endlessly searchable Brooklyn Daily Eagle Online (1841-1902) 

an interesting-looking play about electronic music pioneer Delia Derbyshire was just on in the UK and its website has free Mp3's "responding" to her work--I wonder if they'll do a movie?

the mighty Sasha Frere-Jones on London Calling--

"On "London Calling," Strummer remakes his major points: the police are on the wrong side, wage labor will crush your soul, and sometimes people need to destroy property to be heard. His sense of righteousness is enhanced by the album's sequencing, which feels Biblically logical and begins with one of the best opening songs of any record ever, the title track. The song starts cold. Two guitar chords ring on the downbeats, locked in step with the drums, marching forward with no dynamic variation. A second guitar introduces difference, coming toward us like an ambulance Dopplering into range. The bass guitar, sounding like someone’s voice, heralds everybody over the hill and into the song. If you can listen to it without getting a chilly burst of immortality, there is a layer between you and the world. Joe Strummer simultaneously watches the riots and sloughs off his role as de-facto punk president: "London calling, now don't look to us / All that phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust / London calling, see we ain't got no swing / 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing." The chorus forms a keystone for the whole album: "A nuclear error, but I have no fear / London is drowning and I, I live by the river." The Clash are laughing at Margaret Thatcher and will be dancing long after the police have come and gone." 

extraordinary rendition

"The Torture Convention naturally bars parties from sending anyone to a country where “there are substantial grounds for believing that he would be in danger of being subjected to torture.” But the House bill would lift this prohibition, enabling the United States to deport (or “render”) foreign nationals to countries long condemned by the U.S. State Department for widespread practices of torture and other gross abuse. A potential deportee could avoid this fate only by proving through “clear and convincing evidence that he or she would be tortured” upon return. Merely showing that torture is more likely than not would no longer be enough. "

just watched Aki Kurasmaki's The Man Without A Past which was excellent. Kati Outinen really deserved her Cannes prize. 

Maine, vote to get rid of Bush and leave the bears alone!

"Bear guides disagree, saying hunting with bait requires perseverance and patience. They note that only one-fourth of bait hunters are able to bag a bear.

'It's a tough job to go out and sit motionless for six hours a day in a tree stand,' said Wayne Bosowicz of Foggy Mountain Guide Service. 'It takes a certain breed of hunter. It's not a walk in the park.' " 

Hey folks! check out these Totoro and Studio Ghibli calendars!! 

lovely glimpses of Fred Neil, Karen Dalton & c. from the whole first chapter of Bob Dylan's Chronicles

"Fred played for about twenty minutes and then introduced all the rest of the acts, then came back up to play whenever he felt like it, whenever the joint was packed. The acts were disjointed, awkward and seemed to have come from the Ted Mack Amateur Hour, a popular TV show. The audience was mostly collegiate types, suburbanites, lunch-hour secretaries, sailors and tourists. Everybody performed from ten to fifteen minutes. Fred would play for however long he felt, however long the inspiration would last. Freddy had the flow, dressed conservatively, sullen and brooding, with an enigmatical gaze, peachlike complexion, hair splashed with curls and an angry and powerful baritone voice that struck blue notes and blasted them to the rafters with or without a mike. He was the emperor of the place, even had his own harem, his devotees. You couldn't touch him. Everything revolved around him. Years later, Freddy would write the hit song 'Everybody's Talkin'.' I never played any of my own sets. I just accompanied Neil on all of his and that's where I began playing regular in New York. " 

good Steve Lacy appreciation

"What sets Lacy apart from other jazz composers is his devotion to the song form. Influenced by everyone from Weill to Webern, Lacy's settings of poetry borrow from both jazz and classical music yet are beholden to neither. His output--over 100 settings of poets such as Robert Creeley, Jack Kerouac, and Bob Kaufman--makes him something of a jazz Schubert. Like Schubert, Lacy wraps a mantle around the words, adding a new layer of meaning with melodies that enhance and illuminate them, as if the music were his own gloss of the text. At gigs without a vocalist--always his wife, the singer Irene Aebi--Lacy would simply read the poem before launching into the tune. His voice deployed the same shades of nuance that his horn did." 

