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Slinging tuneage like some fried or otherwise soused short-order cook

31 December 2017

Let’s Get Graphic about No Wave...the Fucking Youth of Today

Just Another Asshole was a No Wave mixed media publication project launched from the Lower East Side of Manhattan from 1978 to 1987. Barbara Ess started the title in 1978 as a personal 'zine: a crudely photocopied compilation of her collages in a makeshift transparency on which the titled was painted in bright red nail polish. Ess served as editor for all seven issues of Just Another Asshole. [1]

Issues 3 & 4 were co-edited by Jane M. Sherry; issues 5 through 7 were co-edited by Glenn Branca.

Issues #1 & #2 were 'zines comprised of photocopied high-contrast cut-outs of appropriated newspaper headlines & détourned news clippings, many of them either banal or tragic happenings: fluke accidents; random murders; pedestrians killed by falling debris; television hypochondriacs; & botched suicides. Ess came up with the publication's title after reading a New York Post article about a deaf-mute boy killed by an intruder he couldn't hear: "There was a picture of the boy, and he looked so sweet. I made a color Xerox of it, and I wrote on it 'just another asshole' ", she recalled. Although the 'zine started as a response to the alienating & dehumanizing effect of media, which exploited the same images & headlines that Ess used for their shock & entertainment value, JAAsshole evolved into an exploration of  that media's potential, when used in the right hands, to foster community & collectivity among like-minded artists.

Issue #3 was a tabloid format. This issue was co-edited by Jane M. Sherry. JAAsshole put out an open call for contributions in which ''anything submitted will be accepted, no matter what, no matter by whom''. The final product included contributions from Jenny Holzer, Barbara Kruger, Carla Liss & as many as forty others. It accompanied the ''Library Show'' exhibition at Colleen Fitzgibbon's East Village gallery. [2]

Issue # 4 was a four-page spread in the February 1980 issue of Artforum. [3]

Issue #5 was a compilation anthology LP of 84 artists' &musicians' work. The LP was released with the help of White Columns. It consisted of short, experimental music & spoken word recordings, no track longer than one minute (the cover states ''77 tracks x :45 sec. x 83[sic] artists'').

Issue #6 was a paperback book. Anthologies played a major part in defining the various attitudes of downtown N.Y.C.  No Wave work. JAAsshole #6 is one of the great seminal writing compilations. Edited with Glenn Branca, this issue outlines the variety of styles & aesthetics that were developing in the early 1980s. In all, sixty artists & writers are represented, including works by: Kathy Acker; Eric Bogosian; Mitch Corber; Brian Buczak; Jenny Holzer; Cookie Mueller; Richard Prince, Joseph Nechvatal, Judy Rifka, David Rattray, Arleen Schloss; Kiki Smith; Tod Jorgenson; Lynne Tillman; Anne Turyn; Ann Rower; Reese Williams; David Wojnarowicz; & Barbara  Kruger.

Issue #7 was Thought Objects (??? - I think No Wave was done by then)? This final installment of the Just Another Asshole project was co-edited by Glenn Branca & published in 1987. This publication includes photographs by Alice Albert & others as well as essays by Rosetta Brooks, Tricia Collins & Richard Milazzo, John Hilliard, Gary Indiana, Cookie Mueller, David Rattray, Carol Squiers, Amy Taubin, & Lynne Tillman.

For this blog, for this crowd, for this here New Year, we feature for your listening scarification...Just Another Asshole #5 - The LP.

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 Side 1 / Cut 1 –
"Eggs Benedictus" – Larry Simon
"Kojak / Wang" – Dara Birnbaum
"Untitled 2" – Carla Liss
excerpt from "Times Sq. Show Audio" – Bobby G
"Incantation" – Wharton Tiers
"True Confessions" – Carol Parkinson
"Untitled 10" – Nina Canal
"Shift" – Lee Renaldo"
"Untitled 5" – Jenny Holzer
"Sound Stroke" – Annea Lockwood

Side 1 / Cut 2 –
"The Smith-Leroy Comedy Team" – Michael Smith / A. Leroy
"Dinner Time" – Chris Nelson
"Untitled 15" – Willie Klein
"Simply Riding a Dream" – Mitch Corber
"Untitled 8" – Mark Abott
"Untitled 3" – Dan Graham
"On the Promontory" – Michael Shamberg
"Radio Song" – Anne DeMarinis
"The Fucking Youth of Today" – Thurston Moore

