Dullard's Ball

I'm not smart enough to keep from posting after being forced to once again man the Greyhound to Bullshit Cornfield, Illinois for the second time in two weeks. That duffle bag of Comet-cut blow ain't gonna haul itself, though, so whatever. Last time I recall winding up discussing a deep desire to huff Greg Dulli's dong whilst wearing an all-over-print hoodie and flat-brimmed fitted, which perhaps made people from Cleveland to Croydon think I might be the type that read the Fader or some such. Apologies and much blushing. This is what happens when you are stuck in a place where you cannot get even decent goddam french fries.

I wish I could pretend to even possibly point out some damn item of interest, but fuck if I am lodged without anything but cable and a book that I can't even begin to work up the desire to read. I guess it's as okay as anything else; this has given me ample time to find out that it seems like everyone across the whole damn interworld is bored as well. Of everything. Damn!
I guess that's this pre-spring shit. What do we do? Buy colorful shoes? Just give up?

My guess is you all will figure something good out and I'll jump on that shit post-haste, by which I mean a few months after the fact. But as early as next week I oughta at least be retching forth some form a' fannee oafishness from the comfort of my own carpetstained caverns.

Insufferable Picks - 02/23/2007 (sendspace'd mp3)

1. The Bummer Road - Death is My Friend - Deep Space Circuit - Time-Lag/COM
2. Les Rallizes Denudes - (I forgot what track) - End of Heavy Groove - Univeve
3. The Dead C - Your Hand - The White House - Siltbreeze
4. Home Blitz - Stupid Street - Live Outside 7"
5. Moolah - Courage - Woe Ye Demons Possesed - EM
6. Sun City Girls - Apna Desh - 330003 Cross Dressers from Beyon the Rig Veda - Locust
7. Sun City Girls - Blue Mamba - Torch of the Mystics - Majora
8. Gatekeeper - Tomb - Soundboy's Bones Get Buried in the Dirt Vol 1 - Skull Disco

Sway Lung

Bidnass trip (shuddup, I stack that) to Urbanal-Champaign (whurr?) means extra writingness 'cause what the fuck else am I gonna do? Nothing as glorious as, say, Lethal Weapon or "Maui Fever" on at the moment. Plus, they made the mistake of giving me a smoking room and selling 40s until midnight, so reel in the reek and let the glory be thine... goddam radio update:

Insufferable Picks 02/16/07

1. Eric Dolphy - Out to Lunch - Out to Lunch - Blue Note
2. Pandit Pran Nath - Raga Kut Todi - Raga Cycle, Palace Theatre, Paris 1972 - Sri Moonshine
   
3. Kode9 & the Spaceape ft. Ms. Haptic - Curious - Memories of the Future - Hyperdub
4. Z-Ro ft Tanya Herron - Continue 2 Roll - I'm Still Livin' - Rap-A-Lot
5. Rhythm & Sound ft. Paul St. Hilaire - Never Tell You - 10" - Burial Mix
6. Armour - Iron Man - 10" - Tectonic
7. Matias Aguayo - Radiotaxi - Are You Really Lost - Kompakt
8. Group Doueh - Eid for Dakhla - Guitar Music From the Western Sahara - Sublime Frequencies
9. Solar Anus - The Extreme North - Skull Alcoholic: The Complete Solar Anus - tUMULt

Archived mp3 thinger (sendspace link)

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Anyway, things that seem appropriate right now if never again:

(1) My Love (shuddup) intro: "Let's take a trip to Dubai" re-read as "Let's take a class at DeVry"

(2) A chopped and screwed (possibly also slopped) version of the Afghan Whigs' "Summer's Kiss" is the white label I need right now, but will probably regret in the morn.

So much to regret in the morn. Why isn't "Deadliest Catch" on?

The name of this dispatch is "Mastiff Fluxions", and that's all yer gonna get.

WHY I GIVE SO MUCH AS A DAMN

an essay in three uneven parts


Pt.1 - Foundations: Moon boots and crop circle haircuts

A wee shit, moving to cross the street to the playground where one could dam the spring melt into deathtraps for plastic alpha dawgs and their robot ilk. I trip on the gravel and lay on the street gazing dully at an impending car, putting up little resistance as I am dragged hairways to my front door, at which a parent of mine is informed that I am not to be trusted, in terms of being competent at getting somewhere such as across the street. I spend the next 6 years amassing a large collection of NES cartridges that my eyes no longer allow me to play.


Pt.2 - Evolution: Throw it all on out there/That which does not stick will at least rot and fertilize the soil for the next at-bat motherfucker

I show up at the doorstep of college with fat pants of materials ranging from corduroy through denim to "shiny blue", and yet nary a trance record in my collection... just some double copies of Toasted Marshmallow Breaks and but a single turntable. I stole a low-grade flyer offa the short-lived Green Bay shopwall from which this vinyl was procured, a shop of nothing but four-on-the-floor tech-house and "turntablist"-area beatjuggler ammo. The flyer was for an Archers of Loaf/Butterglory show I was not able to attend. 'Round here all levels scavenge for something to with which to affiliate, every step of the way. I buy a Triple Rectifier with my paper mill cheddar and spend a year or so wearing plain black fitted t-shirts and playing black SG in a poor shadow-fax of Lifetime.


