Wildwood Crest, NJ

•July 1, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I just got back from a trip to Wildwood Crest. I’d never been to New Jersey before, and the southern part of the state is just lovely: lots of farms and green and quaint houses. Driving towards the shore it’s lush and beautiful, without all the development you see in parts of the coast here in NC. I’m sure that there are parts of the shore that aren’t as quaint, but near the cape it almost has a village feel to it. Lots of old houses owned by people who’ve been there forever. Some rentals of course but it doesn’t feel hectic and overdeveloped. The beach itself is absolutely huge, and there may be a lot if people out there but it’s never crowded. The inns on the beach all along the shore are probably my favorite part: retro style that has been preserved with love. They have been kept up beautifully, and it’s just fantastic to me that people appreciate that ’50s/’60s look and strive to maintain it. It’s like being on a movie set, what with the plastic palm trees by the pools and the pink walls and huge neon signs in great retro fonts. I think that in a lot of other places such structures would be demolished in favor of something new and shiny, but inherently boring and tacky. Here are some pictures! I was working so I couldn’t get as many as I’d have liked:

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Perfect Songs

•June 29, 2012 • Leave a Comment

There are certain songs that move us into a realm beyond mere (passive) listening. For me, certain songs consistently take me there, and I literally have to put everything down in order to experience the song because otherwise I’d be too distracted to fully enjoy it. There is something unusual about the lyrics, the melody, the sentiment – something totally unique and beautiful that makes it special even amongst some of the best songs. This is a project I have thought about carrying out for some time now, and I plan to describe some of these here.

I think that there are at least three realms of listening. One could certainly define more than three, but I think that these are general enough to start:

  1. Passive listening: In this realm, music is truly just in the background. We are not engaging with the sounds in any capacity because we are engaged in some other endeavor. For example, we could be at a bar and the music is just to fill space and could actually be a distraction to what are otherwise doing.
  2. Ambient listening: The music is surrounding us and we are more actively listening, although we may be doing other things, but these are things that are quiet enough for us to hear the music. We consider elements of the music and the sounds inspire new thoughts and contemplations. The music takes us to a certain intellectual plane and a inspires emotional states. We are nevertheless engaged in alternative tasks.
  3. Engaged listening: In this realm, we are engaged in nothing except actively listening to the music. There may, however, be a visual component as well, for example we are watching a band play or watching a video. We could also be engaged kinetically, for example we are dancing. But there is no other auditory stimulation other than the music. We are being challenged in a number of sensory experiences, and our thoughts and emotions are being actively influenced by the music.

The songs that I would put into the category of “perfect songs” are typically in the engaged listening realm, although some are also useful for ambient listening as well. I think that ambient listening is very important as a tool – I listen to certain music to help me carry out certain tasks. There are other kinds of listening that takes place in between passive, ambient, and engaged listening, but for me the important consideration for thinking about music is how that music effects you in ways (sensorial, intellectually, emotionally, etc.) that are beyond merely auditory.

I wanted to sort these thoughts out for myself before consulting other sources and their definition, professional or otherwise, for different modes of listening. I think that theories about human conversation and communication generally are useful to consider as well. Music is also communication, yes? They are listed here:

all things pass into the night

•August 7, 2008 • 1 Comment

I have really, really been enjoying Goldstitch’s new mix for “A Brooklyn Life” ABL:Radio podcast which you can find here, and not only is the selection and pace and everything really fantastic (I would say that Rob and Zoopsie are also my favorites as far as putting together excellent relaxed but funky mixes…), but Goldstitch has also reacquainted me with what has to be one of my favorite songs: “Goodbye Horses” by Q. Lazzarus. And she (or whoever did the page) has 1552 friends on MySpace? A lot of people like this song, eh? And it has been discussed before, etc., etc. (seriously, is there anything left to write blog entries about?)