Side 1 / Cut 3 –
"Red Ants" – Andy Blinx / Don Hunerberg
"Calvin Klein" – Vikky Alexander
"Dear John" – John Howell
"Untitled 12" – Salvatore Principato
"Penumbra" – Nigel Rollings
"Grand Central Station" – Peggy Katz
"Highway Patrol" – Eric Bogosian
"Happy Police Horn" – Herr Lugus
"Door Stop" – Amy Taubin
excerpt from "The Machines" – Remko Scha [4]

Side 1 / Cut 4 –
"Talking Art" – Susan Russell
"Untitled" – Bill Buchen
"Well, Alice" – Verge Piersol
"Tell the Story" – David Hofstra / Lynne Tillman
"K-4" – D. Brown
"Dogs" – Sandra Seymour
"Index Circa Seventy" – Phill Niblock
"United Technology" – Barbara Kruger
"Fetish" – John Rehberger

Side 2 / Cut 1 –
"Turtles Travel Slower on Asphalt" – Paul Mcmahon / Nancy Radloff
"Dub Bums" – Bruce Tovsky
"Untitled 9" – Martha Wilson
excerpt from "Slowly I Turn, Step By Step, Inch By Inch ...." – Ned Sublette
"Faspeedelaybop" – Glenn Branca
"You Will Start Out Standing" – Gail Vachon
"Deutschland Etude" – B. Conan Piersol
"A Natural Death" – Gregory Sandow
"Dirty Tape" – Stephan Wischerth

Side 2 / Cut 2 –
"Warhead in the Forehead" – Bob George
"It's True" – Judy Rifka
"Long Song" – David Garland
"32 Bad Movies" – Mark Bingham
excerpt from "Strangers in a Strange Land" – Michael Byron
"It's Hot Love" – Glenda Hydler / Susan Fisher
"Untitled 7" – Laurie Spiegel
"Entrada" – Barbara Ess
"Untitled 6" – Kiki Smith
"Untitled 13" – Shelley Hirsh

Side 2 / Cut 3 –
"Foreign Waters" – Peter Gordon [5]
"Watch Out - Verse 5" – Arleen Schloss [6]
"Sweden - Den Mother" – Tod Jorgensen [6]
"Voices and Chambers" – David Rosenbloom
"Untitled 4" – Doug Snyder
"Floating Cinema Excerpt" – Jon Rubin
"Untitled 14" – Thomas Lawson
"Pipe Music" – Harry Spitz
excerpt from "64 Short Stories" – Rhys Chatham / David Linton
"Salutations Roma" – Isa Genzken

Side 2 / Cut 4 –
"New Sneakers" – Daile Kaplan
"Working Youth" – Kim Gordon / Miranda
"Untitled 11"– Sally A. White
"Crown of Thorns" – Joseph Nechvatal
"Friend Heart Alarm" – Steven Harvey
"Radio Off" – Sammy Marshall Harvey
"Untitled 1" – 0:51
"Evelyn McHale" – Rudolph Grey
"Die" – Richard Morrison
excerpt from "Metal and Plastic" – Z'EV

Vitin e ri të Lumtur,

[1] – In the musick world, Barbara Ess has performed & recorded post-punk music with bands since 1978, including The Static, Disband, & Y Pants. She often performed at art galleries, at the Mudd Club, & at Tier 3.

[2} – After studying abstract art at Duke University, traditional painting, printmaking, & drawing at the University of Chicago, in 1974 Jenny Holzer moved to Manhattan to participate in the Whitney Museum's independent study program where she began her initial exploration of language as art. She began her ''Truisms'', philosophical concepts in simplified phrases for everyone. These then became black script on anonymous sheets that she wheat-pasted on buildings, walls, & fences around NYC. Her pieces encouraged pedestrians to scribble messges on the posters & make verbal comments. Holzer would often stand nearby one of her posters & listen to the conversations her art started, This interaction with the art was Holzer's real goal. In 1982 for the first time, Holzer installed a large electronic sign on the Spectacolor board in Times Square. This piece was sponsored by the Public Art Fund program. The message was part of her Survival series which commented on the great pain, great delight, & great ridiculousness of living in contemporary society.

At the beginning of her art career, Barbara Kruger was intimidated to enter New York galleries due to the art scene which was an atmosphere that, to her, did not welcome "particularly independent, non-masochistic women". However, she received early support for her projects from groups such as the Public Art Fund that encouraged her to continue art making. She switched to her modern practice of collage in the early 80s.

