Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Gears moan as the 70s throb succumbs to a parched field recording of odd-sized copper tubing...
(Four tracks, 12.8 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Off to have victims' gums caramelized,
Monday, October 29, 2007
His music was propulsive, lurid, reflexively flash and suffused with unerring honky-tonk élan. The dissolute characters he embodied in song were mere shot glasses shy of Satan's furnace, adrift in doubt, often bereft of hope, up to their necks in melancholy...
He introduced us to Dolly Parton.
Ain't that life enough?
Wagoner was both roué and committed social activist, an artist equivalent in stature to Stravinsky, Calloway, Sherman, Rauschenberg, Polanski, and a goddamned hick, an outstanding composer, and the leader of a band (the brilliant Wagonmasters) as well-versed in the improvisational arts as AMM...
(And you thought Unknown Pleasures was iconic... Above, the sleeve for Omni's 2006 Rubber Room compilation. Above that, the presciently mimetic artwork for Wagoner's 1968 RCA Victor release The Bottom of the Bottle.)
Read the Times' obit here.
(Above, an astounding 1973 clip of "Run That by Me One More Time" from The Porter Wagoner Show. Everyone is simultaneously louche and nimble; they're locked-in like ravenous ticks! Dig the look in Dolly's eyes as she passes the vocal back to Porter after her high harmony "wine" ad-lib... If you quickly scan the audience insert shots you can spy gossiping sisters, over-enthusiastic husbands, disapproving wives, hard-boppin' toothless cousins, a woman in a white blouse picking her nose, the whole marvelous, bloody human comedy... Buck Trent's electric banjo solo is exhilarating, ditto Don Warden's pedal steel fills, especially those staccato stabs of hillbilly VCS3 roping the ensemble into position after the improvised bits in the second and third verses. [Why couldn't those guys have been hired to replace Eno in Roxy?] And Ms. Parton? Unbelievable. I love the moment when she gives Wagoner the "clock is wrong" line - she's all business. The pre-"Jolene" Dolly was too freakin' hot for words... As for the late Porter - perfect hair, sick threads, great voice, etc.)
Porter Wagoner's "Rubber Room," from the wonderful 1972 RCA Victor LP What Ain't to Be Just Might Happen:
In a buildin' tall with a stone wall around
There's a rubber room
When a man sees things and hears sounds that's not there
He's headed for the rubber room
Illusions in a twisted mind to save from self-destruction
It's the rubber room
Where a man can run into the wall
Till his strength makes him fall and lie still
And wait for help in the rubber room
From his blurry vision of doom
In the rubber room
The man in the room right next to mine
Screams a woman's name hits the wall in vain
He's in the rubber room
I hear footsteps poundin' on the floor
God I hope they don't stop at my door
I'm in the rubber room
Now they've come to get me but they find
I'm a-screamin' pretty words tryin' to make 'em rhyme
I'm in the rubber room
I'm in the rubber room...
Doom doom doom
Zoom run tomb
Zoom run boom plume
The rubber room...
* Given the vagaries of Texan pronunciation, this could either be "bomb" (reduced to "bum"), or "boom." I choose the latter, though we've faxed Mr. Wagoner's press agent in Purgatory for confirmation...
Sunday, October 28, 2007
High Tone's Underground Wobble...
and the six-disc Complete On the Corner Sessions box.
Valhalla, I am coming...
Contents are still being analyzed, but the initial data suggest(s) wood, wetness and big fucking fun... (Within appropriate bounds, etc.)
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Wherein My Downfall gets its lips 'round the aulde Juiciest anthology...
From the liner notes:
**STRICTLY LIMITED Dutchman!** One side of this killer newcomer does himself proud with this quite exemplary low-key droning beautiful valid similar soft bang-on unsurprisingly clammy interesting gorgeous harmonic gloomy bass-heavy wet and blustery scraping processed quiet drawing harrowing exemplary contemporary wider usual upbeat magical especially mournful simple broken gently strummed humble world-weary gradually beautifully oddly cobbled unexpectedly bombastic primitive bluesy hazy late '60s closing awesome spiritual frequently foremost modern untrained suburban early early constantly breaking somewhat limited part-improvised part-written expert classical incredibly intricate challengingly minimalistic warm approachable rare sensitivity immense beauty, hope and sadness.