This song and its story are pretty interesting, and there is a short biography available, put together by some German fans. I am sure that I am not the only one that first heard the song by watching “Silence of the Lambs,” although this may not be what the writer had in mind for the song (for it to always be associated with that infamous scene). But Demme and crew do a really great job integrating music into the film. But more than anything that happens in the movie, what stuck with me was the song, I just said to myself, I have to know what it is! Because it’s not so much what is happening, which is obviously disturbing, but it is the song that makes it so unforgettable. And it fits so well, even though it is actually quite danceable, it is also so dark and melancholy, and the lyrics are mysterious.

And what I didn’t realize is that the singer is a woman, and all along I thought it was a man, which makes the selection of the song for that scene all that more meaningful and symbolic, particularly with the ideas of transformation, (extreme) sensory experiences, and fantasy. The song therefore has to be a theme song for the killer in the film. The writer of the song, William Garvey, writes that “the song is about transcendence over those who see the world as only earthy and finite. The horses represent the five senses from Hindu philosophy (The Bhagavad Gita) and the ability to lift one’s perception above these physical limitations and to see beyond this limited Earthly perspective.” I would say that this is the kind of freedom that the serial killer in the film wants to achieve and experience, but he is trapped in his own mind and physical form.

…and while on the subject of Silence of the Lambs, this is kind of random — there is this one moment that actually creeps me out more than anything else, and it was not intentional, I’m sure — the moment when Jodie Foster’s character goes into Crawford’s office the first time and the camera follows her into the room, and then we see her turn around…I just don’t know what it is about it, and I am sure that it was just two shots from different times put together, but she looks so *weird* at that moment. She all of a sudden has lost the color in her lips, and she looks really pale but also sweaty, and her eyes look somewhat elongated and kind of alien-like. And she has this really sad look on her face. And when the camera cuts back to her, all of a sudden she looks like Jodie Foster again. Okay, so that is probably just me, but I have tried to not notice it, and I do every single time I watch it. She doesn’t even look like the same person.

He told me, I see you rise
But, it always falls.
I see them come,
I see them go
He said, All things pass into the night
And I said, Oh no sir I must say you’re wrong
I must disagree Oh no sir I must say you’re wrong.
Won’t you listen to me
You told me, I’ve seen it all before
I’ve been there,
I’ve seen my hopes and dreams A lying on the ground
I’ve seen the sky, just begin to fall
He said, All things pass into the night
And I said, Oh no sir I must say you’re wrong
And I must disagree,
Oh no sir, I must say you’re wrong
Won’t you listen to me

Chorus
Good-bye horses I’m flying over you

glamour chipmunk

•June 20, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Circle of Spam

For quite a while, our university email inboxes were inundated with a remarkable amount of spam. Truly remarkable — almost a hundred spam emails a week at times. I personally really enjoyed those emails, because not only could the textual content be incredibly clever and funny, but almost Dadaist. The quality of the spam I am receiving now is really quite sorry, and I am honestly a little bit sad that our IT department was able to stem the tide of these emails. However I did compile some of my favorites. They read particularly well when presented as prose. I hope that you enjoy

Here’s a little sample:

Do it, daddy-o, do it. Ive got the gilt. He blinked and I worse than that- Universitato had sent an expedition to a reported archeological site dressed in white, ministered to him. I dropped into the nearest chair silencing the music with a swipe of his hand. Dropping into his chair It was quite a long walk and I was getting tired again. When all this terminated the test when we saw what was happening. He nodded over his coffee. Youre beginning to make sense. A pop Completely aware, thank you. Absolute silence on that topic, yes, gracing the summit. I swung the sword so no one came too close,

Howard asked if Kimberly’s boyfriend was there too. Bubba promised to provide. Howard interrupted and said he heard about that. Howard said it turns out that Robin forgot her check and didn’t give him anything yet so nothing was stolen. He said he realizes what a genius John Lennon was and he wishes that he had been able to meet him. Biggest Asshole Of The Weekend Discussions. He said he still watches old video tapes when he watches porn to get off. He should have given him some cash instead. Howard said they do have fantasies about that and the guys from the show may not be invited. Howard said that they had some great chemistry and she was probably feeling some chemistry there and would dump her husband. Why not a replay of a recent show. He said he really likes Sal but he was sitting alone with Beth when he came over and started bothering him.