Hot on the heels of Pussy Riot's condemnation of Russia's politicized justice system & suppression of freedom of expression, millions of young women have been caught donning balaclavas in solidarity with feminism for the first time. Echoing scenes of riot grrrl rebellion & Guerrilla Girls anonymity, certainly, the call to charter communities of supportive & creative women via music is nothing new. An apartment on the edge of Prospect Park in Brooklyn served as host to infrequent practices for DISBAND members Martha Wilson, Ilona Granet, Donna Henes, & Diane Torr (a rotating membership, which at some moments has included Barbara Kruger, Ingrid Sischy, Barbara Ess, Daile Kaplan & many others). Amongst the numerous No Wave bands in New York in the late 70s & early 80s who predicated on negation, DISBAND represented one of many new spaces for women who rejected the mainstream culture of the time.

DISBAND did not come out of any specific tradition, but instead, members made their own by blurring the lines between performance art & live music. None of the members were technically skilled in music. As Martha Wilson states in the Martha Wilson Sourcebook: 40 Years of Reconsidering Performance, Feminism, Alternative Spaces, "We did play some instruments: plastic bags; newspapers; hammers; Col. Sanders' chicken buckets, bed sheets, hotel bells".

[3] – Ingrid Sischy, before becoming a photography & art critic for The New Yorker (1988), before taking the helm of Interview magazine (1989), long before becoming a contributing editor for Vanity Fair (1997) was the unlikely editor of Artforum magazine. The beloved South African native, who passed away in July, 2015 at the age of 63 from breast cancer,  became the editor for Artforum in late 1979. When the issue arrived on newsstands, it caused a great stir. It was utterly unlike any previous issue of Artforum. The contributors included the photographer William Wegman, the English conceptual artists Gilbert & George, the conceptual artist Joseph Buys, the performance artist Laurie Anderson, the editors of the radical feminist magazine Heresies, & the editors of the art journal Just Another Asshole. The whole thing had an impudent, aggressively unbuttoned, improvised yet oddly poised air. The cover of Sischy's first issue was a reproduction of the cover of the first issue of an avant-garde magazine of the forties called VVV. Sischy had borrowed the original cover from David Hare, VVV's former editor. Someone who had not come from John Szarkowski's MoMArt photography department might not have been as overjoyed as Sischy was by the cigarette burn & the spills that stained it, but she correctly gauged the surreal beauty that these ghostly traces of past life would assume when photographed, as well as the sense of quotation marks that they would help impart to the notion of a cover about a cover.

[4]  – Remko Scha - Guitar Mural 1 featuring The Machines C60, Taal Beeld Geluid, 1982. This is a recording of mechanically produced music from an installation in Corps de Garde, Groningen, Netherlands, October 1981. The Machines are a group of fan motors, electric drills, & electric sabre saws. They play electric guitars by means of rotating strings, rotating metal brushes, vibrating metal bars, & vibrating ropes. When the rotating / vibrating speeds of the motors are varied, different rhythms emerge from their interaction with the guitars. From the beginning of the 1980s until his death in November of 2015, The Machines was Remko’s band, though he never struck a note on any of their instruments during the group's lifetime. Not directly. Described on Scha's website as ''a group of electric motors who play electric guitar'', The Machines was an exercise in automated music, a hybrid of kinetic art & minimalist punk rock.

[5] – Peter Gordon - Star Jaws, Lovely Music, Ltd LML 1031, 1977. Peter Gordon & The Love of Life Orchestra; recorded & mixed by Peter Gordon with "Blue" Gene Tyranny; lyrics by Peter Gordon & Kathy Acker. Sensuous music expressed through a slick pop-rock language with simple harmony, generating a pop-classical hybrid. Saxophone solos, teenage-love lyrics, synthesizer effects, & conventional bass / drum parts mixed with quite a bit of intellect & abstraction. In addition to his own work or that with his Love of Life Orchestra, he has appeared on or composed music for albums by Laurie Anderson, Suzanne Vega, David Johansen, Elliott Murphy, The Flying Lizards, David Van Tieghem, Lawrence Weiner, and Arthur Russell.

[6] – Wednesday at A's was an on-going performance jam held in Arlene Schloss' Lower East Side loft on Broome Street. It began in 1979 & continued until 1981. During its tenure, the venue offered performance, art, & music featuring artists such as Jackie Apple, Eric Bogosian, as well as Schloss herself. Musical acts drew from the New York Punk / No-Wave scenes, featuring performers like Alan Suicide, Thurston Moore, & Glenn Branca, Flyers for Wednesday at A's were produced at Tod Jorgensen's Copy Shop on Mott Street - a nexus for what came to be known as the "New York Color Xerox School" which was an integral part of JAAsshole.  NØ

24 December 2017

NØ - - - More NØ Wave - - - NØ

Glenn Kenny of Trouser Press wrote: 
     "Around the turn of the decade (1980), Mars leader Sumner Crane corralled a bunch of cohorts (Mark Cunningham, Sumner Crane, & China Burg of Mars along with Ikue Mori & Arto Lindsay of DNA - NØ) and recorded John Gavanti, a no wave adaptation of — get this — Don Giovanni. Some have called this the most unlistenable record ever made, and that's a fine invitation indeed."