(Four tracks, 14.2 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Friday, October 26, 2007
Wherein detourned harmonics jackknife on a 20% slope of protean Texas tonk...
(Four tracks, 12.4 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Here. (Or, here.)
Two-step dronin' 'til next time,
Monday, October 22, 2007
He's not wounded, and seems not to have lost his sense of humor. FUCK! I'm still so amazingly stressed by all of this. The line of fathers who've lost their daughters and sons (in all the regions scarred by this insane occupation) stretches nigh to infinity...
Fuck it. For now, for the sake of my tenuous grip on sanity, a reprieve, a celebration.
Can't wait to see him!
Today's New York Times offers another paint-peeling op-ed from the great Frank Rich.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Orcutt rang me up as HP were entering the final leg of their farewell trek. They needed material for a raft of split singles, or at least wanted recordings that could later be parsed to various labels. No prob. (Menlo Park, Klang, and De Stijl were the eventual recipients.) I'd organized a gig for the Pussies and Silver Apples anyway, so it made sense for them to take advantage of some studio time.
The Econoline pulled into Howard Avenue in Decatur around 10:00 PM. They loaded in, I set up a few mikes, got levels, shot a roll of film, then hit sync on the ADAT controller. We were done by two...
I mixed everything down the week after the Atlanta gig, sent a disc off to Miami Beach, and that was that.
Below please find the complete session, extracted directly from the original stereo master.
(With Michael Bolton Sings Sinatra overlain...)
Dan Hosker - guitar
Adris Hoyos - voice and percussion
Bill Orcutt - guitar
01 God Save the Police Truck
02 Born to GLC
03 Neat Neat Generation
04 Pretty White Minority
05 Holidays in the Cambodia
06 Janie All Music
07 White White White
08 Problems Control
09 Feel the Alles
10 Liar the City
(21.3 MB, ripped @ 256.)
Fettered Hiss Mono
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
During which Mr. Moreira spills several pints (or, more appropriately, um grama da cocaína) down Dave Treganna's collar... Shrapnel derived from Natural Feelings (1970) and Tell Us the Truth (1978).
Worst biographical description in history, written of (and through no fault of) Airto by Scott Yanow at allmusic.com:
"...his tambourine solos can border on the amazing."
(Four tracks, 15.3 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Até amanhã, gov'.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
TLASILA - Sammy Davis Jr. vs. Radiohead
You'll find the latter entertaining every afternoon in the Neptunus Bistro Café aboard the Tallink Vana Tallinn passenger ferry sailing from Stockholm to Riga.
Sammy, on the other, diamond-encrusted hand, deserved his stardom. When asked from the beyond to intercede, Mr. Davis not only made haste but convinced Peter Lawford to join as well.
(Four tracks, 16.1 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Newly transferred; I'd not listened to the tape in nearly twelve years...
The verdict? Complete fucking chaos.
The set began with a dim-witted security guard clotheslining Ben Wolcott just as he'd cradled my dad's diesel-powered leaf blower in his arms. Luckily, Ben was fairly, uhh, loose (we commonly indulged in the odd n*rc*tic vice back in the day), so the lunging buffoon's assault failed to cause grave injury. Rat had sufficient foresight to run our gear through the backline instead of the house PA; although though the club quickly pulled the plug on us, we couldn't be silenced without darkening the entire complex. (Brilliant...) My mic was lost when the manager gave us the hook, but I could still be heard shouting through the din...
So, here it is: TLASILA in transition, 30-minuten mannercreme and Vedder Vedder Bedwetter under our belts (with Prostitution Heute!, "Helen Butte" vs. Masonna Pussy Badsmell, the initial, eventually unreleased version of Where a Horse Has Been Standing and Where You Belong, and two hours of Wigmaker rough mixes in the can or in queue), veterans of two national tours and a fuckload of (frequently catastrophic) Florida gigs, but nonetheless loathed, gouged, trampled upon and given no option but to open for generic blues, boogie, industrial and metal outfits, all of whom vanished soon after...