Pt.3 - Finale: Gross markings in a growth market

The power of the internet has given everyone a 500 GB hard-drive of the hottest shit imaginable (of which, if posting statistics are to be believed, at least 100GB feature Lil Wayne). I blush uncontrollably at Rettman's lashing, sweating profusely through my Diplomats "Ramones logo" t-shirt (no, not the foil print one, fool)... goddam!!! I already ordered those Mighty Baby lps!!! Should I be embarrassed? I'm still not quite sure. Should I even be able to afford those Mighty Baby lps? Can I really afford those Mighty Baby lps? I guess I'm embarrassed. HELL FUCKIN' YES I'M EMBARRASSED. He's right, you know. I'm even meta-embarrassed for the number of times I've mentioned Rettman on this thing. Not that he doesn't deserve the credit, the man is good. It's just probably weird to a guy for some internet-place to constantly see reference to his internet-place or radio presence or whatever from some quasi-faceless kid's internet-place off inna boonies, unless your that Kottke fellow and make a living off of it. And the Archers of Loaf for that matter. Why do I always mention them? I don't mention Animal Chin. Thank goodness for that. I could just delete this whole post right now and start from scratch, but that would somehow be less "true". I'd live each day knowing I removed words from play that I at one time considered offering up to all of the internet bored enough to care. Of course, I'm not changing ways or anything. Dubstep twelves are still in virtual shopping baskets. I swear it ain't a fad. Brooklyn kids are still sometimes capable of artsounds worth the hard earned cash of the midwest. Hell, I can't afford my teeth but I can still afford records. But Tony, c'mon, I still need a gauge, a compass. I've already got those Byrds lps and have watched live YouTube footage of "Beautiful Child" enough for the time being. I'm a bit late to the game, but I know that yr print zine went hidden sometime before I 'came in' and a dude's gotta worry when one of the few sorta-almost-regularly updated beacons in his eternal night sky gets so, I dunno, pessimistic. Keep grindin through this winter and beyond! For the children! Pleeze!

No, you must have meant eRgotism.

Archival book keeping for the sake of my mirror-gazing tendencies and self-insufficient ways. For your records, archiving challenges led to no available audio for my subpar set on 02/02/2007. Furthermore, the show for which I have provided linkaction, 02/09/2007, was cut short by a fire alarm about 3/4 of the way through, so I take no responsibility for the last 15 minutes, during which I have no idea what is being played. Not that I know the rest of the time either.

Insufferable Picks playlist4posterity dated 02/02/07:

1. Che-SHIZU - I'm Dancing in My Heart - Nazareth - PSF
2. Vampire Belt - Snake Out - Dead is Ok - Hot Cars Warp
3. Them - I Can Only Give You Everything - Them ft Van Morrison - Decca
   
4. Neon Pearl - Urban Ways - Neon Pearl - Acme
5. The Wooden Cupboard - 1 - Boiling the Animal in the Sky
6. Mrtyu - The Burning Ground - The Burning Ground - Battlecruiser
7. Mala - Blue Notez - 12" - DMZ
8. Carl Craig - Televised Green Smoke - More Songs About Food and Revolutionary Art - Planet e

Insufferable Picks playlist for 02/10/07 (Sendspace mp3 link):

1. Talk Talk - I Believe in You - Spirit of Eden - Capitol
2. Burial - Broken Home - Burial - Hyperdub
3. Craig Talborn - Junk Magic - Junk Magic - Thirsty Ear
4. Fushitsusha - 1.3 - Live 1 - PSF
5. Kimya Dawson - It's Been Raining - Hidden Vagenda - K
6. Satwa - Blue de Cachorro Muito Louco - Satwa - Time-Lag
7. The Witch - Black Tears - Lazy Bones - Shadoks
   

Beersoaked entries back on deck. You can't keep a down man good.

Blanch all night

There is just a little goddam bit less every day. Energy. One fat-assed cold front just sitting on us. Passing a little wind, perhaps, but the resultant chill (to my experience) isn't making anyone crabwalk faster then they already would in this lethargy of forsaken particles. Gah, it just pushes you into a doorway and forces you to write pap like that.

Pap. Huh.

But yeah, not kidding at all about the idleness in the air. In these times I seek out Schnapps ("giving menthol a sort of okay name") and practitioners of longform drone. Like I can be asked to flip a 12" single every <=7 minutes right now. Trust, it hurts.

Fortunately, there is relief to that end as well. I have finally clutched the Vodka Soap tapes and they soothe and are sooth. Still, like a chump I have not auto-reverse. Further proof that life has only eroded since my "heady paperroute days"[tm]. How could a manthing tire of these mantras? It doesn't matter. Just tired in general. But the guy has laid it out here in little magnetic strips: He's thankful so you don't hafta be. Just puddle around and let him descend the curly straw.

When the devotionals just don't work in any accounts, I have been switching up to queen of phantom limbs Marcia Basset's latest Zaimph traimph, Mirage of the Other. Meat of all temperatures will certainly appreciate where she's going gone with this. Claws of many sizes of cat bared, in assorted denominations not discrete. But does that make them continuous here? I can't even tell; it's a glorious kind of claybath that has me up in arms against the frost on our lone window here, and making endless variations of those hand-tricks that look like footprints. When all day is nocturnal, this is the way to go, I have a hunch.