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‘It was in 1966, that perhaps the most profound evolution of the Texas Psych genre began, and it was unquestionably and irrevocably lead by the formation of the 13th Floor Elevators. Most of you know the history of that legendary band, so I will not dwell on it here. Suffice it to say they introduced a completely novel approach to rock and roll music. The blending of psychedelic drugs, superb musicianship, and truly artful lyrical content dovetailed perfectly with the ideas some of us were discovering about expanded human awareness through chemical experimentation. The resulting sound was of such intensity and dynamic relevance that audiences were left literally spellbound.

‘Most of the local bands began to take similar paths after having, to that point, mostly covered the English invasions songs and throwing in a few Motown dance monsters. Everybody had let his or her hair grow long and pot was everywhere. Acid was also readily available, as were mescaline and psycillicibin mushrooms. The law in Austin, shall we say, highly disapproved of our music and our lifestyles. It is hard to imagine in 2006 how seriously opposed to pot smoking the ’60’s Texas law was. Possession of even a small amount of marijuana could land you in prison for many, many years — even life imprisonment was a legal option for judges in some cases.

‘The Elevators got busted for pot and things were never quite the same. Several members of my band Golden Dawn got busted too, and so did I. I remember one particularly large Austin bust that netted the cops over 50 young artists, lovers, musicians, philosophers generally innocent enjoyers of life all to be saddled with felony criminal records for the rest of their lives. The Elevators were exiled to San Francisco. With the end of the Elevator era in Austin, things changed forever. The other bands just couldn’t fill the void, although they played good music and had good followings. The whole Elevator/Golden Dawn mystique was gone forever, at least as an actual presence on the Austin music scene. It all disappeared like a mysterious dream of super substantial reality, like the shadows of a once and future dawn.

‘Love had been the basis of it all. Every level of love: sexual, platonic, romantic, familial, humanistic, environmental, socially communal·. everything good about being alive and being human and possessing qualities beyond war, greed, and power that’s what early Austin music was all about. In many ways, we’ve come a long way down from there. Today’s Austin , the live music capital of the world, is just another big town wishin’ it were Houston. Guys like me can’t get a gig playing songs for free in a parking lot.’ — George Kinney, The Golden Dawn