Ben Wolcott - oscillator, leaf blower, 20-pound bag of flour
Rat Bastard - bass
Tom Smith - voice, tape
A great, grating 18 minutes.
Stone Temple Rape Me Mojito,
Green River Jeremy
(1991, RRRecords RRR 077 7", out of print.)
Performed by Dr. Hans Gregor Vicekopf (aka Gregory Whitehead).
Another in the endless procession of unobserved synaptic prominences - Principia flared less brightly than some, but small appliances were nonetheless addled...
Two instructional recordings from Exercises in Spontaneous Speech Pathology performed by Dr. Hans Gregor Vicekopf...
01 Principia Schizophonica (6:40)
02 How to Pronounce "Prothesis" (6:45)
(29.6 MB, ripped @ 320 from the original vinyl.)
Yours Less Brilliantly,
Phauss - Audiodrome
(1987, Radium 226.05 RA 029 LP, out of print.)
An exceptionally fine compendium...
Engineered by Zbigniew Karkowski and Per Giöbel.
Side 1 recorded in 1986 in conjunction with the Prodrome (videodrome) project in Switzerland, Syria, Lebanon, Iran, Pakistan, India, Thailand, The Philippines and USA.
Side 2 recorded in 1983 in Morocco, Algeria, Niger, Benin and Nigeria.
01 Audiodrome (Zürich - Zürich 1986)
02 Audiodrome (Alger - Lagos 1983)
(130 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Part 1 / Part 2
Monday, October 15, 2007
(1983, Hyperion Records A66060 LP, out of print.)
(Above, clockwise, the composers: Denis Smalley, Trevor Wishart, and Simon Emmerson.)
Engineered by Trygg Tryggvason
Conducted by Gregory Rose
Produced by Martin Compton
Recorded in The Music Centre, Unversity of East Anglia, Norwich on 31 March, 1, 5 April 1982.
01 Pneuma (14:51)
Composed by Denis Smalley
Richard Wistreich - Bass
Nicole Tibbels - Soprano
Alan Belk - Tenor
02 Ophelia's Dream II (10:18)
Composed by Simon Emmerson
Paul Hillier - Bass
Nancy Long - Mezzo-Soprano
Rogers Covey-Crump - Tenor
03 Anticredos (17:03)
Composed by Trevor Wishart
Paul Hillier and Richard Wistreich - Bass
Nicole Tibbels - Soprano
Alan Belk - Tenor
On "Pneuma," performers also play 2 large and 3 small Talking Drums, 5 Tuning Forks, 5 Resonant Metal bars of different timbre, 2 Chinese Gongs and Tam Tam.
(95.7 MB, ripped @ 320 from the original vinyl.)
A great, great album...
(Adapted from the bootleg compilation 20 Worst Pop Songs, posted yesterday to the Back on the Road shareblog. Needless to say, I rejected the album's premise. If one digs deep enough, Hell, even Ys or Seven Swans will eventually yield riches...)
20 Post Op Wrongss
(Mixed, edited and produced by TS for TLASILA on October 14, 2007 at HQ.)
01 Bans Air - Bobby Soys Soy
02 Qua A - Liar Gibber
03 Scabby Tots Reek - Wet Dong
04 Bod Job - Ich Wawa
05 Foam Ran - Bi Goth Chai Segue
06 Moo D - Lionize Wipe Size
07 Oak Ma - Ada Alb Mal (Overlain Origins)
08 Roiled Sol - Arena Cam
09 Televise Iffy Fix - Lube Mi
10 Carnal Cum Type & Reviewed Snot - Ordain by Envoy
11 Pretends Rim - Job Cum Coo
12 Caplet Husk - Henpeck Thug Sot
13 Aloe Bug - Ovum Membrane Fib
14 Ex Nerd - Jed Coyote Tone
15 Tamale Of - Overloading Only Filth
16 Nival Lili Mil - Rising As Immunology
17 Beneath Ham - Solo Tweed Thought
18 Rental Kingdom - Your Yummy Aureoles Theory
19 Charm Mem - Chainstitch Out
20 Fat Ox Shaman - Much Toe
(Twenty tracks, 108 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Part 1 / Part 2
I Spit on Your Tautology,
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Here are the first five paragraphs of today's editorial:
One can generate a lot of heartburn thinking about all of the things that would be better about this country and the world if the Supreme Court had done the right thing and ruled for Al Gore instead of George W. Bush in 2000. Mr. Gore certainly hasn’t let his disappointment stop him from putting the time since to very good use.