Steve Lacy, Irene Aebi, and Frederic Rzewski two free mp3's

(preparing for election night on the US Armed Forces Network of Vietnam)

nice appreciation of Timothy Crouse's classic account of the '72 campaign coverage'Boys on the Bus'


"Some reporters thrived in this suffocating palace atmosphere. They began to think of themselves as part of the White House, and they proudly identified themselves as being 'from the White House press' instead of mentioning the paper they worked for. They forgot that they were handout artists and convinced themselves that they were somehow associates of a man who was shaping epochal events. . . . The faces of these men [in old photos on the pressroom wall] were infused with a funny expression, a pathetic aura of pride, a sense that they were taking part in the colossal moments of history. Now most of those moments were forgotten, and no one remembered a word that any of these men had written."  

A Very British Coup

"When Harry Perkins, a plain-spoken steelworker and third-generation socialist, becomes prime minister in a landslide Labour Party victory, the entrenched ruling class goes to work in a very British way to bring him down. With help from a smarmy media mogul and a like-minded U.S. government, Perkins' enemies wage a brutal but bloodless battle for control."

Watched the first episode last night, and listened to the interview with the author of the book (which I haven't read) Chris Mullin, now a Labour MP. Very much a period piece--Perkins trumps the IMF with Moscow cash!--but not without contemporary resonance. And the sadly deceased Ray MacAnally was just brilliant. (Yesterday a few seconds of Tommy Douglas reciting "Jerusalem" and then Sun Ra on an old Sat Night Live, all good omens as was the Sox win)) 

a sailor and his girlfriend walk through the ruins of Plymouth, from Blitz Photos of Lady Nancy Astor

(thanks Bifurcated Rivets) 

that smell in the air today... 

i refute it thus

"What matters is that nothing in Heisenberg's uncertainty principle applies to any object larger than a molecule. We may not be able to determine precisely where an electron is--but we know exactly where a rock, desk, or chair is. Uncertainty at the quantum level washes out when averaged across the quadrillions of quantum-sized particles in a baseball, whose position may then be precisely known. There is no uncertainty about most physics of the macro world, and no uncertainty about how we experience that world." 

Without a Doubt a must read

"''You think he's an idiot, don't you?'' I said, no, I didn't. ''No, you do, all of you do, up and down the West Coast, the East Coast, a few blocks in southern Manhattan called Wall Street. Let me clue you in. We don't care. You see, you're outnumbered 2 to 1 by folks in the big, wide middle of America, busy working people who don't read The New York Times or Washington Post or The L.A. Times. And you know what they like? They like the way he walks and the way he points, the way he exudes confidence. They have faith in him. And when you attack him for his malaprops, his jumbled syntax, it's good for us. Because you know what those folks don't like? They don't like you!'' In this instance, the final ''you,'' of course, meant the entire reality-based community. " 

this weekend is weally the Woolly Worm Festival in Banner Elk, North Carolina, with waces and stwipe intewpwetation & c. 

The Ketchup Conundrum

"Give a baby soup, and then soup with MSG (an amino-acid salt that is pure umami), and the baby will go back for the MSG soup every time, the same way a baby will always prefer water with sugar to water alone. Salt and sugar and umami are primal signals about the food we are eating--about how dense it is in calories, for example, or, in the case of umami, about the presence of proteins and amino acids. What Heinz had done was come up with a condiment that pushed all five of these primal buttons. The taste of Heinz's ketchup began at the tip of the tongue, where our receptors for sweet and salty first appear, moved along the sides, where sour notes seem the strongest, then hit the back of the tongue, for umami and bitter, in one long crescendo. How many things in the supermarket run the sensory spectrum like this?" 

from the new "Tolling Elves" (9 The Parade, Uppery Brockley Road, London SE4 1SX tevans@hotmail.com)(and pardon my reformatting)--

"Is It All Over My Face?" by Kevin Killian



is it all over the world, red
maples of Xanadu, cranberry, the simple
gift of Long Island, almost the way
Arthur Russell, Lou Harrison played on it
Allen Ginsberg all noble
Arthur Russell, Lou Harrison played on it
till sunset, spring, 1978, and far
away fingerprints for Kylie
on cat-tails
still finds a way to haunt me
always and forever

nutdrop days ending:
crabapple maradona,
caterpillars cross.
 

