Monday, November 27, 2006

RIP MIX BURN: "Heroes"

"...after two raucous avant-rock tracks we come to the true center of the album, the title track. I still cannot believe that there is a three-and-a-half single edit of “Heroes” (or since the quotation marks given to the title of the album are also present for the song, “”Heroes””), diluting the impact of the over six minutes present on record seems both sacrilegious and needless—who gets tired of “”Heroes””? Who tires of that endlessly unspooling guitar part, the spectral tambourine clang of the second half, and Bowie’s delivery, slowly edging towards impassioned? The first time Bowie’s composure breaks, at about three and a half minutes, is maybe the single finest instant in all of his work. Perhaps the knowledge that the lyrics were improvised makes it even better.

Those quotation marks on album and song title feel crucial, but their meaning remains elusive; all that is sure is that when Bowie sings “We can be heroes” he is no longer positioning himself as the hero, set apart and above of his audience. His head has leveled after the purgations of Station To Station and Low; no more Ziggy, not even the Thin White Duke. Even Major Tom would soon be laid to rest. "

this might hurt a bit...

RIP MIX BURN: from the $1 bin

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Privat-Livemount - Absinthe Robette (1896)

Alphonse Mucha - Summer, 1896
Gustav Klimt - Goldfish (1901-1902)

Monday, November 13, 2006

Ludolf Bakhuysen - Ships in Distress in a Heavy Storm (1690)

Edward Robert Hughes - Midsummer Eve (1908)

Georgia O'Keeffe - Red Snapdragons (1923)

Saturday, November 11, 2006


Friday, November 10, 2006

"Nobody sees a flower, really--it is so small--we haven't time, and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time."

"It belongs to me. God told me if I painted it enough I could have it."

-Georgia O'Keeffe
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.
Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods.
Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955),

We don't know a millionth of one percent about anything.
Thomas A. Edison (1847 - 1931)

I don't believe in guilt, I believe in living on impulse as long as you never intentionally hurt another person, and don't judge people in your life. I think you should live completely free.
Angelina Jolie (1975 - )

Night Watch Nochnoi Dozor

Thursday, November 09, 2006


Blue Alert - Leonard Cohen

There’s perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying; soldier hit the dirt
She comes so close. You feel her then
She tells you No and No again
Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt
Blue Alert

Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide, and disappear
You try to slow it down; it doesn’t work
It’s just another night I guess
All tangled up in nakedness
You even touch yourself
You’re such a flirt
Blue Alert

You know how nights like this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt
There’s perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying; soldier hit the dirt
Blue Alert. Blue Alert

She breaks the rules so you can see
She’s wilder than you’ll ever be
You talk religion but she won’t convert
Her body’s twenty stories high
You try to look away, you try
But all you want to do is get there first
Blue Alert


I'm Your Man - Leonard Cohen

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please, please
I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I'm your man

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you



Male and Female - Jackson Pollock (1942)

Monday, November 06, 2006

Well hello Mister Fancypants

Duke Henry: You're not one of my vassals... who are you?
Ash: Who wants to know?
Duke Henry: I am Henry the Red. Duke of Shale, Lord of the Northlands and leader of its peoples.
Ash: Well hello Mister Fancypants. Well, I've got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but two things: Jack and shit... and Jack just left town.
-Army of Darkness (1992)

Sunday, November 05, 2006


New Orleans Heritage Hall Jazz Band
[GNP 512]

It's The Real Thing

Louis Cottrell's Heritage Hall Jazz Band is the real thing. A direct link to the traditional music of New Orleans; The Shout Heard 'Round The World. It's a style which still flavors much of the contemporary music of today. When you hear a shuffle-beat in a current hit, you're listening to the direct offspring of the New Orleans parade style. A beat, one might hasten to add, which is essentially a modified four; not the two-beat of contemporary Dixieland music.

There is no band in existence today, I believe, which is closer to the real New Orleans sound. And that's understandable, since many of the band's members form a direct link to the very beginnings of New Orleans jazz. And there is some superb musicianship involved; especially noticeable in their tightly compatible ensemble work. There is a group sound in all of their work which is smooth, easy and infinitely tasty... You can listen to this record all day long and never become tired or irritated. It has that good feeling that can make your whole day brighter. [from liner notes by Paul Lentz, New Orleans Times-Picayune]
GNP Crescendo Records