
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Each Today is Yesterday's Tomorrow

Rad Unicorn tonight
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Come And Close My Eyes

Friday, May 29, 2009
Sing, for Song Drives Away Wolves
Thursday, May 28, 2009
There's No Turning Back
For fans of the Wipers, whose relentless gorgeous fuzz-punk splendor is legendary, this 1991 Greg Sage solo album might be a little disturbing-- the drums are horribly processed/fake sounding, for instance; and the rhythm guitars are (relatively) strummy and mellow.Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Reverie
A thrift store purchase that has never gotten too far from my turntable. World music from back when Americans only knew the Middle East existed because of Peter O' Toole in Lawrence of Arabia. I've no idea what the actual heritage of this record is, or what Mr. Arakelian's background or area of expertise is. But it's a delicious record, and I could listen to it daily for the rest of my life and be happy.This is NOW AVAILABLE in a (probably much superior) digitized version, here:
http://www.amoeba.com/the-oud-aram-arakelian-ensemble/albums/841766
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Floating In An Ocean Two Miles Deep

Monday, May 25, 2009
Very Special

Sunday, May 24, 2009
I'm Dead and Gone, But I'll Always Be By Your Side

Born From the Womb of the Nebula
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I Shift The Blame To The Worm In The Bottle

Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I've Got A Feeling You're Fooling

Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Gathering Rain Clouds
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Talking to No-one is Strange, Talking to Someone is Stranger

Declaration of Dub

Monday, May 18, 2009
Blood's Thicker Than Mud
This is one that everyone probably knows about & loves already. But if you don't, well, dig in. Once you've recovered from the sheer pants-wetting bliss, you'll want to thank me. (You're very welcome.)This is no average hedonistic pre-disco rubber-band party music. (Not that I have anything against such things). This is totally committed, thoroughly stoned, classic american space-funk, the sound of perfect musicians having ceased to be musicians because they're too busy being in the moment. Haunted, in fact, by the moment- there really were riots going on, and this was the soundtrack for the anger and the blood and the thick joints. Politics and sex and race and drugs and funk power, all entwined in an orgy that had begun to look like No Fun At All. And Sly, one of the true geniuses of his era, seems like he was having a very bad trip and trying to bring some strength out of the situation. He succeeded.
The Future of Digital Distribution
I think this is brilliant, and have loved music involving both Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse in the past... but I don't think I'm ready for a $50 album. My mind might change though... after all, in my mind the main problem I have with CDs is that they're ugly and plastic, whereas mp3s are invisible and vinyl is lovely. But this whole 'awesome photo book with download' thing is pretty excellent.
Outshines the Sun

Sunday, May 17, 2009
Mysterious Semblance
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Only a Phase, These Dark Cafe Days

Friday, May 15, 2009
Let Go
So, if you've had a pretty successful career as a Brazilian guitar master & jazz sideman, and then your health breaks down and you have a spiritual epiphany, become a very serious yoga practitioner, and decide to retire from the life of a performing musican, what do you do?I Got Something to Tell You... Baaaaaby...

Thursday, May 14, 2009
My Treasures And my Hopes Are All Beyond the Blue

You Dare Call This Life?

Goin' Upwards at 45 Degrees, Won't Somebody Sign My Release

http://www.contactmusic.com/new/xmlfeed.nsf/mndwebpages/occult%20forces%20haunted%20cope.s%20jehovahkill
The Hope of Today Is A Small Bird Singing

Where the Gods of Gold Are Heard But Seldom Seen

Wednesday, May 13, 2009
From the Egg into the Flower
from
http://www.texaschapbookpress.com/magellanslog3/slipinside.htm:
1. Bedouin tribes ascending
from the egg into the flower,
alpha information sending
state within the heaven shower
from disciples the unending
subtleties of rhythm power.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
2. If your limbs begin dissolving
in the water that you tread,
all surroundings are evolving
in the stream that clears your head,
find yourself a caravan
like Noah must have led,
and slip inside this house as you pass by.
3. Slip inside this house as you pass by.
True conception, knowing why,
brings even more than meets the eye.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
4. In this dark we call creation
we can be and feel and know
from an effort, comfort station,
that's surviving on the go.
There's infinite survival in
the high baptismal glow.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
5. There is no season when you are grown.
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown.
There is no reason to rise alone.
Other stories given have sages of their own.
6. Live where your heart can be given,
and your life starts to unfold
in the forms you envision
in this dream that's ages old.
On the river layer is the only sayer.
You receive all you can hold,
like you've been told.
7. Every day's another dawning.
Give the morning winds a chance.
Always catch your thunder yawning.
Lift your mind into the dance.
Sweep the shadows from your awning.
Shrink the fourfold circumstance
that lies outside this house.
Don't pass it by.
8. Higher worlds that you uncover
light the path you want to roam.
You compare there and discover
You won't need a shell of foam.
Twice born gypsies care and keep
the nowhere of their former home.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
9. Slip inside this house as you pass by.
You think you can't, you wish you could.
I know you can, I wish you would
slip inside this house as you pass by.
10. Four and twenty birds of Maya
baked into an atom you
polarized into existence,
magnet heart from red to blue:
to such extent, the realm of dark
within the picture it seems true,
but slip inside this house and then decide.
11. All your lightning waits inside you.
Travel it along your spine.
Seven stars receive your visit.
Seven seals remain divine:
seven churches filled with spirit,
treasure from the angels' mine.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
12. Slip inside this house as you pass by
The space you make has your own laws.
No longer human gods are cause.
The center of this house will never die.
13. There is no season when you are grown.
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown.
There is no reason to rise alone.
Other stories given have sages of their own.
14. Draw from the well of unchanging.
Its union nourishes on
in the right re-arranging
till the last confusion is gone.
Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
of the always singing song they pass along.
15. One-eyed men aren't really reigning.
They just march in place until
two-eyed men with mystery training
finally feel the power fill.
Three-eyed men are not complaining.
They can yo-yo where they will.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Don't pass it by.
--Roky Erickson & Tommy Hall.