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p.s. Hey from Amsterdam where I’m staying in this kind of communal apartment that’s out in the city’s relative boonies next to this park that’s supposed to be the prettiest in Amsterdam called Beatrixpark, and also next to this apparently famous restaurant called Kunst Kapel that’s round and serves organic food, which is cool, but they have a rooster that starts crowing at 5 in the morning, which isn’t cool, and the apartment building where I’m staying used to be a mo
nastery, which is interesting ‘cos I live in an ex-monastery (the Recollets), but it just looks like a Dutch apartment building, so it doesn’t have ex-monastery vibes or anything, and today I’m going to be watching or supervising the installation of the show at the Kunstverein, and that’s my story so far. ** Michael, Hey, Michael! What’s up? Wow, that coaster you linked to is cool or evil or both. I didn’t know about it. That’s awesome. Thanks! Everyone, d.l. Michael adds to the unrealizable theme park stuff circa yesterday with a treasurable proposal called Euthanasia Coaster: The Suicide Roller Coaster, and obviously I think you should look at it. Hence, italics. Thanks about the show. Yeah, great distances, ugh. Tell me about something situated where you are that is tragically impossible for me to see. ** David Ehrenstein, I can only imagine that Pierland would have some hella crazy rides. Well, I see that a certain, ahem, book, ahem, didn’t get a Lammy nomination, but surprised I am not, and big congrats to these anointed ones: Bill Jones, Natty Soltesz (!), David Trinidad, Laurie Weeks, Tim Dlugos, Richard Labonte, Susie Bright, R. Zamora Linmark, Michael Bronski, and Thomas Meyer! ** Pisycaca, Hey, Montse! Well, that’s when Tim Burton was young and more on his game. I bet he would jump at that ride idea today. Oh, there’s a possibility that Yury and I might go to Barcelona for a few days, yeah. It’s Yury’s vacation, and where we go is up to him, but that was the first place he proposed, so hopefully! News when there is some! ** Patrick deWitt , Patrick! You’re almost here! Well, I’m in Amsterdam, so … almost there! Hooray! Oh, gosh, yes, it is Camel Wide Lights, you are so thoughtful. I forget what day you arrive, but buzz me when you’re in. I get back there on Saturday. Hooray! ** Statictick, Hey. I can’t even imagine being able to fall asleep under those conditions. But were you zoned enough that they could read you anyway? Oh, another MRI, so … ? You can whine. You deserve it, and we can totally handle it. Get some sleep bro. ** Zack, Hey. Detroit is in the house today. Glad you liked the post. I’m a theme park maniac. And when it comes to never realized ones or dead ones rotting away on their foundations, I’m a goner. I fear that Bibleland near LA would have been wussed out, true, although that ToB water ride thing looked kind of harrowing. I like the idea of a Rock ‘n’ Roll theme park too, but that one looked … I don’t know. Too spacious, for one thing. If it had, like, Black Metal Land and Indie Land and Glitch Land and blah blah, maybe. Still, I would go to that proposed park anyway and ride the Bohemian Rhapsody ride, etc., blah, wouldn’t you? You have to go to Disneyland. All the other Disney parks, as fun as they can be, are just overblown sequels. The original is high art. Serious. You’ll see. I think maybe it’s a melancholy time of year. I am too, despite everything, so I think it’s an external force maybe. Although the seeming no go with your crush guy is a reasonable guess at the source of yours. I’m sorry. Romantics have it tough ‘cos it does seem like go-for-broke romantics or people who secretly want to be ‘drugged’ silly and thus saved from their petty day to day existences by the onrush of love from go-for-broke romantics aren’t an everyday thing. Anyway, sucks, and I feel for you ‘cos I’m kind of a big romantic too, I think. ** Ken Baumann, Ken! Maybe I’m totally wrong ‘cos I’m not old enough to have lived through the old tabloid stuff with decent consciousness, but when I read about the way it was back then, it seems like it was more civil or something, or maybe not civil but maybe not so amoral and bent on completely destroying celebrities. It seems like it was kind of a game, an ugly game sometimes, but that there were rules or something. I don’t know. It could be just the difference between print magazine based gossip and internet based gossip or something. Interesting about the hours and effort involved in those shows. I guess that makes total sense. Irreality is so elusive and complex. It’s cool. ** _Black_Acrylic, My thoughts exactly, Mr. Robinson. 7 minutes is really nice length. Ideal 12″ remix length. Dude, awesome, yes! ** L@rstonovich, Larst-o! Your trip sounds quite ace. I feel kind of sad that I never played D&D.; So many interesting younger writers like yourself did or do, and it seems like it was a key influence of some sort on the experimental aspect of the work of a lot of the younger writers I tend to really like. It’s guess it’s never too late to learn to play, but I don’t know. I don’t feel anywhere near as sad that I don’t know squat about Magic: the Gathering. But maybe I should? Favorite uncle status is the best. Maybe even better than being a favorite parent, but I don’t really know. That painting is really fucking nice, man. Wow, you should keep going, no? Sweet. Everyone, the very multiply and highly talented d.l. Larstonovich also paints to add even more masteries to his, well, resume, I guess. Anyway, here’s a painting by him. You should look at it. ** Misanthrope, Hey. Yeah, big congrats to our own Bacteriaburger! That’s so awesome! I really hope those people bearing down on Little Show get a fucking clue. Really, Jesus, what a bunch of pre-determining busybodies. I guess that’s the danger of having actual real world friends as Facebook friends. Except I have a bunch, and I guess that has worked out okay. But that defriending dude’s a drama queen. He’ll be back. Oh, come on, dude, you totally fucked that girl. I was there. I saw the whole thing. We all did. We were all standing there going, man, that George guy fucks pretty good for a poof. ** Chris Cochrane, Close but no cigar is better than far away and a cigar. Good obsession. I don’t think I have one today. Unless that crowing rooster I mentioned up top counts, and unless wanting to slip sleeping pills into its food counts as obsession, and I think it does. ** Steevee, Very, very best of luck with the sonogram tomorrow. Wtf with them not sending you screener? Maybe they know the show is a critic-unfriendly disaster? That’s probably over thinking it. ** Frank Jaffe, Hey Frank! Oh, you should totally interview a porn kid for the zine. I’m sure any number of porn kids would jump at the chance. I’ve thought about interviewing one or a series of them for my blog, and I even have a wish list, and there are even a few porn boys on there who probably speak English, ha ha, but I’ve been too lazy. That’s so cool and funny about George Takei. He must be really nice, don’t you think? Just yesterday someone reposted something from his Facebook wall onto my communal news feed that made me a crack up. Did you see it? It was, uh, a picture of an eel with a text grafted on top, and the text said ‘When you’re down by the sea / and an eel bites your knee / that’s a Moray.’ I don’t know why, but I was I was in stitches all day. Tofu burritos, hell yes! Mini! Fuckin’ A! ** Jeff, Hey. Really? I’ve never been to King’s Dominion. Could well be. The only thing like that I’ve ever seen is that cool Flintstones Motel by the Grand Canyon. ** Rewritedept, Hi. Try going to amusement parks on Ecstacy if you can actually manage to find real, uncut Ecstacy somewhere. It’s an interesting combo. I think going on MDMA would be too intense maybe. Cool about the Saturday show. I don’t know: what is it about Canadians that you find so endearing? Come to think of it, I can’t think of a Canadian I’ve met who wasn’t endearing. Interesting. What’s the birthday party going to consist of? Oh, well, I guess I can guess, but … I always like to go bowling with friends on my birthday. If that makes me a dork, so be it. Have fun, be well, dig everything. ** Okay, I’ll go enter Amsterdam proper now. Enjoy the gig today, I hope. See you tomo
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‘Last spring there was a smart, rambling letter from a guy in Kent, Ohio, with a smart, rambling album to match–on Water Bros., by a group that seemed to call itself 15-60-75 the Numbers Band. A month or two later the group played Trax, of all places; sorry, I told the letter-writer on the phone, I’m going on vacation, if you mean it you’ll be back. A month after that there was a handsome, exquisitely stoopid single, on Booji Boy, by an Ohio group called Devo, short for “De-Evolution.” I liked the misogynist Dead Boys’ album, on Sire, more than I wanted to; their bio claimed they’d been unable to commence their homage to Iggy in their native Cleveland, and I wondered why.