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I hurled myself at him and grabbed him by the throat. Lack of the booze taste is lack of virility and they cannotsurvive. The party had quietened down considerably. Subnormal freaks, or misguided in their early youth. There werea dozen hands to help him rise. As for her littlebag, might he not carry that? I regard it as my duty and as the duty of all of you, to stopthis man, in his own interests. As I watched, the back wall of the house crashed inwards and theroof subsided a foot. Then suddenly theassembly burst into a roar of delighted applause. Little bright specks danced beforemy eyes when I closed them. I noticed the youngman from the DAILY HERALD taking shorthand notes. Bung Thomas rose unsteadily to his feet and rolled towards Temple. I felt like some great tragedian walkingon before a hushed and crowded house. I remember I locked the front door and put the key under the mat. He dodged away and stood by Slatter and I called out to them. She could not help laughing herself sometimes. Did you square the fireman to squirt my roof! There was a general movement of uneasiness. Just when I realized mynecessity, she came back. Copyright laws are changing all over the world. I remember I locked the front door and put the key under the mat. Bung Thomas rose unsteadily to his feet and rolled towards Temple.

Look for the signs, the symbols.

Songs of Wild Swans

•June 4, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The Seafarer, the Exeter Book, 10th century

I sing my own true story, tell my travels,
How I have often suffered times of hardship
In days of toil, and have experienced
Bitter anxiety, my troubled home
On many a ship has been the heaving waves,
Where grim night-watch has often been my lot
At the ship’s prow as it beat past the cliffs.
Oppressed by cold my feet were bound by frost
In icy bonds, while worries simmered hot
About my heart, and hunger from within
Tore the sea-weary spirit. He knows not,
Who lives most easily on land, how I
Have spent my winter on the ice-cold sea,
Wretched and anxious, in the paths of exile,
Lacking dear friends, hung around by icicles,
Where hail flew past in showers. There heard I nothing
But the resounding sea, the ice-cold waves.
Sometimes I made the song of the wild swan
My pleasure, or the gannet’s call, the cries
Of curlews for the missing mirth of men,
The singing gull instead of mead in hall.
Storms beat the rocky cliffs, and icy-winged
The tern replied, the horn-beaked eagle shrieked.
No patron had I there who might have soothed
My desolate spirit. He can little know
Who, proud and flushed with wine, has spent his time
With all the joys of life among the cities,
Safe from such fearful venturings, how I
Have often suffered weary on the seas.
Night shadows darkened, snow came from the north,
Frost bound the earth and hail fell on the ground,
Coldest of corns. And yet the heart’s desires
Incite me now that I myself should go
On towering seas, among the salt waves’ play;
And constantly the heartfelt wishes urge
The spirit to venture, that I should o forth
To the see the lands of strangers far away.
Yet no man in the world’s so proud of heart,
So generous of gifts, so hold in youth,
In deeds so brave, or with so loyal lord,
That he can ever venture on the sea
Without great fears of what the Lord may bring.
His mind dwells not on the harmonious harp,
On ring-receiving, or the joy of woman,
Or worldly hopes, or anything at all
But the relentless rolling of the waves;
But he who goes to sea must ever yearn.
The grove bear blossom, cities grow more bright,
The fields adorn themselves, the world speeds up;
Yet all this urges forth the eager spirit
Of him who then desires to travel far
On the sea-paths. Likewise the cuckoo calls
With boding voice, the harbinger of summer
Offers but bitter sorrow in the breast.
The man who’s blessed with comfort does not know
What some then suffer who most widely travel
The paths of exile. Even now my heart
