Wednesday, April 11, 2001

Listening to John Fahey, "The Transfiguration of Blind Joe Death." this guy was pioneering in the early sixties what hacks (and i mean "hack" in the nicest possible way) like Dougie McCombs are trying out today with their fancy electric guitars and roland samplers... fahey manupulates sound and ambience in ways that folks in the sixties thought was "woah...far out".... while still keeping true to the melodicism and tradition of the american musics he so loved. Today, he is still infultrating the minds of guitar players with brains everywhere

fahey's recent death (feb 22 2001) had me choked up for a few minutes, and after about a hundred listenings of "live in tasmania" you'll be choked up too, you insensitive fuck. im also choked up over the fact that everybody who thought fahey was an asshole is gonna make some dough off of interviews singing his praises, or auctioning off the "Mississippi" John Hurt and Dock Boggs records that fahey lent them that they never gave disgust me.

Fahey recorded a lot of records and started a hip label called Revenant which released the likes of Jim O'Rourke and Cap'n Beefheart.

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Also listening to Brokeback aka Dougie McCombs (and his whammybar). their first release Field Recordings from Cook County Water Table is killing me. the second tune "returne to orange grove" features none other than dougie and his whammy bar, and a superbly recorded sample of a train... also check out "another routine day breaks", and "the flat curving" #s 5 & 8 respectively and with respect. the cover art is great...and minimal like doug's taste....a water table map of cookcounty... this combines three of my major infatuations: train sounds, maps, and guitars.....aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!

i went on a solo roadtrip this winter, and one of my stops was flagstaf az.....anyone who's been knows that a freight wails through the center of flagstaff every 15 minutes (no joke).... i probably watched 8 or ten of them with my eyes closed....and recorded a couple....

at any rate....Field Recordings from Cook County Water Table also includes some great bass work by the chicago underground duo's Noel Kupersmith, clutch triange work by John "big mac" McEntyre (insert baby w/ one eyebrow here), and some other stuff by some indie-giants weve all had dreams of being just like (as if!!!). check it out....havnt heard the second recording yet.... but its on the list


Monday, April 09, 2001

Every Dog has its Thorns

"If you cant clean up after your dog....get rid of it: NO SHIT!!!!" -- ABurton

As seen on TV's "Survivor"

on the way to work this morning i witnessed a white 8"x11" paper flyer bow past my windshield onto the woman's wet windshield beside me. the flyer stuck flat directly in her field of vision so she could not possibly see the road in front of her. had i been her i would have gotten out at the next light and removed it.....however she decided to roll down her window and drive with her head out instead.

Come on Down (to lowest common Denominator)

For my grandmother's 70th birthday this weekend, my grandfather treated her to tickets to the Price is Right, starring the only living person in worse shape than Lenin. My grandma was not asked to come on down, but she did spy a chinette she bought immediately after the show, and got a kiss from the immortal Bob Barker....

Yeh Capitalism!!!

today i saw a man drinking coffee from an orange cup with the TIDE detergent logo on it.....hhhhhmmmmmmmmmm...i wonder if it leaked.

Perfect Disguise

Well...ive come full circle. disgusted by the idea that one of my faves was stolen into superockstardom, i was hardpressed to even listen to the modest mouse major label debut "the moon and antarctica".... however, the worst thing about the record is the cover "art" depicting a godly handshake that may actually be the handshake that occured between Issac Brock and Epic Record/Sony bigwigs. ... and you all know the saying, so i listened. to Brock's credit, and Epic's chagrin, the only songs resembling "hits" on this rec are "a different city", and "tiny cities made of ashes", and "paperthin walls". the rocker, "a different city", features Brock snearing "im gonna look out the window of my color t.v." while MM's characteristic terrible trebble guitars rip holes in your unborn children's eardrums... "tiny cities made of ashes" is a bombastic driving tune, weilding electronicish drumtracks and vox that will make you want to punch me in my glasses. bothof these tunes utilize a fine sense of vocal layering...different textures, and timings, stuck together making it seem that brock is singing out of all ten sides of his cool-guy head simultaneously. "Paperthin walls" has a cool cowbell, and a guitar lick that paul simon could have written... the rest of the rec is quite moody.... beautiful at times (my personal fave being "Perfect Diguise"), nursury rhyming here and there (Wild Packs of Family Dogs), and frighteningly poignant in others... "the stars are projectors, yeah/ projecting our lives down to this planet earth"(the stars are projectors)... the record's opener,"3rd Planet," is an intruiguing, lyrical play ending with "The universe is shaped exactly like the earth you go straight long enought youll end up where you were" ... simple and stylish. the more i listen to all the textures of vocal tracks that B Deck tied togeather ...the more i think this record to be genius...
buy all their records, and if you can steal this one, do it... cuz these guys should be back on K Records again...or even UP.