‘Gary Storm of the Oil of Dog show on WBFO, Buffalo–“If all you love is money you’ll hate our guts”–gave me a playlist that included records I thought no disc jockey had heard of and records I hadn’t heard of myself. One was an album called From Akron, on Clone, by two different bands, the Bizarros and the Rubber City Rebels. I wrote away for it and loved it, although I didn’t relate to the EP by Tin Huey I got with it. Devo showed up at Max’s with a movie of themselves, a hilarious version of “Satisfaction” that omitted the hook, and David Bowie. They were also from Akron, it appeared. The letter-writer began sending me (blank), a mimeographed “Ragazine of High and Low Art” dedicated to the proposition that “anybody doing anything at all against our gray Midwestern nothingness deserves attention.” The first signing on Blank, Mercury’s new punk label, was rumored to be Pere Ubu, from Cleveland.

‘It was long about then, in early December, that I looked at a map and ascertained that Akron was about 40 miles south of Cleveland and 10 miles west of Kent. Something was obviously going on out there. Musically, I think of Akron-Cleveland as one place. The two Cleveland bands that interest me–Pere Ubu and the Dead Boys–do seem a little more sophisticated conceptually than the ones from Akron, but not enough to support any big theories. Nor does it matter much that Akron is a satellite of Cleveland in such crucial matters as radio, or that people in Akron don’t have easy access to Cleveland’s excellent library, art museum, and (why leave it out?) symphony orchestra. In most ways the cities are quite similar. Both have long borne the impress of a large white industrial working class that now faces the removal of rubber and steel manufacture to the South; both also support many corporate headquarters and a large managerial and professional class. Both suffered major race riots in the ’60s. Both experienced intense counterculture conflicts as well.

