all. I’ve been largely missing in action. Here it is February 10th and I still have not "rung in the new" So, with tongue in cheek, gun in holster, bags packed and traveler’s checks in hand; off we go.

My Christmas holiday by R Taylor.

The truth is Ms Modern and I tried very hard to dodge the sanctified holiday that has evolved from celebrating the birth of Christ. What we celebrate here in America is greed and gluttony. I’m not even Christian and I am still offended. The businessmen of America depend on our super comsumptive nature to resolve their bottom line problems with one big, ridiculous, violence laden shopping frenzy at the end of every year.

We probably pissed off several family members but it was worth it and, just maybe, they will get over it.

My small concession to the "Christmas Spirit" was that I got grandson Lukin his first Tonka and my son and I found this JVC cassette deck at a local thrift store marked $24. This lady came over and said "half price sale today, but I’ll let you have it for $8". Sold.

A week or so later my son found a pair of Calrad DM20 microphones that we picked up for $50.

I thought getting him involved in taping/sound engineering would be a good thing for us to do together since I am a songwiter/musician. Actually he is becoming a musician himself and has written a few songs. He has been in band throughout his schooling, on trumpet and fluglehorn. Since he was a young boy I have always encouraged him to the guitar, which is my instrument. I first got the little Yamaha that is like ukulele size, then up to the ¾.

On Christmas Eve my daughter and Lukin’s dad Gil came over and Aaron, Gil and I did some "test" recordings with the new equipment. I have a Shure mic myself. We recorded the three songs I have most recently been working on; "Circle Around", "Wait for Me" & "Days" and an unreleased Neutral Milk Hotel song Gil and I like to sing together called "Sinking Ship". You can find the "best" of our holiday hootnanney at:

http://www.myspace.com/psychedelicuscapricornicus

My new year’s eve was uneventful. My "bubbly" was several PBR’s and that’s alright with me. As we moved into 2007 it was pretty much more of the same but I have been feeling a bit better, I guess light is a good way to put it, or even energetic, excited, creative. The opportunity to record my music and have my old friend Michael from before and with Butchwax involved AND my son and Gilbert who is an excellent singer…I haven’t felt this good about the music in a long time. I also have something working with a guy from back in the days of Butchwax but I shouldn’t say too much; don’t want to jinx anything.

I feel like my writing is more complex and more colored than ever but retaining a solid foundation in the roots, the music of the folk.

Aaron and I got together with Michael on February 3rd. Michael brought his Behringer UB802 and his Shure mic. We set up the Yamaha PSS480 to play "bass" and I was shocked at how quickly Aaron took command of that. Sure, he had flubs but it was amazing how natural it seemed to be for him. The main thing we recorded were the same basic three that I have been trying to polish but the coup of the session was our first overdub. I played guitar and sang, Michael sang harmony and Aaron played "bass" then overdubed trumpet on "Circle Around" and Aaron and I did a trumpet/guitar/vocals "demo" of a new song I am still working on called "Open"

At some point during the "joyous holiday season" I finally got my lyricist/composer card from ASCAP so if anyone wants to record some of my songs let me know. My anniversary of abdication to State emposed slavery was January 21st, 32 years. That pretty much brings us up to date.

By the way, my new year’s resolution was to work on the blog more. You see how that turned out, don't you?

It's been so long I hardly knew the placegee it's good to be back home...

2007-02-10T07:45:00.000-08:00

this was written December 29, 2006.

good morning. it's my birthday, so, I thought now might be the time to come out of "hiding". of course we still need to make it through the George Washington's Day sale or the "pop the cork" celebration at the dawning of the new year. the 7th Day Adventist magazine mom continues to buy me a subscription for has a story about the end of the world I've been thinking about one of the first songs I wrote for Butchwax or the "short wave band" at the time, called "New Dawn". 1977.