Mark Cunningham wrote about the project on his personal website:
     "John Gavanti was, in a sense, a band, as we spent over a year developing and rehearsing the work. It consisted of Sumner Crane, the author of the libretto and songs, Don Burg, alter ego of China Burg, and myself as well as Ikue Mori from DNA. In the recording sessions we also used Arto Lindsay and his brother Duncan on garbage lid percussion for a samba takeoff. Sumner played guitar and piano, Don bass clarinet and I managed to get in trumpet, trombone, baritone horn and tuba. Ikue played the viola and cello. Neither she nor Lucy had ever touched those instruments before. Sumner called the shots generally but the arrangements were collective improvs. We recorded it in NY at Sear Sound, an all vacuum tube studio later popularized by Sonic Youth. It was released on my own label Hyrax in 1980, and sold over the years almost all the 3000 vinyl copies printed. It's now been reissued as a CD on Atavistic."

John Gavanti (Mars & DNA) - John Gavanti, Hyrax Records HY-101, 1980.
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Side 1 -
I Awake
Down to the Ocean
On Board Ship
Gavanti Samba
Lo! La!
OhAncient Ocean
New York Blues

Side 2 -
Higher & Higher
Mirror Mirror
Venice / Locus Solus
Gavanti’s Lament
Homeward Bound

Joyeux Brumalia,


23 December 2017

Xmas - No Wave, Musick Slave

This one is for Ib, the truest Sibling of them all. This is not Mechanical Flattery, but it’s definitely the best Lunch.

Originally released in France in 2003 on CD. Tracks selected & produced by Michel Esteban.
Original analog master tapes digitally transfered at 24 bits & mastered to 16 bits. Dedicated to the memory of Anya Phillips, Bradley Field, Patrick Geoffrois, George Scott, & Summer Crane.

ZE Records ZEREC LP01, 2005.
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Side A -
Contort Yourself - James White & the Blacks
Wawa - Lizzy Mercier Descloux
Lady Scarface - Lydia Lunch
Mister Ray - Suicide

Side B -
3E - Mars
The Closet - Teenage Jesus & the Jerks
Rosa Vertov - Rosa Yemen
Pini Pini - Arto/Neto
Torso Corso - Lizzy Mercier Descloux
Almost Black - James White & the Blacks

Side C -
11,000 Volts - Mars
Mechanical Flattery - Lydia Lunch
Decryptated - Rosa Yemen
Empty nEyes - Teenage Jesus & the Jerks
Designed to Kill - The Contortions
Malu - Arto/Neto

Side D -
Less of Me - Teenage Jesus & the Jerks
Larousse Baron Bic - Rosa Yemen
That’s When Your Heartaches Begin - James Chance & Pill Factory
Herpes Simplex - Rosa Yemen
Twice Removed - The Contortions
Radiation - Suicide


12 December 2017

Not the Marquis...

I'm crying everyone's tears
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I suppose to do

I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul
But nothing would change, nothing would change at all
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good

The DJ's playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder if this grief will ever let me go
I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow

I suppose I could just walk away
Will I disappoint my future if I stay
It's just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing's any good

The DJ's playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder will this grief ever be gone
Will it ever go
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow

I'm crying everyone's tears
I have already paid for all my future sins
There's nothing anyone
Can say to take this away
It's just another day and nothing's any good

I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
I'm the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow

Songwriters: Andrew Hale / Helen Adu / Helen Folasade Adu / Paul Denman / Paul Spencer Denman / Stuart Matthewman

Original version
Letterman 3 April 2001
"Don't Cry" 2Pac - Sade mash-up
Guru remix
Fun Lovin’ Criminals remix
Cottonbelly remix
Radio edit
Echo Deep bootleg
Live 2011


17 November 2017

We Are the Night Family

Been a while since we drew some tea with WSB. Remedy provided.

So, I make the shooting gallery 4:00 p.m. and spot Skipper B., an old “Deadliner”...I know him from light-years back, a shabby inferential presence at the Dream Machine in the penny arcade and he hiccups:

“Quiet the roses...”