‘Ohio is a big place, of course, but it does seem to turn out more rock musicians than most big places. But Pere Ubu, Devo, Tin Huey, the Dead Boys, the Bizarros, and the Rubber City Rebels all respond to a more curious quirk of Cleveland taste–an attraction to weird, arty rock and roll. I’ve been stubborn about the term “punk,” applying it mercilessly to the new New York and English bands because even the artiest of them owned a clear formal debt to avant-punk godfather Lou Reed. “New Wave” struck me as a pretentious evasion. But Akron-Cleveland is so clearly influenced King Crimson as well as by Uncle Lou that it’s broken my will.’ — Robert Christigau, 1977

Rocket from the Tombs
Rubber City Rebels
Dead Boys
Pere Ubu
electric eels
Robert Quine
The Pagans
Devo
Peter Laughner
The Pretenders
The Styrenes
The Cramps
The Bizarros

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Formed in Cleveland OH in the summer of 1974, Rocket From The Tombs existed for less than a year, never released a record, played fewer than a dozen shows, and was heard and/or seen by no more than a few hundred people. Rocket From The Tombs blew apart in August 1975. David Thomas and Peter Laughner went on to form Pere Ubu, taking along rock classics such as “Final Solution,” “Life Stinks,” and “30 Seconds Over Tokyo.” Cheetah Chrome and John Madansky formed the Dead Boys, taking “Sonic Reducer,” “Ain’t It Fun,” “Down In Flames,” and several others. Through word of mouth and a frenzied trafficking in bootlegs, Rocket From The Tombs acquired an international status out of all proportion to its brief existence.’ — ubuprojex

Rocket from the Tombs ’30 Seconds Over Tokyo’

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‘Akron, OH’s Rubber City Rebels were yet another hot, terrific punk-era rock & roll band circa 1977 that suffered from the total lack of independent labels back then. Lacking a strong connection to New York, they never got a Sire, Warner Brothers or Mercury deal like a few other great Ohio contemporaries (Dead Boys, Devo, and Pere Ubu, respectively) until they moved to L.A. and scored a deal with Capitol so much later, in 1980, when this sound was no longer au courant. Their sound was nails-tough garage punk, part New York Dolls, part Dead Boys, and most of all part 1973 Stooges.’ — Sons of the Dolls

Rubber City Rebels ‘Somebody’s Gonna Get Their (Head Kicked In)’

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‘From the depths of industrial Cleveland the Dead Boys found infamy on the New York scene around the club CBGB’s. Led by their irrepressible Iggy aping lead singer Stiv Bators, the Dead Boys merged the UK punk look with a tough US street punk sound and nihilistic lyrics at odds with the artier sounds of Television and Patti Smith and gave high octane performances to boot. However, like The Ramones, they suffered from the Punk tag they lived up to and achieved poor record sales both from their debut Young Loud & Snotty and their second album, the poppier more commercial, We Have Cum For Your Children. The Dead Boys split up in 1980. Some lay the roots of US hardcore at The Dead Boys door.’ — punk77.co.uk

Dead Boys ‘Sonic Reducer’

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‘Although New York and London are generally credited with spawning what came to be known as punk rock, Cleveland band Pere Ubu has a fairly good claim to planting many of its seeds in the early ’70s. In its first incarnation, Ubu combined disorienting, often dissonant, rock and urban blues in a stunningly original and outlandish mix, but never lost an urgent, joyous party atmosphere. Lead singer David Thomas’ plebeian warble, the band’s most noticeable sonic feature, colors all of Ubu’s proceedings in a bizarre light; casual listeners might, as a result, overlook the powerful, polished musicianship. One of the most innovative American musical forces, Pere Ubu is to Devo what Arnold Schoenberg was to Irving Berlin.’ — ubuprojex

Pere Ubu ‘Caligari’s Mirror’

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‘The electric eels played only five public shows, but during their brief existence they earned a reputation locally for being angry, confrontational, and violent. They were notorious for starting fights with audiences which drew police attention; members were also abusive to each other off-stage. Their style was a dischordant, noisy amalgam of hard garage rock and free jazz that was generally considered to be very obnoxious. Stiv Bators, the singer of The Dead Boys was particularly influenced by the vocal styling and stage presence of Dave “E” McManus. The electric eels featured unconventional instrumentation initially, with no drummer nor anyone who was technically competent on any musical instruments. Their rare performances did feature at various times, sheet metal hit with sledgehammers, anvils, a power lawnmower and fist fights. This led to the description of their act as “art terrorism”.’ — Scat Records

electric eels ‘Cold Meat’