Yesterday, the Nobel committee celebrated that persistence and awarded the Peace Prize to Mr. Gore and a panel of United Nations scientists for their efforts to raise awareness of the clear and present danger of global warming.
The committee said that the former vice president “is probably the single individual who has done most” to create worldwide understanding of what needs to be done to halt the damage caused by greenhouse gas emissions. It credited the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change for creating “an ever-broader informed consensus about the connection between human activities and global warming.”
What the citation didn’t mention but needs to be said is that it shouldn’t have to be left to a private citizen — even one so well known as Mr. Gore — or a panel of scientists to raise that alarm or prove what is now clearly an undeniable link or champion solutions to a problem that endangers the entire planet.
That should be, and must be the job of governments. And governments — above all the Bush administration — have failed miserably.--
Read the rest here.
Friday, October 12, 2007
To that end, we facilitate a (re)union:
TLASILA - Pablo Cruise vs. Byla & Jarboe
(Four tracks, 18.5 MB, ripped @ 320; Paint It, Flat Earth Tone.)
"In vain I oppose myself, and I am."*
*(E.M., I drool in melancholic tribute.)
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Float Up CP - Kill Me in the Morning
(1985, Rough Trade ROUGH 77 LP, out of print; ripped from the original vinyl.)
Moniek Darge - Sounds of Sacred Places
Sounds has been reissued on CD; a reader, "Immerst," was kind enough to send a link. As we're less a shareblog than a shredded papyrus detailing the thorny procession of errant impulses and deep-seated neuroses that make TLASILA's turbines turn over on cold mornings, we necessarily have a policy of not posting others' revivified recordings. The visceral warp and woof of 20-year-old vinyl is forever appealing, but Darge's brilliant, delicate compendium requires a rather less rheumy medium.
Lower Caste Religious Music from India: Monks, Transvestites, Midwives, & Folksingers
Recorded by Dr. Rosina Schlenker.
(1973, Lyrichord LLST 7324 LP; ripped from the original vinyl version.)
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
- ∆ t (Minus Delta T) - The Project
(1984, Ata Tak WR 21 [LP] /Ata Tak WR 22 [bonus 7"]; out of print.)
Oh yeah... An ethno-avant holy grail and collector scum prayer mat rolled into one deliriously improbable package.
From Mike Hentz' 1983 (?) essay The Philosophical Data Bank of Minus Delta T:
So who is Minus Delta T?
Minus Delta T is a name of a group of people who are not at all uniform, who do not have the same ideas—but who work together. The group has existed since 1978, with a lot of people who were out before they had even really been in (those were mostly the ”specialists”). One of the principles of the group is the non-specialization—we want to be open for everybody and everything.
In the beginning we used to work a lot in the musical area, made performances, exhibitions, we did a lot of private works—maybe fifty-fifty between private and public, which seemed quite a good balance. Since 1980 we are working at this project, which had as the first title the ”Bangkok Project” (cf. the catalogue of Ars Electronica 1982, p. 157/154).
This project included the transport of a 5 1/2-ton stone, a dolmen, a European monument to Asia, as a catalyst of culture. On the truck we had a multi-media equipment, including sound, movie, and photo equipment, computer technology and laundromat.
The greater part of the group is right now in Asia preparing the further transport of our monolith to China (the monolith as such being completely unimportant) and on a tour in India within the setting of the Bangkok Project.
Minus Delta T is composed of the artists Karel Dudesek, Wolfgang Hofmann, Bernhard Müller, Gerard Couty, Walter Baumann, and Mike Hentz.
(Above, Minus Delta T live in 1979. DAF's Robert Görl was once their drummer!)