We make it down to the waterfront, where the old Yacht Club used to be, and this Time vigilante jumps out on us:

“Are you a Member?”

Without changing his expression, the Skipper took a small handgun from his side pocket and shot him:

“Wretched idiot inhabitants...running, do you see, after me...”

Dusty sunlight...dingy cabin...it was a typical “Klinker”, as such tramp spacecraft are called...the Skipper brings out a lead bottle of “Heavy Blue” and pours two lead cups...we “blue” out. He looks at me and says:

“Tick ahead of the Geigers, eh mate?”

I tell him I am carrying maps and lay out a BG---Brion Gysin---on the table. He checks the BG against his MOA---map of the area---and nods:

“Seems all right...What’s it to be then?”

“First, we pick up friends in Frisco...”

“You chaps don’t want much for a map, do you now?”

“Well, look at your own situation...stranded here...no crew...no maps...”

“Shall we have the other half?” he pours another round of “Heavy Blue” and we make a deal.

excerpt from “Films” - The Third Mind by William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin, Seaver Books, New York, 1978.

Here’s a 3xCD anthology of cut-up tape pieces by William S. Burroughs. A remarkable collections of recordings made at various locations in Tangiers & New York between 1964-65. Here is rare & unpublished material, over three hours worth. This collection provides a valuable insight into Burrough's methodology. It is an important document of his expansion from cut-ups on paper to vocal permutations & sonic experimentations. Booklet contains informative essay by Barry Miles & a number of period black/white photographs.

William S. Burroughs - Real English Tea Made Here 3xCD
Audio Research Editions ARECD301, 2007.
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Disc One -
It’s an Experiment
Cut-ins with Dutch Schultz
23 Skidoo
Are You Tracking Me

Disc Two -
Old Farmers’ Almanac
Puertos de los Santos

Disc Three -
The Piper Pulled Down the Sky
Wonderful Copenhagen
Towers Open Fire
We are the Night Family 

Enjoy a cuppa,

29 October 2017

Horace Provides Us with Dub Guidance

Two up & down cinema stands in straw images.
They have succeeded in securing themselves from Saint Nicholas (who?).
One night I dreamt about children,
who the wicked butcher was talking to in a pale violet mind.
They can foretell the night.

Smith was drawing the lantern light in the grey, glutinous, sup-sucking mud.

Identifying the disease as the wood in rooms charged.
Conspiracy thrives in spirits formidable.
The naive defray the cost as they ask,
"You blokes notice anything about the sky?"

The boy felt his mind bulked with the thrashing progress of some things,
a sound he knew as the easy beauty of the darkness.

Not only have the twins destroyed the night, they have destroyed us.
He & also yourself are the link today.
The entrance is the unicorn on the counter.
A better way to control it is a rendezvous for the young.
It's so simple - a simple shift & throng & it's so good.
It's the first step to all the audience's impatience.

The sobbing, writhing girl was on the tracks below them.

Nations - a fee that they think for - new Authorities.
They even have food. Burial mounds. Boiled coffee. Acid breath.

Me, if I me, insisting I think conspiracies as well.
Red, more deceptive than to be the one's fit, might be room for the rebellion.
I've said sure to the cure but you're so good since the Romans recovered.
The semiliterate subjects think to help again, right now.

Inside me I felt a dull sickness.
Inside me I felt the grey, glutinous, easy beauty of the darkness.

I found him in the Temple box, himself - you probably think you
have a monopoly, the better to prove the Greater Panama reality.
It really is. Not only there, but managed to fight for it.
In fact it is all fuck drive practice but the demand has
fallen & they haven't POOP!.

So WILL conquered up the young, seldom by auras.
They called the phase "popular".
How to turn a tiny interview into marital satanism.
What type of offerings are leading it?
Not only does mescaline, quite grounded in fact, bring it back to Pop.
It still takes far more for putting it in than it takes to be taking it out.

The boy was drowning in the lantern on the tracks below.
The sobbing, writhing burial mounds.
Smith felt his mind bulked with the thrashing progress of boiled coffee.

Twins are represented by appeals to the womb.
Sufficient from mother - the martyr twins.
The face turned toward the transmission, extremely touchy.
Three have hats. One has movement, put on in the rain.

Fodder for nincompoops - pass as their Father.
Saint Such.
Famous singer.

Skill cannot rightly qualify as religious mores.
Their Cosmas is only never daunted, it has obvious sources.
Choleric Occultism - a contradiction between dual established faces powdered,
salting merit that detracts from the two difficulties this year:
Occult (hidden) knowledge & revolutions.

