as far as is involved the question "Cancel the rxconor persona"-- the results were pretty conclusive. Poll respondents overwhelmingly voted in favor of cenceling RXCONOR.
What this would mneans is that the name would get wiped but also all the diaries written under that name by all contributors would also be removed-- so because that is such a big step wel'l have a publcic comment period where anyone who wants to can post a diary arguing for or AGAINST the cancellation process.
If any dairies appear we'll post them to the front page, the PC period will last til over the weekend.
panopticpants got this started in fine style, way back when, with this diary: TO RXCONOR-- so there's an open point or perhaps: the last word.
Also, if you want to grab and copy any old rxconor diaries now would be the time to do that because they'll all be wiped once the final decision is made (if it goes the way of the poll...)
and ps no comments here, you have to write a diary
I GoT leFt in charge for a while since everyone is busy and Mike never writes a damn thing anyuways. Usually in these work related stoppages we use the rxconor function (designed by the group) to fill the page.
However, left to my own i alone am thinking we might need to take things in another direction-- and so we'l
take a poll for a few days and see if we should cancel the rxconor persona and mov eon.
and here are they final results 10/27/09:
YES, Cancel rxconor: 618
NO, Do Not Cancel rxconor: 34
& thanks to everyoen who took the time to vote
...will have mOre on this topic tomorrow.
There is a disgraceful chasm (exemplified by a quote by Harlen Ellison: "To die a-flaming with the rest of the world...empty") between the Homeric and the Mahabharatan that ties me up in knots of silence, unable as I am to pronounce certain words properly that I have only ever read (and not heard.)
Does one epic shadow another or are they irreconcilable? Does only one truly convey the role of the citizen in society? We want the cultures to compete. I was taught the value of human ideals and the joy of pursuing heroic excellence in the face of irreducible fate. But is that particular folly like presenting the 'I'-Formation against a perpetually unrolling scroawl?
The rhapsode Bhero Ram Gujar Bhopa has memorized seven nights' worth of verses. He begins:
She cracked this week,
Drained bank accounts,
Stole a co-worker's driver's license,
Faked a 911 call about being stuffed
Into a car trunk by two black men.
She boarded a flight
With her 9-year-old daughter
And went to Disney World.
From time to time I write for Lowbrow Reader which is a magazine I really enjoy being involved with because it abets my curiosity and I end every year with an article or two to contribute to it, too. Oh, that did not come out right. At any rate, I was trying to write an article about Robert Christgau, my favorite rock critic, and I just could not square the circle on it before the deadline. It ended up being too scattered because the subject involves what I do in such a way as I kept going off on tangential apologetics. I think I was trying to build a maze in which to lose myself.
So although I got lost it did lead me to some firm conclusions about the art of hackery. I want to write a few posts about that as we get ready to do some shows coming up here in June, and we're finishing up another recording. Hackery. Humanity not myth. Not simulation. Not parody, forgery or minstrelsy. Hackery. Not earnest even in search of earnest profits. Hackery forever.
J.E. Ward is a poet AND Poet Laureate of Galveston, Texas. It is not clear from my research whether this is an honor approved by the City or a self-appointed wreathly laureation. Her work is a baroque kind of specie minted from within the stability presided over by petro-dollar spheres of influence which make her world so lovely. Here is my favorite poem by J.E. Ward:
I'm trying to write poetry,
But Barbara has to wee;
O my little Pekinese,
How can that possibly be?
She is my little red Pekinese,
And she is named
For two things;
One is Barbara Bush
Because she loves necklaces,
And such;
Yes, she is a little Princess,
And I love her very much.
She lives in a luxurious void of time which requires her to jot her sensations down poetically. I recommend starting with Seabrook Texas Within a Garden or Cherish The Thought-- especially if you haven't yet contracted Crohn's disease, nor have failed to be afflicted with antiphospholipid syndrome. J.E. Ward is also interested in Elvis and crafting her own pretend Japanese poetry, so there's really something for everyone in her work.
CBS has canceled Guiding Light after 72 years. I guess all the soaps are falling apart. The last few times I watched it they had this hand-held camera, sexy-reality-show look going on. They had some pop-country type of theme song. I liked it when they shot soaps on the stages. The old theme song used to be tuneless harp plucking. The title card was an out-of-focus picture of sunlight diffused through some tree limbs.