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‘To those in the know, Akron, Ohio’s Robert Quine is one of the most original and influential guitarists of the past 25 years. A founding member of the groundbreaking punk rock ensemble, Richard Hell & the Voidoids, Quine has gone on to collaborate with a diverse array of musicians during his career, including: Lou Reed, Brian Eno, John Zorn, Matthew Sweet, Tom Waits, Lloyd Cole, They Might Be Giants, and Marianne Faithfull. Quine’s guitar speaks with a distinctive and versatile voice that immediately identifies him. Shrieks of feedback, throbbing drones, fractured chords, and keening lead lines are all part of Quine’s sonic vocabulary – one that often leaves the listener feeling assaulted, yet enlightened.’ — RobertQuine.com

Robert Quine (w/Lou Reed) ‘Waves of Fear’ (excerpt)

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‘While Pere Ubu and other Ohio cousins were offering only cerebral dissonance, the 1977 punk explosion visited Cleveland in the form of The Pagans. Picking up where the departed (for NYC) Dead Boys left off, the Pagans were younger, louder and, if not as snotty, better in other ways. Led by raspy-voiced Mike Hudson, this slam-dunk garage quartet produced a small stack of classic singles: “Not Now No Way,” “Street Where Nobody Lives” and “What’s This Shit Called Love” (later covered by the Meatmen) are all down and dirty, glorious three-chord excursions into the filth and the fury. The Pagans broke up in late ’79 without ever issuing an album. The band’s first longplayer (informally known as The Pink Album was in large part the result of a 1983 reunion gig (only Hudson and guitarist Tommy Gunn are holdovers from the old days), pressed as a limited-edition (500 copies) live LP.’ — Trouser Press

Pagans ‘What’s This Shit Called Love’

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‘Devo formed in 1973 consisting of members from Kent and Akron, Ohio. Devo first gained fame in 1976 when the short film The Truth About De-Evolution by Chuck Statler won a prize at the Ann Arbor Film Festival. Devo caught the attention of David Bowie and Iggy Pop, who championed the band and enabled Devo to secure a recording contract with Warner Bros. Records. After Bowie backed out due to previous commitments, their first album, Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! was produced by Brian Eno. Their music and stage show mingle kitsch science fiction themes, deadpan surrealist humor, and mordantly satirical social commentary. Their often discordant pop songs feature unusual synthetic instrumentation and time signatures that have proven influential on subsequent popular music, particularly New Wave, industrial and alternative rock artists.’ — clubdevo.com

Devo ‘Too Much Paranoia’/’Praying Hands’

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‘Peter Laughner was an important, and still overlooked, figure in the birth of American punk and new wave. As a singer, songwriter, and performer in numerous Cleveland bands, he was probably the single biggest catalyst in the birth of Cleveland’s alternative rock scene in the mid-’70s. Roughly speaking, Laughner’s work melded the street-life aesthetic of Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground with folk, roots-rock, art-rock, and even singer-songwriter influences. His legacy is difficult for the masses to appreciate, however, and not just because his premature death of acute pancreatitis, brought on by drug and alcohol use, in June 1977, while still in his mid-20s meant that very little recorded material emerged during his lifetime. It’s all because his talents were too disparate to be easily pigeonholed and, until recently, repackaged for the CD era, despite a wealth of unreleased material.’ — allmusic

Peter Laughner ‘Life Stinks’

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‘Chryssie Hynde is the daughter of a part-time secretary and a Yellow Pages manager. She graduated from Firestone High School in Akron, Ohio. While attending Kent State University’s Art School for three years, she joined a band called Sat. Sun. Mat. (which included Mark Mothersbaugh from Devo). Hynde also developed an interest in the UK music
magazine NME. She eventually saved enough money to move from Ohio to London in 1973. With her art background, Hynde landed a job in an architectural firm but left after eight months. It was then that she met rock journalist Nick Kent (with whom she became involved) and landed a writing position at NME. However, this proved not to last and Hynde later found herself working at Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood’s then-little-known clothing store, SEX. Eventually, she tried to convince a very young Sid Vicious (who used to hang around at SEX) to marry her, just in order for her to get a work permit. Hynde then attempted to start a band in France before her return to Cleveland in 1975.’ — Wikipedia

The Pretenders ‘I Can’t Control Myself’