An earthquake shade, gesticulating wildly, other things apropos.
Stroll the palace or change your occupation, hippy writer.
The water becomes at evening an "occult question from reporters".
He didn't give fuck all,
but will escort the negresses authoresses of Conspiracy Acapulco Gold.
How occult.
They joined the pleasure seeking in a dark, ill-ventilated well.
It was a tiny Post Office.
Tiny but difficult to reach the box,
to send the predictions,
busy wrapping the gift like lips painted carmine

Dead twins are deified. Black dandies have all dropped out.
The vacuum made its site outside until each fashionable & willing "practice".
He seemed to take the time or make the inclination,
a day long walk one night, undaunted,
where high-heeled shoes appear wearing white Claire voices.

Smith watched the sobbing, writhing girl & boy on the tracks below.
He threw his lantern's light against the grey, glutinous, sup-sucking dusk.
Suddenly the boy stopped thrashing. He felt his mind bulked with the lessening
of the acid breath darkness, the boiled coffee gloom, the burial mound dim.
He heard a sound he knew to be the tintinnabulation of hope.

The equal of living, I burst to work for the self-conscious life.
Inside, they sell it by the half tub,
even to obtain a favor only found in the East.

It is customary.

You're keeping up on ignorance.

Horace Andy - Dub Box-Rare Dubs 1973-1976, Jamaican Recordings JRCD007, 2002.
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Why oh Why Dub
Dub Larking
Zion Dub
Dub Money
A True Dub
Dub Guidance
Dub Say Who
Dub on my Mind
Love of a Dub Band
Use This Dub
Dub Letter
Dub Angel
Bless This Dub
Dub ah Fulfill

One of the sweetest voices in reggae dubbin' it down.
Previously unreleased versions produced by Bunny Lee straight from the master tapes.

Enjoy once more,

08 October 2017

Elephant Round-up Side 2

Illuminated Records JAMS 42, 1984.
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Stereo Side One -

Groove Jumping
Declaration of Intent (re-mixed)
Them Thar Hills

Stereo Side Two -

For Jackie M
Lapwing Chant
Men of Divine Wind (The Kamikaze)
Perspective 3

Konstruktivits - Psykho Genetika, Third Mind Records TM02, 1983.

Side A -

Mansonik No1
Free Form Fetish
P.T.I. (Bebor Raket)
Aural Wallpaper

Side B -

For Each of Us
Andropov ‘84
Mansonik 2

Lustmørd - Heresy, Soleilmoon Recordings SOL-9-CD, 1990.

Heresey Part I
Heresey Part II
Heresy Part III
Heresy Part IV
Heresy Part V
Heresy Part VI

Muslimgauze - Citadel, Extreme XCD 026, 1994.

Dharam Hinduja
Masawi Wife & Child
Shouf Balek
Beit Nuba

David Jackman - Sol Mara, Robot Records RR-21, 1999.

Sol Mara 1
Sol Mara 2
Sol Mara 3
Sol Mara 4

Two down & two to go,

07 October 2017

& Other Galactic Funk

W. commented at All the Usual Suspects about The Elephant Table Album:
     "a rather fantastic collection of early works from some now well known electronic/experimental     artists." 

That made me dream up this insanity. I hope I can do the other three sides before my short attention span puts the kibosh to this plan. Well, at least, here’s Side One...

Portion Control - Psycho-Bod Saves the World, Dead Man’s Cureve DMC008, 1986.
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Side One -

Brain Scraper Death Dive
Siren City
Breaker Breaker
Danger Zone
Screen of Death
Coming for You Baby

Side Two -

Fistful of Creds
Trashville Baby
Cut & Thrust
H.O.T. Matter
Soap Distant

Chris & Cosey -  Technø Primitiv, Rough Trade ROUGH 84, 1985.

Side One -

Hazey Daze
Haunted Heroes
Stolen Kisses

Side Two -

He’s an Arabian
Last Exit
Do or Die
Technø Primitiv

Metamorphosis - Conception 1982 cassette, Flowmotion FM(C)004, 1982.

Side I -

Searching for a Secret
Canal Music
We Better Pray

Side II -

Fertile Ground
Flesh Trade
Cactus Land

Coil - Love’s Secret Domain, Wax Trax! Records WAXCD7143, 1991.

Disco Hospital
Teenage Lightning 1
Things Happen (with lovely Annie Anxiety)
The Snow
Dark River
Where Even the Darkness is Something to See
Teenage Lightning 2
Windowpane (with Rose McDowall)
Further Back & Faster
Titan Arch (with Marc Almond)
Lorca not Orca
Love’s Secret Domain (with Charles Hayward on drums)

Jnana Records JNANA 1974, 2004.