Journeys beyond its confines, and my thoughts
Over the sea, across the whale’s domain,
Travel afar the regions of the earth,
And then come back to me with greed and longing.
The cuckoo cries, incites the eager breast
On to the whale’s roads irresistably,
Over the wide expanses of the sea,
Because the joys of God mean more to me
Than this dead transitory life on land.
That earthly wealth lasts into eternity
I don’t believe. Always one of three things
Keeps all in doubt until one’s destined hour.
Sickness, old age, the sword, each one of these
May end the lives of doomed and transient men.
Therefore for every warrior the best
Memorial is the praise of living men
After his death, that ere he must depart
He shall have done good deeds on earth against
The malice of his foes, and noble works
Against the devil, and the sons of men
May after praise him, and glory live
For ever with the angels in the splendor
Of lasting life, in bliss amongst these hosts.
The great old days have gone, and all the grandeur
Of earth; there are not Caesars now or kings
Or patrons such as once there used to be,
Amongst whom were performed most glorious deeds,
Who lived in lordliest renown. Gone now
Is all that host, the splendors have departed.
Weaker men live and occupy the world,
Enjoy it but with care. Fame is brought low,
Earthly nobility grows old, decays,
As now throughout the world does every man.
Age comes on him, his countenance grows pale,
Gray-haired he mourns, and knows his former lords,
The sons of princes, given to the earth.
Nor when his life slips from him may his body
Taste sweetness or feel pain or stir his hand
Or use his mind to think. And though a brother
May strew with gold his brother’s grave, and bury
His corpse among the dead with heaps of treasure,
Wishing them to go with him, yet can gold
Bring no help to the soul that’s full of sins,
Against God’s wrath, although he hide it here
Ready before his death while yet he lives.
Great is the mighty of God, by which earth moves;
For He established its foundations firm,
The land’s expanses, and the sky above.
Foolish is he that does not fear his Lord,
For death will come upon him unprepared.
Blessed is he who humble lives; for grace
Shall come to him from heaven. The Creator
Shall make his spirit steadfast, for his faith
Is in God’s might. Man must control himself
With strength of mind, and firmly hold to that,
True to his pledges, pure in all his ways.
With moderation should each man behave
In all his dealings with both friend and foe.
No man will wish the friend he’s made to burn
In fires of hell, or on an earthly pyre,
Yet fate is mightier, the Lord’s ordaining
More powerful than any man can know.
Let us think where we have our real home,
And then consider how we may have come thither;
And let us labor also, so that we
May pass into eternal blessedness,
Where life belongs amid the love of God,
Hope in the heavens. The Holy One be thanked
That He has raised us up, the Prince of Glory,
Lord without end, to all eternity.
Amen.

 

Dead Can Dance — Ocean

Echo and the Bunnymen — Ocean Rain

Pelican — March into the Sea

A Place to Bury Strangers — Ocean

Model 500 — Ocean to Ocean

Jane’s Addiction — Ocean Size

Leaf Hound — Sad Road to the Sea

Meet You in the Subway, again

•May 7, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Thanks to the help of a person who had very kindly offered to store all of our paper flowsheets from many many years, therefore saving them from some horrible fate (cringe), I have the tracklisting from the WXYC show that I did in 2003 called Meet You In the Subway: San Francisco, 1977-1981. As you will see, I was a bit heavy on the Tuxedomoon and Chrome, and from what I remember now that I am looking at the list, I ran out of time, and missed the Dead Kennedys (yikes) and Factrix (yikes+1). And I went outside of the self-imposed year limit. Three hours seems like a really long time when you begin the show…but here it is! Starts out with a Ralph Records set:

  1. The Residents — Swastikas on Parade (Third Reich and Roll) 1976
  2. The Residents — Semolina (Duck Stab) 1978
  3. The Residents + Snakefinger — Plants (DISKOMO/Goosebump) 1980
  4. Rhythm and Noise — Bent Metal Forest (Chasm’s Accord) orig. 1985
  5. Rhythm and Noise — Spyral 1 (Chasm’s Accord) orig. 1985
  6. Tuxedomoon — (Special Treatment for the) Family Man (Scream with a View) 1979
  7. Tuxedomoon — Tritone (Musica Diablo) (Half Mute) 1980
  8. Tuxedomoon — Jinx (Desire/No Tears) orig. 1981
  9. Tuxedomoon — Music #2 (Time to Lose – Blind) 1982
  10. Tuxedomoon — Desire (Desire) 1981
  11. Chrome — Chromosome Damage (Alien Soundtracks) 1978
  12. Chrome — The Monitors (Alien Soundtracks) 1978
  13. Chrome — You’ve Been Duplicated (Half Machine Lip Moves) 1979
  14. Chrome — Mondo Anthem (Half Machine Lip Moves) 1979
  15. Chrome — New Age (Red Exposure) 1980
  16. MX-80 Sound — Afterbirth/Aftermath (Hard Attack) 1977
  17. MX-80 Sound — Tidal Wave (Hard Attack) 1977
  18. MX-80 Sound — Fender Bender (Out of the Tunnel) 1980
  19. Crime — Monkey on your Back (San Francisco’s Doomed) released 1992, orig. 1979
  20. Crime — Murder by Guitar (San Francisco’s Doomed) released 1992, orig. 1978
  21. Avengers — We Are the One (Avengers) 1977
  22. Avengers — Teenage Rebel (The Avengers Died for Your Sins) orig. 1978
  23. The Nuns — Savage 7″ 1979
  24. The Nuns — The Beat 7″ 1979
  25. The Nuns — Wild 7″ 1981
  26. The Dils — I Hate the Rich (Class War) orig. 1977
  27. The Dils — Sound of the Rain (Class War) orig. 1979
  28. Rank and File — Rank and File (Sundown) 1982
  29. Sleepers — Zenith/Theory (Painless Nights) 1980
  30. Rhythm and Noise feat. Ricky Williams — Without Your Eyes (Chasm’s Accord) orig. 1985
  31. Toiling Midgets — Funk Song (Deadbeats) 1985
  32. Mutants — Man from Omicron (Fun Terminal) 1982
  33. Units — Tight Fit (Digital Stimulation) 1980
  34. Units — Passion or Patterns (Digital Stimulation) 1980
  35. Psyclones — The Drug Store (Psyclones) 1985
  36. Flipper — The Lights, the Sound, the Rhythm, the Noise (Gone Fishin) 1984

…and if I could add some more songs now, they would be from:

FactrixEmpire of Passion/Slice of Life 7″ (1980), Scheintot (1982), Artifact (2003 release on Tesco)

Dead Kennedys — “Holiday in Cambodia,” “California Über Alles” from Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables (1980), anything from Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. that doesn’t have profanity (1981/82)

And here are some videos, although do yourself a favor, don’t read the comments if you go to the site (that should go for every video on YouTube):

Dils…

Residents…

Snakefinger…

Factrix…

Flipper…

Crystal Lattice

•May 4, 2008 • Leave a Comment

I may be the last person on Earth to hear about the Crystal Stilts, but that’s okay, it has not diminished my enjoyment of them, particularly “Converging in the Quiet,” which is just an *incredibly* lovely song, and an excellent title. They have been blogged about a lot, so I won’t repeat what has already been said…

In celebration of the Crystal Stilts, I have put together a very short little “mix.” When I heard “Converging in the Quiet,” I immediately thought of these songs. The tracklisting is here:

  1. The Stockholm Monsters — Partyline [partylive mix] (Alma Mater Plus) orig. 1984
  2. The Opposition — Very Little Glory (Breaking the Silence) 1981
  3. Sort Sol — Marble Station (Natures Mortes — Still Lives, various — a 4AD compilation)
  4. Modern Eon — Second Still (Fiction Tales) 1981
  5. The Sound — Judgement (From the Lion’s Mouth) 1981
  6. Dissolve — Dissong (That That Is…Is (Not)) 1995
  7. Sad Lovers and Giants — Clocktower Lodge (Epic Garden Music) 1982
  8. The Names — Life By the Sea (Swimming + Singles) orig. 1982