Guiding Light started on radio in 1937 and went to TV in 1952. I used to watch half of Guiding Light and then a M*A*S*H rerun every day in high school. The "hip" soap at the time was General Hospital but just by accident I caught the end of Guiding Light once and decided to try and keep up with it while only seeing 1/2 of it everyday. Kevin Bacon was on it back then-- I thought he was Phillip Spaulding (a big character, part of one of the main families of the story) but it turns out that wikipedia informs me that it was otherwise and not so.
JG Ballard died Sunday. This is always like shouting in a bucket but I feel a loss (and a debt.) They had a rare copy of The Atrocity Exhibiton at my university library. I saw it just scanning through the Bs and recognized the title from a Joy Division song. Needless to say this writer helped me keep a grip on sanity in the good old early eighties hogwash-- he'd been an ad copywriter, a fully functioning fellow, with an eye like that. Nice to know there were people out there. Again, his work was something that I was fortunate to discover. And it truly helped sustain me, I'll admit it. I'm a person-of-the-book after all. My heartfelt thanks to him. My own favorite books by JGB are Concrete Island, The Atrocity Exhibition and Super Cannes. I've never seen the movie of Crash but the book is great, I saw the movie Empire of the Sun but haven't read the book. He even had his own word: ballardian, meaning that which evokes the psychological effects of technological, social or environmental developments and landscapes.
As I mentioned, I'm jettisoning my archives-- and from touring lo these many years I noticed I have quite a collection of commercial casse-ettes (including many cassingles!) Today in the box, I found this excellent long-playing Keith Jarrett release "Birth" (1972) which features Charlie Haden (playing wah-wah bass), Paul Motian and Dewey Redman (that's Joshua Redman's dad for you youngsters--lol.) Think I got it at a yard sale in Oklahoma. It is still in print on CD.
The first commercial release of a cassette single appears to have been the Go-Go's' song "Vacation" b/w "Beatnik Beach" by I.R.S. Records, which trademarked the "Cassingle" name, in 1982, although the recording industry resisted the format.
I know I have several Cassingles™ of Super Bowl songs performed by various teams including the famous 85 Bears jam Super Bowl Shuffle, the Raiders' Silver and Black Attack, and at least one tune by the Redskins. I'll keep digging around, they're in there somewhere.
To you, my purse, and to none other wight,
Complain I, for ye be my lady dear!
I am sorry now that ye be so light,
For certes ye now make me heavy cheer;
Me were as lief be laid upon my bier.
For which unto your mercy thus I cry,
Be heavy again, or elles must I die!
Now vouchesafe this day, ere it be night,
That I of you the blissful sound may hear,
Or see your colour like the sunne bright,
That of yellowness hadde peer.
Ye be my life! Ye be my hearte's steer!
Queen of comfort and of good company!
Be heavy again, or elles must I die!
Now, purse! that art to me my life's light
And savour, as down in this worlde here,
Out of this towne help me through your might,
Since that you will not be my treasurere;
For I am shave as nigh as any frere.
But now I pray unto your courtesy,
Be heavy again, or elles must I die!
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I've been working on a project since February, of listening to the whole vinyl collection from A to Z. Along the way, I will post some of the findings that caught me off guard, one way or the other. First on the list is under Appalachian, "Come All You Coal Miners" - featuring Hazel Dickens, Nimrod Workman (links to video) and many others, working from the vibrant political and cultural mecca, the Highlander Center down in New Market, TN.
Hazel Dickens and Sarah Ogan Gunning tear up on "Come All You Coal Miners." Gunning and Dickens are just two of many activists and singers who have continued the folk tradition in the sense of Woody Guthrie and his predecessors.
You hang out with a group of friends.
You go out, watch TV and work.
This is their life. This is your life.
But you are starting to notice something.
You can't achieve satisfaction.
OR
You have settled down in a relationship, a job and cozy dwelling.
You have done everything you have been taught to do.
At this point, you must be happy, right?
Maybe you are, but is something missing?
you might not ever get rich
but let me tell you it's better
than digging a ditch
The string section riff from that song started appearing on my in-brain playlist recently. I remember hearing it back then and wondering 'what kind of instrument is that?'-- that song was huge; in fact, there were three hit singles off the Car Wash soundtrack by Rose Royce. Two uptempo jobs, one was a slow dance. I was was so hyped to see the movie. It had Richard Pryor and George Carlin in it. I was actually a little bored with the pacing and the story but I enjoyed the feeling of it, it had a M*A*S*H feel.
Whatever it inspired in me created a memory which was definitely part of what carried me through the 'Tin Drum' years that followed.
Car Wash is a collective and populist film about the spirit of community.