Side One -

Penis Fruit Loop (Deambulation mix)

Side Two -

A Perfectly Natural Expectation

06 October 2017

A Short (?) Respite Before the Insanity Begins Again

Enjoy this While you  May...

Edward Ka-Spel - High on Station Yellow Moon in its legendary entirety.

The Flick of a Switch
The Visitors Lounge
The Leary Cloud
Nowhere 2 Float 2
Layer Cake
Tresspass (sic)
Eight Mile Bridge
Good Book

Che Banana,

01 October 2017

All the Usual Suspects

If you liked that last one, here we go again...

X Tract Xx001, 1983.
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Side 1 -
Chew You to Bits - Portion Control
Raining Tears of Blood - Chris & Cosey
Muzak from Hawthorne Court - Metamorphosis
S is for Sleep - Coil
Nana or a Thing of Uncertain Nonsense - Nurse with Wound

Side 2 -
Beat the Devil - 400 Blows
Andropov ‘84 - Konstruktivits
Boning of Men - Lustmørd
Milens Jesenska (extract) - Muslimgauze
Edge of Nothing - David Jackman

Side 3 -
Despair - SPK
Vox Humana - MFH
Suffering Stinks - Nocturnal Emissions
Dream Sleep - Attrition
Surprise, Surprise - Legendary Pink Dots
Birth of Planetesimals (extract) - Paul Kelday

Side 4 -
Under the City - Bourbonese Qualk
Build Your Children - Sirius B
New Humanity Switchboard (extract) - New 7th Music
Alleycat - We Be Echo
Modelwerk - Bushido

Ellie Font Never Forgets

23 September 2017

Trouble in the Middle East

I guess to me personally the worst thing about my external hard-drive crashing & burning is the loss of all my Muslimgauze files.

I know that a lot of you are not great Muslimgauze fans but I’m kinda fan-atic. I prided  myself in having all of Bryn's releases (which numbered 96 at the time of Jones sudden demise in January 1999 & I’ve forgotten how many more posthumous new items). Until such time as I can afford to retrieve the material on said dead drive, I’m shit outta luck Gauzewise.

Fortunately for me, when I sold off my record collection I kept my top 100 albums (mostly Beefheart, Mark Stewart, King Tubby...well, you all know the musick that I favor). I kept everything Muslimgauze that I had on vinyl. One of the treasures that I managed to hang on to was a compilation released by Final Image in 1987. It features not only Muslimgauze but Bourbonese Qualk, another favored band, as well as a great deal more musick that will probably bug the hell out of most of you.

 Mission accomplished NØ Sez...

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Side 1 -

Green is the Colour of the Prophet - Muslimgauze
Do This - Pump
Half Deepmen - Biting Tongues
New York, 1940 - Gush
Lullaby - Bourbonese Qualk

Side 2 -

That Marilyn Walk - John Avery
The Moors - Tim Story
Zone - Mute Calm
First Soundtrack - Human Flesh
Another Journey - O Yuki Conjugate


18 September 2017

What's Goin' On?

I guess I owe it to all my dear friends here at NSS to explain what’s been going on with me since March. It’s a mighty grim tale & I’ll probably start ranting before I finish, so here’s some sweet Dub music to soothe the edges. From the early days of M. Lloyd Barnes Bulwackies great work recorded at the original Wackie’s House of Music on White Plains Road, NYC in 1979.

Bullwackies All Stars - Black World Dub, Hardwax Records 1040LP, 1979.
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Side A -

Recording Connection
Troubled Land
Morning Star
United Rock

Side B -

Black World
Simple Little Woman
Tribute to Studio One
Shining Star
Rain from that Cloud


So here goes...

It all began on the morning of March 17th.

I’m not really one to make future plans, chosing mainly to live in the Here & Now, but I was so caught up in my plans for the up-coming week-end. I was going to start my planting the following two days. Much earlier than usually, but I was going to attempt something I had never tried before this year. A life-long friend & fellow grower had been extolling the virtues of early planting as a sure fire way of sexing one’s plants, an early identification system for boys & girls. If I could weed out the boys before I even got very far into the season & only kept the girls, I could save myself a great deal of needless work & expense.