A new dawn is coming break on through.
A new dawn is coming shine on through.
The dawning of a new day,
We’re gonna reach you.
Were gonna teach you
a strange new way.
But first,
Annihilation,
Armageddon,
Total destruction.
A new dawn is coming blink your eye it’s gone.
A new dawn is coming blink your eye it’s here.
The dawning of a new day.
Were gonna teach you
We’re gonna reach you
It’s a strange new day.
But first,
Annihilation,
Armageddon,
Total destruction.

I’m not saying I am or was the first to say the sky is falling but the signs are there for all to see and are being largely ignored. no, no, no this is not an "end of the world as we know it" whine and that’s not even what the above quoted song is about.
What I meant to tell you was how my holiday went and, so, this being the 30th anniversary of the new dawn that’s how we got here. Rumbling fumbling mumbling stumbling… yes I know the lyrics are a bit naïve and simple but it also might be their strength.

a Webb of sound or the world wide Webb

2006-12-19T11:45:00.000-08:00

Webb Wilder.Hideway BBQ.12-1-06

First of all, this ain’t punk. At least not in the skinhead, Mohawk, can’t understand a friggin’ word you’re saying, nihilistic, look at me, I’m cool sense. This is rock AND roll music, both kinds. This is the real thang.

I have no clue if any of this ‘zines readers, YOU I’m talking to, will have ever heard a note from this guy but I don’t care. You NEED Webb Wilder.

About two months ago the Hideaway BBQ opened up in our fair berg and put a big ole sign out front promising us REAL country music, which, I am assuming, was the venue’s alternative to the Nashville pablum pop that saturates the airwaves and numbs minds too feeble to look further than the nose they are being lead around by.

I frankly have no patience with music “fans” that accept force feeding from the big four entertainment moguls without question or resentment. If you like for your dollar to buy Richard Branson or some other billionaire another failed balloon trip you may move on to the next page right now. If you think that being a certain age, having some bullshit “indy-cred” or wearing a black tee shirt means anything, just skitter on back under the rug.

But, if your mind is open and you have maintained the ability to rock your ass off without fear of losing membership to some exclusive CLUB then read on my brother, Webb Wilder and the Beatnecks are your kind of wild and wooly ride.

Look, I’m not planning to describe every funny face, every Telecaster twang, every twirl of the ever present fedora or even rattle off the bands wide ranging set-list, I’m just gonna tell you this; See it, buy it, rock it, roll it, just get to the next show this guy puts on and drink of the blessed nectar he delivers. Oh, I will tell you a couple of the highlights though; a pounding re-arrangement of Johnny Burnette’s “Little Boy Sad” and a stinging rendition of Dave Edmunds’ cover of Chuck Berry’s “Run Run Rudolph”. Happy Holidays indeed.

I guess the reason he didn’t play “Baby Please Don’t Go” was that he was afraid we’d keep him there all night.

http://www.webbwilder.com/

science gone too far?

2006-12-17T07:52:00.000-08:00

Psychedelicus Capricornicus

2006-12-05T14:33:00.000-08:00

Roger Roger and the Biased Whisky Hostel

Awhile back I made a 90 min cassette of some low fie recordings I had made over the years in the hopes that I could get them out to the public. I had become really taken with the work of the original Elephant 6 collective; Robert Schneider, Will Cullen Hart, Bill Doss and Jeff Mangum so I sent the tape to Orange Twin Records' Laura Carter. Maybe I sabbotaged the whole thing by selecting some of my most eclectic and obsure stuff to send but WTF. I know they are a small label doubtless with little cash to throw around so I wasn't actually expecting much if anything. This week this came in the mail which at least lets me know the package arrived.

I still have high hope that I can get into a "real" studio at some point to put some of my hundreds of songs down to magnetic tape. offers?

The Devil on 45 #2

2006-12-04T05:35:00.000-08:00

featuring

New York Doll, the Music of Charles Manson,

Punk 'n' Porn, why you need to hear Metallic KO

and much much more.

contact Ed

thedevilon45@yahoo.ie