I haven't seen Car Wash since it came out. Not to give anything away but the guy they think is a mad bomber because he's carrying a bottle hidden under his coat is actually a dude on his way to the hospital carrying his urine sample. He's played by Prof. Irwin Corey, one of my Dad's favorite comedians.
I pretty much already subscribe to Tolstoy's view of history but I wanted a check-up so I broke down and again read "War and Peace" (or "War and Society" as some insist on calling it) this past August.
Now... on to interpretations in other media. There are at least 4 movies: 1915 (Russia), 1947 (Japan), 1956 (Hollywood), 1968 (Russia, dir. Bondarchuk, reckoned a masterpiece by some.)
There are also 2 theatrical adaptations, an opera and 3 TV versions, including a 1972 20-part BBC number and another from as recently as 2007.
I started with the 1956 film featuring Henry Fonda as Pierre, directed by King Vidor. 4 elements of this version looked exactly like I had imagined it when I was reading:
The layout of the Rostov's courtyard
The encounter between Natasha and Kuragin at the opera
Pierre's experiences at Borodino
Gen. Kutuzov throughout
I mean, this book is a monster-- so a tip of the hat to anyone crazy enough to hoist the scalpel and undertake an adaptation. In this film they merged Boris with Pierre so there was a relationship with Natasha from the beginning. Pierre is tall and lean here but his awkwardness is retained.
Interpretations of W&P might be infinite--I suppose it is the kind of thing that people will keep attempting in film &c.-- it's that good.
Lionel Ritchie is an extraordinary human being; I think he's the kind of person, if he were to walk into the room, I'd stand up. Now, if this seems sarcastic let me add: I'm not a fan of his music-- in fact, I think a song like "Say You, Say Me" might actually be rendered from the sound a person hears after they've overdosed on heroin and are approaching the place of death.
But I do like The Commodores, a lot-- they were one of my favorite bands when I was a little kid, just behind War and Parliament but slightly ahead of Aerosmith. Of course, these lists change as you get older. Actually, they changed all the time when I was a kid but a year seemed like forever then.
In his interview on The Tavis Smiley show (somewhat in conjunction with Motown's 50th Anniversary-- and btw, Motown: not a fan) Mr. Ritchie mentioned that for 8 years he's avoided discussing US politics in interviews and other business-related conversations; he said it's been a no-win situation. In the past few months that has changed, he said, foreign journalists actually bring up the subject.
It was incredibly positive to watch the interview; people love his music so much. He is one of the rare artists who has an RIAA certified "Diamond" record (+10 mil copies sold)-- up there with the greats like Shania Twain, The Notorious B.I.G. and Elton John.
We got this perfect little gem of a book over a year ago and have been meaning to point it out to you. Help Yourself Help Yourself (Because Nobody Wants to Take Care of You) by Patrick deWitt (out of Bainbridge Island, WA.) Published 2007 by Teenage Teardrops, Inc.
As stated in the introduction: For a fee and the promise of future friendship I will tell you. Topics include: The Importance of the Obtainable Goal, In the Event of An Haunting & Boat Names, International. At 51 pages it could even be used to bookmark The Mahabharata.
As always if you do want to send something to us we welcome it. Just send c/o Drag City and one of us will get it.
While doing some research on the roots of Appalachia I uncovered some interesting data that I thought I should post here as soon as I had a chance.
By the means of very close reading, I have concluded that Snuffy Smith and Andy Capp are almost the exact same comic strip.
The similarities are clear! Are other such supposedly distinct commercial entertainment entities really nothing more than bland derivatives? The underlying problem of forms is deceptive:
Since gorging on sweet delicacies and Adderall™ over the holiday season I have been in a funk and have been watching a lot of old movies. I thought I'd try some pocket reviews to snap out. Bear with me:
Bell, Buck and Wendell (1958) Emma Buck is just your average, modern-day mother possessed of a mental age of 8 with a record of prostitution and immorality. But one day a handsome Supreme Court Justice, Oliver Wendell Holmes, walks into her life and declares it is in the interest of the state to have her daughter Carrie forcibly sterilized.
Emma decides she wants him--especially when he declares: "Three generations of imbeciles are enough." She mistakes this for flirting. So, Emma casts a musky spell of love over Justice Holmes. She, in turn, falls in love with him but in doing so she loses her powers, and both she and her daughter are legally declared "feeble-minded" and "promiscuous."
In the end, Emma is rebuffed and her daughter Carrie forcibly sterilized. In a twist, it turns out that Carrie Buck was not "promiscuous" at all, but had actually been raped by the nephew of her adoptive mother.