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‘The Styrenes are precursors to many of the precursors of the bands that you are listening to now. They have their origins in the burgeoning 70’s Cleveland scene that spawned such classic bands as Pere Ubu & Dead Boys. With a style best described as jazzy agro-pop, the Styrenes were a bit “off,” a bit too weird, even by CLE standards, kind of like Syd Barret backed by Pavement. The Styrenes experimented with almost every song. The result is indescribable, chaotic, often catchy, and always on-edge. Adventurous and exciting- punk/agro-jazz w/ a tinge of hostility. The Styrenes proved to be a crucial missing link between Sixties punk grunge and Eighties avant-rock. A retro-salute is long overdue to the Styrenes’ rarefied smashup of ragged-ass psychedelia, proto-No Wave guitar noise, corkscrew jazz & pummeling freak rock.’ — David Fricke

The Styrenes ‘Drano In Your Veins’

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‘The Cramps formed in Akron, Ohio in 1976 and were active until the death of lead singer Lux Interior in 2009. Lux took his stage name from a car ad, and Ivy claimed to have received hers in a dream (she was first Poison Ivy Rorschach, taking her last name from that of the inventor of the Rorschach test). The Cramps’ sound was heavily influenced by early rockabilly, rhythm and blues, and rock and roll like Link Wray and Hasil Adkins, 1960s surf music acts such as The Ventures and Dick Dale, 1960s garage rock artists like The Standells, The Gants, The Trashmen, The Green Fuz and The Sonics, as well as the post-glam/early punk scene from which they emerged. They also were influenced to a degree by the Ramones and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, who was an influence for their style of theatrical horror-blues. In turn, The Cramps have influenced countless subsequent bands in the garage, punk and rockabilly revival subgenres, and helped create the psychobilly genre.’ — The Los Angeles Times

The Cramps ‘Human Fly’/’Teenage Werewolf’

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‘From the streets of the Akron rubber factories to center stage at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, The Bizarros have proven that they can, in fact, fight their way uptown. Fueling the Akron music scene in the late 1970s with songs like “I, Bizarro” and “Laser Boys”, the quintet meshed raw punk energy with new wave. Lyrics range from more lighthearted pop culture references – comic book villains and white screen movies – to more introspective and philosophical verses. Their music first materialized in the form of an album in 1976 on Gorilla Records. Nicholis went on to create the independent label, Clone Records, through which the next two releases were distributed. Four subsequent releases followed, the last in 1981, and the Bizarros took a 23-year hiatus from studio.’ — thebizarros.com

