the analects of food poisoning
iggy and the stooges
what i learned from grandpa punk
you can be the man
and still say fuck you to the man
a bard's eye view of love, life and psychotronic cinema
i should be sleeping but i'm wide awake. it is near 2:00 a.m. must be something to do with the 5-hour nap i took this afternoon. the nap produced all kinds of dreams including a nightmare that took the form of a horror-exploitation movie trailer complete with a 3rd-person narrator. i don't remember much of the nightmare except it was real creepy and sad. but i must've needed the sleep.
no cars go
a not so modest proposal
not only is jim mccrary an important poet in my life but he is also a great prose stylist. just read this piece by mccrary about kathy acker and gregory corso. mccrary has also recently published a short essay about the poet paul blackburn which you can find on my blog here and at galatea resurrects #19. and he's ripped thru a few pieces about his home town lawrence, kansas that just killed me. i'm just sayin'. i'd love to see him put together these and other pieces mccrary might have around into a big book.
it was a great show. the venue was one of the best i've been in. the band, the postal service, was top notch. last night was their second performance of their tour. we sat in the third row so close to the stage we could nearly reach out and touch the band members. the acoustics were fantastic. the postal service released their album give in ten years ago on subpop records. the group was conceived as a one-off side project by its members who each lead their own very successful bands. the album was immensely popular. it struck a chord with its listeners who hold it in a very dear place. thus it is for us. anna was pregnant with nick and the postal service was the soundtrack. nick grew up with their music. he has his own favorite songs. it was only natural that we would bring him to the concert. the band gave me the most pleasurable chills. like i was transported yet grounded by their grooves. the music and performance was so good i had tears in my eyes.
whole lotta shakin' goin' on
may the few drive-in screens left in the u.s. be darkened tonight for annette funicello passed away today at age 70. no small secret that i am a huge fan of the 1960s beach movies and a big admirer of these films stars, frankie avalon and annette funicello. these films embody goofy innocence and summery lightness. annette pinioned off the antics of her roles with great charm and grace. i will miss her luminous presence.
four capsule reviews*
at the movies
i couldn't help