11 year old Aden noticed this--"a little foam"

"(Another thing that never happened: Bush never wiped the spittle off of the right corner of his mouth. If it distracted me--I actually care about what the candidates are saying--I don't see how it didn't distract the rest of the country.) "

download archivist Rick Prelinger's 90 minute Panorama Ephemera

"PANORAMA EPHEMERA focuses on familiar and mythical activities and images in America (1626-1978). Many creatures and substances that we hardly notice because we feel so used to them take center stage, including pigs, corn, water, telephones, fire, and rice. At first resembling a compilation, it soon reveals itself as a journey through the American landscape over time, and the story begins to emerge between the sequences.

The film consists of 64 self-contained film sequences ranging from 5 seconds to 4 minutes in length arranged into a narrative. Unlike many films made using archival footage, it's primarily a combination of sequences rather than a collage of individual shots." 

Andreas Wolkerstorfer > Pinhole Billy

(thanks gmtPlus9) 

Titles of Hardy Boys Books in Which the Villain Could Have Turned Out to Be George W. Bush

MobyLives is back

Interesting review of that Albert Ayler box

"I hope Ralph Reed is shocked to hear that, by wedding apocalyptic religion to a political agenda, Ayler and a handful of other black avant-gardists of the 1960s anticipated today's Christian right. The difference is that for Ayler, Jesus wasn't just Dr. Phil with stigmata, an imaginary friend with a never-ending stream of sage advice. The box tracks a hero's descent into madness. In real life, the story it tells ended with Ayler believing that the colorless birthmark that caused a patch of his goatee to grow white was the stain of Satan—and then his corpse being fished out of the East River."  

Canada's best TV show Da Vinci's Inquest returns to CBC tonight at 9 

poetry mugging

"The sequence of unfortunate events that yesterday befell the two men, ages 24 and 20, started when the two arranged to meet a man and woman who, they told detectives, had promised to take them to a "poetry reading" in Trenton, city police spokesman Sgt. Pedro Medina said. "

Ben Katchor: Picture Stories includes the little radio plays & c. 

Ichiro's Psychic Tie with Lefty O'Doul

"In 1934, O'Doul was the sole National Leaguer on an all-star team whose roster included future hall of famers Ruth, Manush, Lou Gehrig, Jimmie Foxx, Earl Averill, Charlie Gehringer and Lefty (Goofy) Gomez. Connie Mack was the skipper. The barnstormers stopped in Vancouver for a day on Oct. 18, 1934, before boarding the Empress of Japan bound for Yokohama. Although rain fell steadily, about 3,000 fans gathered at Athletic Park, a bandbox at the corner of Fifth and Hemlock, which is now an onramp for the Granville Street Bridge. The players clowned in the downpour, Gehrig patrolling first place while holding an umbrella. The game ended in a tie after a run-scoring double play involving two hot boxes. The stands were still filled with wet but happy fans. "Say, this Vancouver is some kind of ball town, isn't it?" O'Doul said after the game."
 

In 1965 there was a feature film version with Anthony Perkins and Edward Albert which is well worth checking out. A great theme song was written by Bacharach/David, sung by Gene Pitney, but not used despite being a good precis. As with "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance" the song was a hit anyway. I've never come across the novel (Christopher??) or the comic book. 

Helen Eustis's novel The Fool Killer made into a TV play in 1956 with Malcolm Broderick, Audra Lindley and Lee Marvin--I wonder if Jack Spicer might have seen this? Being a fan of mystery novels, of which Eustis was one of 50's most sophisticated practitioners(The Horizontal Man), he might have read it too...