The Bizarros ‘White Screen Movies’
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p.s. Hey. I’m starting this on late Sunday afternoon during a work break because I found out over the weekend that I need to be at the Pompidou to work on ‘TEENAGE HALLUCINATION’ at 8:30 Monday morning. Rather than just cancel Monday’s p.s., I’m going to get to as many of the weekend’s comments as I can today and early Monday, and then I’ll get to the ones that arrive later when I return ‘full force’ on Tuesday. Also, I’m going to have be kind of quick-ish even now because today is pretty busy for me as well. Sorry about all this. ** Rewritedept, Hey. Cheers on the shared hardcore memories and love. I don’t know the Gorillaz dub album, no. It’s good? Really? Okay, I’ll have a listen then. Thanks! ** Randomwater, Hey there! Your weekend doesn’t sound bad at all. Poetry, making out, pals … what else is there? My weekend was totally lacking in razzle dazzle, or at least anything that words could render entertaining. Random sample: ‘No, move that painting a little to the left. Now, just a smidgen back to the right. A smidgen more. Okay, now up a centimeter. Good.’ If only there was some video game company out there that was wild and financially reckless enough to throw millions of dollars at a ‘Wild Boys’ game. Or if only games didn’t cost so much to make that there could be little indie video game companies out there doing cool things. Oh, you’ve already read Lautreamont. I should’ve figured. Hm, I’ll see if I can think of another suggestion. You do look mesmerized in that photo. Is it even possible to jack off without being mesmerized? I guess so. Oh, is it possible to read your poetry somewhere? I’d like to. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi, David. Hope your birthday was joyous in some fashion. Oh, circuit parties … I think I went with some friends to one in NYC, but there was such a specter of death about it to me that I just got depressed and unnerved and left very soon. ** Syreearmwellion, CM Punk! He is pretty cool. I haven’t kept up with the WWE over here like I try to do when I’m living in LA, but … I don’t know, there’s something very charming in that overblown charade even I can’t finger it. ** Pilgarlic, Hi! I’ll go look for your email. I’m even more scattered than usual. Yeah, the tons of coins from the French ceiling story got a lot of play here, as you can imagine, with half of the population of France now fishing around in their ceilings. Awesome Steely Dan track from my favorite SD LP, ‘Katy Lied’! ** Ultra VGA, Hey. You don’t seem like you’re so different from me, really. I’ve even got a serious case of procrastination-itis, even though I imagine it doesn’t seem that way. But you should see the things I would have done, ha ha! You earn a living as a traitor to language … how so? If I’m being nosey, ignore. I did read Drew Daniels’ ‘queer sound’ piece in The Wire, and I totally agree with you. I actually was going to try to scan it and put it on my blog, but, guess what, my aforementioned procrastination foiled that plan. I guess I still could. Thanks for filling me in. Keep it up. It’s cool having you here. **
Sypha, Well, same with me and my rave period. I adored it from the sidelines. Yeah, as DE pointed out, that Christopher Bram book is more about historical guys, and it only goes up as recently as Edmund White and his older than my generation. I didn’t know those Ballard books were even out of print. Well, that’s terrific news. Believe it or not, I love reading you talk about prog and detail your interest in its mythologies. It’s cool. ** Alan, Hey. Okay, mm, I’m not entirely sure if the difference in terms of resolution that Mike points out between my stuff and the stuff of younger writers exists or not. The kind of resolution I’m talking about is not any kind of gotcha or ‘Aha!’ or anything like that. I think maybe when most writers make a novel which is a mystery that can be solved or which deliberately goes against readers’ expectations of a resolution, the way to either solve it or to discover that it’s not solvable is through the story and characters in which/whom clues are littered and hidden, and the resolution or lack thereof is essentially if not entirely narrative-based. In, say, ‘TMS’, that is not the case. The novel is filled with secret tunnels constructed around individuated themes and resemblances and so on that are created by the novel’s form and structure, and the narrative’s clues are indications of where the secret tunnels lie and where they intersect and lead and so on. If one wanted to take the novel apart by identifying and locating each secret tunnel and then create a map of the novel’s architecture, one could enter the secret tunnel system and find one’s way into the deepest part of the novel where the tunnels end. There is something there, and traversing the tunnels and discovering it will increase one’s understanding of the novel, but it’s not a twist or ‘the truth’ or anything like that. It is an ideal vantage point that causes the novel to coalesce in the truest way. Now, I’m not sure that it would be possible for a reader to do that even if he or she wanted to, but I designed the novel so that such investigation is as possible to undertake as I could. Does that help clear things up at all? ** Nipper Dog, Hi! Oh, that’s okay. Other than the p.s., I am the correspondent from hell, so I understand. I’m glad you liked the Christopher Knowles stuff. You doing good? Tell me what’s going on with you, if you feel like it. ** Jeff, Hi, Jeff. That job sounds really