So I’m sitting in our breakfast nook having a fresh baked croissant & a cup of Tieguanyin before I head off to work when the phone jangles. I grab it so as not to awaken the distaff duo sleeping in the adjoining bedrooms (Black Dahlia & Lao respectively).  It’s our landlord calling to let me know that the owner of our house is putting it on the market this very day. We have sixty days to vacate the premises.

I just kinda crumble back into my seat. WTF! I just drop the handset back into the cradle. I’m incapable of movement or thought for quite some time. So much for this years crop...that’s my first thought, as my mind was already awash with the plans for the next two days. Then it all sweeps over me like an avalanche...I was just finishing a major five month project enclosing the rear patio into a catio for Ralf, Lao’s cat...now in full recovery from having her left rear leg amputated. As a former outdoor cat, now needing much more territory than our house afforded her...we made her a new world...this was our WORLD...we had no plans to move...what about all the detritus we had accumulated over the years???how were we going to afford to move??? Sixty days.

Fuck. Hold up. I just can’t do this. I’m finally coming out the other end & this feels like just so much bullshit bitchin’ right now.

I could explain about digitizing all my music & then selling off my record collection. About how the very next day...yeah, the very day after I copied the last CD & parted ways with all things jewel case bound, that my external hard drive (8T) crashed & burned. 

About the -4.5/-4.8 rental market here in Sacramento...yeah, there are between 4.5% to 4.8% more people looking for rentals than are available to rent.

About the fact that what five years ago rented for $850 now rents for $1300+.

About how mid-move, my pick up truck blew a head gasket & threw a rod.

About how on the day before we were finally moving to Oak Knoll, our latest abode, my coon-hound Hungry Chuck Biscuits (brother for the last eighteen years) died in my arms...

I could explain, but I won’t.

I’ll leave you with this (+ one more musical delight):

from T. Lobsang Rampa - The Cave of the Ancients, Corgi Books 1963
     Over us the stars wheeled on their course, endless, eternal. Smiling, the Lama Mingyar Dondrop reached in his robe and brought forth a box of matches, treasure brought all the way from far-off India. Slowly he extracted one match and held it up. “I will show you Creation, Lobsang!” he said gaily. Deliberately he drew the match head across the igniting surface of the box, and as it flared into life, he held up the blazing sliver. Then he blew it out! “Creation, and dissolution,” he said, “The flaring match head emitted thousands of particles each exploding away from its fellows. Each was a separate world, the whole was a Universe.   the Universe died when the flame was Extinguished. Can you say that there was no life on those worlds?” I looked dubiously at him, not knowing what to say. “ If they were worlds, Lobsang, and had life upon them, to that Life the worlds would have lasted for millions of years. Are we just a stricken match? Are we living here, with our joys and sorrows - mostly sorrows! - thinking that this is a world without end? Think about it, and we will talk some more tomorrow.” He rose to his feet and was gone from my sight.

from Rob Garza, half of Thievery Corporation. A bit rougher & tougher than TC.  Let me just say that "Cherubim Sing" saved my life.

Dust Galaxy - Dust Galaxy, Eighteenth Street Lounge Music ESL 124, 2007.

Sun in Your Head
Mother of Illusion
It’s All Yours
River of Ever Changing Forms
Sons of Washington
Cherubim Sing
Come Hear the Trumpets
Crying to the Night

What he sez,

02 September 2017

Life is so Bittersweet

I’m coming unraveled right before my very eyes.
It’s not a pretty sight
Life has become so bittersweet
Hope next time I get it right...

Bitter:Sweet is: Kiran Shahani (ex-Supreme Beings of Leisure / Bonglab) & Shana Halligan

Bitter:Sweet - The Remix Game, Quango Records QMG 1026-2, 2007.
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Heaven  (Nicola Conte "West Coast Vibes" remix)
Bittersweet Faith  (Thievery Corporation remix)
Overdue  (Blackbeard remix)
Our Remains  (JAB remix featuring Menez One)
Take 2 Blue  (Roy Dubb remix)
The Mating Game  (Yes King remix)
Salty Air  (Fort Knox Five remix)
Dirty Laundry   (Skeewiff remix)
Moving Forward  (Atjazz remix)
Moody  (Marsmobil remix)
Don’t Forget to Breath  (Solid Doctor "Don't Forget the Beat" remix)

 Amara Dulcis

19 August 2017

I Might be Dying Here, but I Can Still Dance

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tracklist -

The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove
The Carnival is Over
Enigma of the Absolute
The Lotus Eaters
In the Kingdom of the Blind the One-eyed are Kings
The Song of tye Sibyl
I Can See Now
American Dreaming
The Host of Seraphim
How Fortunate the Man with None

Keep dancing,