The Project: Ata Tak 21 (LP)
01 Child of God
02 Muslim Pulse
03 Bugo Schligo
05 Ata Etno Turk
07 Turkish March
08 Don't Cry My Little Girl
10 Dervish Furioso
11 Cedar Babies
13 This Is My Life
14 Excuse Me
16 Traditional Thai Music and Dance
18 Malang Dervishes
22 Sava Dikap
23 Concerto of the Laborday / Workers
The Project: Ata Tak 22 (7")
(147 MB, ripped from the original vinyl @ 320.)
Part 1 / Part 2
(1985, Unit Records [CH] UTR-4006 LP; out of print; from the Rudolf Eb.er collection.)
(Above, Peter K. Frey of Karl ein Karl.)
Bio (from the Musinfo site):
Karl ein Karl are an ensemble consisting of three musicians with very different musical careers; they formed in 1982. Peter K Frey traversed the characteristic development of a typical jazz musician from swing through to free-jazz. Michel Seigner was, following his classical education, an active composer of film and theatre music who, in addition to his interests in contemporary music, also cultivated a partiality to rock and improvised music. Alfred Zimmerlin, accomplished composer and musicologist, entertained audiences not only with his freely improvised musical performances but also with his contemporary compositions.
Karl ein Karl has remained unchanged in its formation for over twenty years. Its establishment saw the trio radically challenge anew the grammar of the art of improvisation, leading to the development of an idiomatic tonal language. Soon after, however, the ensemble expanded its field of activity to become a collaborative team of composers and, from that moment on, all compositional decisions were made together.
Gramelot was Karl ein Karl's debut long-player.
There's no need for me to blather - listen and reward yourself.
02 Zwei Vögel, schwarnkend auf Tellern
03 Catcher in the Hay
04 Se vogliano ci stiamo
07 Goodbuy It
Peter K Frey - double bass, voice, trombone
Michel Seigner - guitar, prepared guitar, voice
Alfred Zimmerlin - violoncello
(93.2 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Bye for Now,
(1989, Shedhalle / RecRec 26 LC 7981, one-sided LP; limited edition of 1,000, out of print.)
From June 4th through July 16th 1989 the floor of one of the Shedhalle galleries, Zürich, was covered with copies of a record titled Footsteps. During the six weeks of the installation, people were invited to walk on the records - willingly or not, they had to step on them to reach the adjacent galleries where other sculptures were exhibited. Sounds of footsteps were recorded in December 1988 in the deserted hallways of the Clocktower (N.Y.), and in the studios of Harmonic Ranch (N.Y.), where Keiko Uenishi's tap dancing was mixed in. Over the course of six weeks, more than 1500 visitors walked over the fragile floor and contributing to the final composition by altering the records' surface with dirt and scratches.
01 Footsteps (18:06)
Christian Marclay - Turntables, Production.
Keiko Uenishi - Tap Dancing.
(47.8 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Monday, October 08, 2007
Not the best constructed sentence I've seen this morning - it gives one the impression that ex-Nazi inquisitors are castigating the Bush administration for bungling the old third degree.
But, no, despite the introductory obfuscation, this is one news item that makes an enormous amount of common sense. Try to drown this testimony in the ice-cold waterboarding trough:
“We got more information out of a German general with a game of chess or Ping-Pong with than they do today, with their torture,” said Henry Kolm, 90, an MIT physicist who had been assigned to play chess in Germany Hitler’s deputy, Rudolf Hess."
Read the article, and weep for this enfeebled age.
Not that they're paying much attention to freaks like us, but we nonetheless send a long-distance tip o' our vintage commemorative Allende inauguration bowler to the stalwarts at C&L...
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Wherein the maestro's Film Works Vol. 8 performs the chakai for Follow This House, which counters with a Vellus hair omelet.
(Four tracks, exactly 20 MB, ripped @ 320...)
(1974, Transatlantic TRA 285 LP, out of print.)
You can Google/Wiki/Discog and read others' impressions for yourselves, but for my blood-spattered tenspot the Sinfonia are on par with, and certainly as important as, Xenakis, King Tubby, the Pistols, Big Mama Thornton, Cage, Ut, Ayler, Schimpfluch, Take That, etc. Hallelujah was their second release, one that highlighted the inadvertently comic but no less subversive nature of their work. Wonderful from crackpot intro to gargled conclusion.
01 Mr. Michael Bond's Address
02 From the Nutcracker Suite Op. 71a-March-Tchaikowsky
03 From the Karelia Suite, Op. 11-Intermezzo-Schubert
04 March Militaire in D Major-Schubert
05 Piano Concert No. 1 in B Minor, Op. 23- Tchaikowsky
06 Overture 1812-Tchaikowsky
07 William Tell Overture-Rossini
08 From the Messiah (Pt. 2)-Hallelujah Chorus-Handel (with the Portsmouth Sinfonia Choir)
Recorded at the Royal Albert Hall, London, May 28, 1974.
(Above, the Portsmouth Sinfonia at the RAH, with slowly circling demonic mob... Click both photos for larger images.)
(95.2 MB unpacked, ripped @ 320. I cleaned the vinyl as best I could; certain of the more noticeable pops were removed digitally.)
GK was a resolutely lapsed Catholic; one doubts he took the Eucharist while slumped in the front seat of his dad's Italian roadster. But even as carbon monoxide snuffed out his last, stubborn, sensate impulses, he must have sensed that transubstantiation was as likely a fate for him as, say, retirement at 67.
My belief? He either became his father's garage, or fused with the purloined code of the old TSSR index page. With the latter, a simultaneously brilliant and god-awful projection of (his) fractured identity, he could certainly have done worse.
(We'd rather have him moping about in corporeal redoubts, of course.)
Rest well, you sick fuck.
Postscript from the future:
Our friend Gerard Klauder, prolific audio terrorist, TSSR co-founder, and indefatigable lunatic, died in October of 2006. The diabolical bastard designed the final iteration of the Smack Shire label website to resemble a dead-end/404/expired domain page purchased on the cheap by spam squatters. Brilliant, but extremely fucking annoying, as the site still stands, and less observant fans continue to send orders despite admonishments. PLEASE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, STOP ORDERING FROM THE SMACK SHIRE SITE! Gerard is dead, and his PayPal (and website/ISP/password) info died with him.
As of August 27, 2008, we're no longer accepting any orders for TSSR back catalogue. We're on permanent haitus.
Any orders sent to GK's former address are done so at the sender's risk - no albums will be shipped, nor will refunds be sent, as I have neither access to nor responsibility for any accounts of his that may still be functioning. Any orders sent to the TLASILA address will be immediately rejected.
I'll bring a few boxes of the six albums released by the Smack Shire along with us on the 2010 farewell trek, but until then, the vault will remain sealed.
(1984, Metalanguage LP 119; out of print.)
This was sourced from a cassette I made in '86 of my original Metalanguage vinyl copy. I still have the album, of course, but as it's quite old and otherwise impossible to find I'd rather not pull it from the vault. This must do for the moment.
(Sound quality of the tape is on a par with the Faust. Eros. Tot bootleg I posted some months ago, but I'll probably re-up it again before the end of the week - levels are HOT.)
Needless to say, this is an astonishing collection, one fairly screaming to be reissued...
02 Tragouthia Apo To Aima Exoun Fonos (Song from the Blood of Those Murdered)
Diamanda Galás: voice
Richard Zvonar: tape manipulations and signal processing on side A, recording of multi-voiced backing tape on side B.
Side A recorded Feb. 1984 at 1750 Arch Studios, Berkeley, CA.
Side B recorded Oct. 1981 by Ed Herrmann at KOPN, Columbia, Missouri, on the Ionizations Concert Series with funding from the National Endowment for the Arts & Missouri Arts Council.
(72.4 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Another Shave micro-compilation. The third and final entry in the series was extracted from folders marked "208" through "309," unearthed in the back-up hard drive/lye pit used to extinguish outtake material discarded during the second day of sessions for Noon and Eternity.
There's hour upon hour of the stuff; Noon was a veritable Smile of dread and catarrh.