good. Congrats and fingers crossed if you need any. You’re a Fad Gadget fan, awesome. Strange how few and far between we seem to be these days, although Im hoping the post will draw out any closeted FG fans. I think, if I’m remembering correctly, that I had a hard time with Gottfried Benn too. I don’t think I got very far with him. ** A.r., Hi, A. No wonder they’re aflurry. Such a great seeming show. I’m in a bit of pain that I’ll likely miss it. Thanks about Monday. I’ll give Ossian and Stephen a big howdy-do from you. Love, me. ** Bernard Welt, Thanks a lot for the link, B. I bookmarked it for a peaceful moment. That scene sounds way amazing, for sure. ** Killer Luka, Hey. Oh, yeah, I have the deepest respect for your interest in and employment of beauty in your work. I was just joshing. I’m glad you’re blowing faces off. I want that Kiddiepunk book! Gosh, you communicated wonderfully. Your tiredness lost the battle. ** JoeM, Hi, Joe. Oh, it’s a cartoon TV thing. Hm. What a strange idea since the original is actually kind of great in its own way. Well, I only hope he wouldn’t bother to do that unless he has some twist up his sleeve. I don’t know you if ever saw Ralph Bakshi’s brilliant remake of the ‘Mighty Mouse’ cartoon series back in the, hm, 70s, early 80s? It was a model of remake goodness. I’ve heard that story about the girl bringing her fetus to a show as the inspiration for ‘Bodies’ so many times in so many contexts from the mid-70s until now that I think it might be the real deal. ** Kyler, Hi, K. You know Christopher Bram? I think I only met him briefly a few times over the years, but I think we were on a gay fiction panel together once. You good? ** Chris Goode, Oh, thanks, Chris! I’m glad you thought it turned out okay, and that’s huge thanks to you. I tried to do a Knowles Day a few years ago, and there was so little online that I abandoned the plan, but it seems that someone or someones who are into him have been stocking up the web more recently. Very best of luck with the memory cramming. Is it a thing where you memorize it word for word, or do you memorize more like talking points and then rely on a bit of improv in the performance? Or both? ** Steevee, Thanks a lot for the link! That’s great of you! Thanks much! ** Misanthrope, Hey. Footing it in LA is pretty unrealistic man, kind of surrealistic even. Maybe they can find a sack of money somewhere and be able to afford taking taxis? I get a neck pain vis-à-vis sleeping thing too sometimes. Could be the pillows, yeah. Or it could be my organic clothes! ** Dungan, Hi, Sean. Cool about the email. I’ll go get it. It’s a cavern? How trippy! They have lighting in there, right? I mean, it could look unbelievable. Yes, photos of the show are a must. I, of course, like the idea of you being interviewed onstage with mics at the opening. You’re all kind of LA suave/casual and you give off this relaxed vibe, and people will love you, man. ** William Keckler, Mr. Keckler! It’s a great honor, sir. Thank you so much. And yes, yes re: CK. Everyone, William Keckler does many amazing things including one of my favorite blogs/sites in the whole world, the sublime Joe Brainard’s Pajamas (The Sequel), which you simply must visit whether you have before or haven’t. Again, a great pleasure to have you here. My very, very best to you. ** Postitbreakup, Thank you, Josh. Hope your weekend ruled. ** Jax, Hey, pal. Awesome thoughts, history, take, and memories re: the old punk days, thank you. The LA punk scene wasn’t wildly arty, though. A bit, at times, but not compared to the NYC scene, for instance, which, well, I suppose was probably pretty queer friendly too in theory, even if I can’t think of too many queer early NYC punk band members, come to think of it. The pianist in Patti Smith’s band is the only one to immediately spring to mind. Strange. Oh, wait, The Mumps, Lance Loud’s and Kristian Hoffman’s punk band, of course. I think maybe the Bush Tetras were queer. It took me a long time to hear disco without having an accompanying mental image of a room packed with mustaches, but, yeah, even that has a nice melancholy about it now. Rave, however, sigh. I do seriously miss those days. Oh, gosh, on your query. Hunh. ‘Smoking the peace pipe’, ha ha? How strict are those censors? ‘Doing the Jethro Tull?’ Uh, hm, I hope others are of more help. I’ll keep thinking. ** _Black_Acrylic, Enticing about the ‘YnY’ futurisms. Yes, news when appropriate, thanks, Ben. ** Chris Dankland, Hi, Chris. Cool, glad it effected you. That sound/vid with the jeering is really intense. It was from an event at the dawn of Wilson and Knowles’ collaboration, and the audience thought Wilson was forcing Knowles to perform the text, not aware that Knowles had written it, and basically exploiting the poor lad. I guess that’s probably obvious just from listening. Very nice Burns quote. Hope all’s well with you. ** Statictick, Hey. Ugliness rather than filthiness, yeah, okay, that makes sense. My stuff still gets called hard-boiled sometimes too. If they only knew, right? Interesting about ‘Minus’. And sorry to be so random today. It’s now 7 am on Monday, and I’m trying to get a last few comments addressed before I split, and I am quite far from fully awake yet. ** Chris Cochrane, Hey. Wonderful! Yeah, send me he flight info when you can. Air France, good, that’s the easy terminal vis-à-vis getting the train back to Paris. ** Okay. I’ll continue tomorrow morning if need be. In the meantime, do your best to enjoy my Ohioan 70
s punk transitioning into post-punk oriented gig, if you will. See you in a few.