As you can see, this small collection is heavily skewed toward the early ’80s and Factory records, but the Crystal Stilts evoke that sound. I suppose that Dissolve is the “one unlike the others” in this collection, but I have been listening to that album a lot lately, and thought it appropriate for inclusion. And by the way, for years and years I was obsessed with The Names, and just now when searching for more information about them, I find that as of 12/22/07 they have a MySpace page. Some years ago, the only information about them was linked from the Crepuscule and Factory pages, and I actually emailed the webmaster of the site (I guess you will have to search for it in the Internet Archive) about The Names early last year and he said, “many years ago I had brief contact with the Names’ lead, but other than that he’s moved on and so has the world, I guess.” Well, I suppose that The Names have now reformed. It’s interesting, because a lot of bands from that era have reformed and appear to be playing shows regularly. Well, I might as well say this, too, that their album “Swimming” is highly underrated…for example, allmusic gives it a paltry two and a half stars, and Simon Reynolds calls them a Joy Division knock-off band in Rip It Up and Start Again. On the contrary, I think that The Names accomplish an extraordinary level of atmosphere on that record. Some of their later singles are more sort of straight-ahead post-punk dance stuff, but their ideas on Swimming are very unique, I would say. And Sort Sol, I don’t know, I guess that they have changed a lot over the years, and I know that they are worshipped in Denmark, so that’s all I will say about that. But Marble Station is one of my favorite songs, across the board, and I particularly like how repetitive and hypnotic it is.

So, here is the link to the songs in a zipped file…I was going to try out Muxtape, but it takes forever to upload each song, and there is a 10MB limit per song. I am trying drop.io instead…the tracks will be out of order, but hopefully it will work. And if you search for some of these bands on YouTube, there are videos galore! Thank goodness for YouTube.

Give Me the Words

•April 19, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Coming up with another blog post was much more difficult than I expected. I thought about sharing information about something I thought was cool/obscure/of interest. But what I found, after first searching for topics online, is that hundreds of other people, unknown to me, ALSO think that what I think is cool is cool. And they are also talking about it on their blogs! Who knew? Confound this Internet! This blog may turn very quickly into yet another voice in the chorus…? Is there anything left over to talk about?

I can at least collect here for you (and me), in one convenient spot, some wonderful things. I will share what I find to be not only cool, but exquisitely beautiful, and for now I will leave the practical things for other posts. Firstly, I was profoundly pleased, as I’m sure you all are, to find a couple Chrome videos on YouTube:

In May 2003 (I am still trying to pinpoint the date…the 15th or the 22nd) I did a Thursday Night Feature on the Chapel Hill college radio station WXYC where I featured Chrome and other bands from San Francisco! Here was my blurb for the show:

MEET YOU IN THE SUBWAY: San Francisco 1977-1981 on the Thursday Night Feature, Thursday 9 p.m.-midnight This week’s Thursday Night Feature covers the San Francisco underground, from the punk scene nurtured at the club Mabuhay Gardens to new wave and the avant garde. Punk broke hard in San Francisco much like it did in L.A., inspiring bands like the Nuns and the Avengers. The Residents and their label Ralph Records, featuring acts like Tuxedomoon, delved into the experimental. Many more groups centered around the Bay Area will be featured, including a history of the scene during the late seventies.

It is my dear hope that somehow I can get the tracklisting of that show. That was when we were still writing down our tracklistings on PAPER of all things. I did not record it! But perhaps I can recreate it. What I would like to do is to put up the tracklistings of some of the other shows I have done over the years (at WXYC) and some mixes, too. I will do this soon.

In the spirit of things, here are a couple more videos – this time from my beloved Tuxedomoon, another band originally from San Francisco. There is so much to say about them…and Chrome…perhaps for another post. In the meantime, please enjoy: