Friday, June 23, 2017

KAZIMIR



I DON'T DO COKE AS OFTEN AS I SHOULD.....


      SO I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A GOOD DEAL OR NOT.





DELIRIUM



WHINING ABOUT OBSCURE MUSIC FOR FUN AND PROFIT





I read somewhere the Catherine Wheels’ FERMENT was reissued a few years ago,  w/ bonus tracks, but then I read somewhere else that it was sourced from crackly vinyl, which sort of sucks.  Of the major 90s guitar bands (shoegaze, if you have to call it that), these guys seem to have consistently gotten the shit end of the reissue stick.



Slowdive had all three of their original albums reissued, bonus discs, all that happy crap, plus I think they’ve had TWO 2CD compilations.  They’re worthy of it all, of course……



Swervedriver had their first 3 albums reissued with some bonus tracks tossed in, plus a 2CD retrospective that encompassed some of their singles and the 4th album, so that’s not bad.  Still, they had so much killer non-album tuneage, that a more extensive overview would be quite nice.



Ride was way too spotty to be a first tier band, but even THEY had a box set greatest hits/rarities/live thing, plus the admittedly excellent reissue of their gonzo first album.  Hell, even their so-so second album got the re-issue treatment…..



Lush just never really did it for me, but their box set is pretty nifty-looking.



Chapterhouse, another decent 2nd tier band (only 2 albums), I think has also been extensively repackage.



So what the fuck is the deal with Catherine Wheel?  First album was awesome, as was the 2nd.      HAPPY DAYS 90% sucked ass, sure, and WISHVILLE is best left unspoken about, but all of the early singles and the ADAM AND EVE album are amazing.   LIKE CATS AND DOGS was a pretty nice gathering of b-sides, but there are still plenty more out there.



I assume someone is jumping all over this egregious oversight, now that I’ve spoken.






LOSS IN THE AGE OF SUBTLE MERCIES


STATIC AND HOLY LIGHT


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

YOU AND I AS WE TRULY WERE


all ghosts sighing



its the punchline where you
cant stop bleeding and he says he
forgets the joke but offers you $50 for
a night with your sister


gets you a tank of gas maybe or
enough beer for the weekend and you just
gotta finally feel these chromium days
deep down in your veins,
                           you know?


you gotta run to the edge of the highway
before the crows find the body


listen


i have yet to find a god i would
get down on my knees for


i keep talking the pills
but the pain wont go away


and i am not the man offering money
and i am not the man receiving it
but ive met the sister


was driving to work when I
heard about cobains suicide


was sitting in my apartment thinking
about getting high when my mother called
to tell me about my father and i kept
waiting for the punchline


kept hearing small stones hit the
window next to my head


this fifteen year old kid down in the
drive who said
hed seen the face of god


said his sister was on her way over and
this is how we end up lost


this is the year of election in a land
where the starving
are devoured by the obese


where your children spend slow afternoons
torturing and killing dogs in the
muddy stand of trees down by the river,
and someone asks how it ever came
to this, of course,
because willful blindness is a gift


because we have always been fond of
the taste of someone elses blood


and the superheroes are dead in this
age of inevitable despair and
the politicians all just want
to fuck you hard


they dont get the joke but they
know that youre the punchline


they know how deep
the knife has gone in


easiest thing in the world,
laughing at someone elses pain


AND WE WERE FUCKED, AND WE WERE HOLY


AGNOSTIC


ZERO BEAUTY


Sunday, June 18, 2017

small poem to fill an empty page



summer of ’92, before the
flood, before the abortion, before she
tells me whose baby it is

a rusting trailer at
the edge of a cornfield

buzz of cicadas, neverending rumble of
trains passing in the distance and she says her
husband ignores her or
he yells at her

says he hasn’t fucked her in
almost three years
doesn’t even hit her anymore and
what we’re waiting for is winter

the possibility of escape that
never becomes a reality

the inevitable future
which is only ever a less hopeful
version of the defeated past


PORTRAIT OF THE SUN


AMNESIA


MONOLITH



BECAUSE


Friday, June 16, 2017

excerpt from "sentimental effigies"




8.



overeducated son of
another dead alcoholic, he
fucks the hangman’s wife on the shore of
some polluted upstate lake, he lets
the crows have the baby’s eyes and there is no
end to our days of candy apple joy



we are living on
spider webs and angel dust



let your god be the one to
teach you failure by example



ARCHIPELAGO


THE DEATH OF SCIENCE


CROSS AND A NAIL


Wednesday, June 14, 2017

MONSTROUS WOODPECKER AT WORK


ERNST REMEMBERS HIS LAST SUMMER


SURVIVNG WORK.


Musically Speaking.

Started off w/a few Fugazi albums on the old mp3 player, just to get the blood pumping.

Moved on to Hole's LIVE THRUOGH THIS, the only musically worthwhile thing Courtney has ever done with her life.

From there, it was a short jump over to the Soft Boys obscure masterpiece UNDERWATER MOONLIGHT.

The logical follow-up to this was a selection of cuts from the first 2 Mercury Rev albums .  Only decent albums they ever made, really, but damn were they awesome....

Mellowed out for a bit after this with a selection from Felt (and a couple of tunes from Denim thrown in, too, just because that Lawrence is one damn fine songsmith).

Wrapped up the day with the Residents, mainly from their DUCK STAB/BUSTER & GLEN----COMMERCIAL ALBUM---MARK OF THE MOLE era.

Drove home with Husker Du's FLIP YOUR WIG on the cd player.



Tuesday, June 13, 2017

A SENSE OF UNEASE


ALL YOUR GODDAMN TEARS


ONE MOMENT


DINOSAUR JR



They'll be at the State Street Theater up in Ithaca in September, just picked up tix last week.  I think they were $8 last time I saw them, ticket prices are just insane and getting insaner these days.

Last time I saw them was back in the grunge heyday, about 25 years ago, Lou was long gone but Murph was still playing the drums.  Lots of assholes kept trying to crowd surf, they all hit the ground when they got passed over to me.  I don't spend good money to pass sweaty asshole strangers over my head, you know?  I'll join the Moose or the Elks if I want to do that......