Thursday, December 15, 2005

Paul, I Hope You Don't Mind

Everyone come look at what's happening over at the American Book Congress. For background, see this specific. Please feel free to offer participation, leave a comment here or there with contact information and access will be granted.

Heavy Saxons's Eve



"the da-dada-dum-da's are needed to soak it all up..."

This from writer Carl Wilson's long piece on the forthcoming "Destroyer's Rubies." Have now heard 3 tracks and am suffering extreme reactions. Every verse taking flight as a consequence of Bejar's immense confidence. The vibe of this band he's got together, the production en general, it is almost unbearably appealing. A group of wizened older gentlemen gone quite to seed and who play it as it lies, loose and fat.

How to proceed in the face of something so evidently supreme? A pathetic question but it troubles me nonetheless. The taste I have had so far - this is one of the richest things I've heard in a long time. The bitterness of Destroyer's past is still there but now seems to have been subsumed into the pure pleasure of sonics. There's just no hesitation here, and that quality has direct emotional consequences. And it confirms a world within a human.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

50,000 Steps In Boots Too Big

OH THE SMELL of bookbags drying from the wet snow that stopped and melted upon greeting! We are in the throes of those first exalted weeks of active winter where moisture turns to mold and we turn not up our noses to the growth but instead make accomodation! When we should work hard to replace curses with praise!

but watch out! That seeming surface that stretches several feet out from the curb is not pavement but instead the melt-off topped with municipal salts! It looks like god's own oil & chip poured just for Nation Sack's pedestrian. But you step and your toe is submerged and you will remember your surreal mistake like a finger dipped in a frozen cloud. Your skin will see fit to talk to you until you have seen fit to give up on your capital methods and finally RETURN HOME to where it is warm, where you are warmly tasked, where each and every task, completed, warms.

And the headline upon which I've been meditating upon since yesterday...City Eyes Taking Blaze Ma's Kids...I can barely speak but to say...

Take this, just once, and try to fit it into your day, into each step you take through this city.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

I FEAR YOU MIGHT BE RETARDED...




New Zealand are home to my one and only dogs, the Dead C. Duh!!!

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Better Looking/Better Sounding



Oh man what makes people from New Zealand so goddamn attractive and perfectly, musically stylish? And how can they be so close to Australians, who are the most awful people on earth, and yet be so cool? I am convinced The Go-Betweens are of New Zealand heritage. They cannot have come from the same land that has brought forth such atrocities as Russell Crowe, Nicole Kidman and the 2000 Summer Olympics.

For proof go here and scroll down a ways to the "Death And The Maiden" post where you can watch a video of The Verlaines. (via)

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Ike Snubbed Again



Okay who photoshopped this to make Bush look like he's Andre the Giant? Is this some sort of WH PR campaign? Maybe it's just the natural creepiness of having George W. Bush congratulate Tina Turner for a Kennedy Center award. via NY Times

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Siskel's Revenge



Holy crap. Roger Ebert is funny. For one thing, I still can't really tell if this is true or not. (via)