(Uhh, wait - so was... Okay, we've got shared meta-spittle and ur-day sweats, but at least we've reached a Mercator spine about which we can disagree.)
03 309 to 208 (1:03)
(One track, 2.43 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Here's an oblique rendering - a Brazilian soft-avantrix poised against the buttery bulwark of a sweater-sheathed UK pop apparatchik. Neither can be faulted on their note-perfect tone, but the overall effect of this fusion is oddly noisome. (I blame George Martin.)
Oh well, back to Butlins Recife.
(Four tracks, 22.6 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Sorry to have to put you through this,
Wherein Monsieur Reid's 1976 treatise Oldies But Goodies takes the piss out of (or, rather, urinates into the yawning maw of) the Toop-curated (and unfortunately titled) '07 compilation Sound/Scape: Ecology, Luxury, Degradation.
Sybarites, start your medieval marital implements! (But be careful to follow strict Dogma 69 recording guidelines!)
(Four fleeting tracks, 14.8 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Without your pussy I can't live on the Clarkdale slag heap,
(Note: the cover of B'fly's Oldies album is fairly dire, so I've replaced its with the far more evocative Weird World of... sleeve. Hope you aren't too offended.)
Thursday, October 04, 2007
This micro-compilation was extracted from a disc containing 112 loop constructions intended for tracks 9-12 of Horóscopo: Sanatorio de Molière.
Initially, the album was to have contained as many compositions as there signs of... uh, well, you know.
A large chunk of Horóscopo's four-year gestation was spent eliminating material; as always, I recorded and re-recorded nigh onto infinity.
(Of the 59 blips sequenced herein, I must admit that four of them actually made it into the final mix. Care to spot them?)
There are at least 12 GB of Horó outtakes gathering dust in the archive, but that's the price one pays for being mega-obsessive.
Each of the 112 was recorded at OHNE HQ in Arrau, Switzerland, from June-July 2002.
Sources: a pair of Technics turntables, a mixer, and the detritus of Rudolf Eb.er's record collection...
02 59 from Horo 9-12 (1:05)
(One track, 2.54 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Download it here.
Is it possible to love one's fans too ardently?
(Layla is herein positioned against Vigilance...)
(Four tracks, 27.3 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Until 1064 years (the estimated time until black holes decay by the Hawking process),
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Formalism oozes over nostalgia, with the latter in time lurching to occlude the flow of the former. Eventually, predictably, they align.
The impulse is almost always misplaced or - far worse - misread.
Thus it shall always be with the aulde (avant) guard, our various Brigate Rosse - accumulations of gestures adding up to little more than seat-shifting in the waiting room of dire temporality...
With that, Another View contra Director's Cut.
(Four tracks, 25.4 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Every other day for the next week we'll assemble an exclusive, 60-second track - in essence, a very short compilation - drawn from unreleased or otherwise exceptionally rare material, specific either to time, tour, session, or similar convergent variables.
The first micro-comp was stitched from extracts taken from forty To Live and Shave in L.A. live performances (both before live audiences and in radio studios) which took place in the state of Florida from early 1994 through mid-'95.
Ben Wolcott, Rat Bastard, and Tom Smith (yours truly), with Steven Garnett guesting, in the odd burst, on guitar.
01 Redoubled #1: 40 from 94, 95 (1:01)
Mix 1 Oct 07 by TS.
All the Best,
Monday, October 01, 2007
Vedder-Weiland's '05 Great Divide tries to swipe resin from Blood Lightning's road case, but trips over a crate of wine cooler empties instead. Yeh takes note of obloquies as Jaclyn Nesheiwat drops another Zantac into Stapp's frozen Buzz Lightyear...
(Four tracks, 24.1 MB, ripped @ 320.)
Hi Again, I've decided to take the leap and quit social media. I find it purposeless and deeply banal, a mere dopamine release mecha...
KSV 409: Merkwürdig Riechnerv 's No Knife to Twist is available now for digital cogitation and limited-ed CD levitation via KSV Bandcam...
Day Eight. Matte essays into razor tabletop. While I read from sliced divination, re-describe third outlet... TS